Joey and Jessica

by Strawdog1

I gave an exasperated sigh as my father paced the room,"You can't see that boy-he's from the Kolikowski family. That's askin' for trouble Jess." It always seemed the mafia would find it's way to ruin something that seems so perfect.MafiaxRomeo and Juliet

Things can only be so fun-for so long. As the stench of alcohol congested my nostrils, I began to feel a sense of ease with this

stranger. He smiled at me, with a warm smile that made me feel prosperous. He leaned in close, whispering in my ear, "Are

you ready to leave, doll?" his Brooklyn accent was thick-and sent icy sparks of excitement up my spine. "Can I have another

drink, uh-Tony?" I asked, looking up into his bright blue eyes. He gave me a big grin, "The name is Joey, babe-and sure

thing…" and before I knew it-I had another delicious alcoholic beverage in my under aged hands. After I managed to swallow

the bitter tasting nectar, I unstably stood up, my purse tightly clenched in my hand and letting a distaff giggle escape from my

throat. Joey seemed to follow my lead, wrapping his arms around my waist, "Lead the way, mademoiselle." I some how

managed to find my way to the front door, and stayed standing. We waved like crazed lunatics trying to get a yellow taxi to

be willing enough to pull over for two intoxicated strangers. Finally, one pulled over, allowing us to enter in the backseat.

This was how I first met the affection of my existence.

I let out an agitated groan, as the bright sunlight illuminated the room. I sat up, feeling sluggish and nauseated. The room

I was in was actually familiar-it was a typical hotel room layout. I looked around the room-studying every lamp, table, and

chair trying to piece together the clues on how I ended up in such a place. When I finally looked next to me, everything that

happened last night rushed into my mind like water rushing out of a broken dam. The stout man next to me with the thick

dark hair, and the stunning blue eyes was Joey Kolikowski. He was twenty-one, and had a lean build, which was very

appealing to my standards. I noticed him taking an interest in myself as well, and that sort of the spark that lit the fuse. I

jerked out of my thoughts once a muscular arm wrapped around me. I sighed-thinking how pathetic what I did really was. I

slowly maneuvered out from under Joey's arm, and went to go into the bathroom, before I stepped into the bathroom-I

caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I personally didn't like my height of five foot four. I honestly couldn't do anything,

but wear high heals to grow taller. I noticed my dark brown curly hair seemed to be frazzled from the adventurous night I

had. I looked into my brown eyes, shaking my head, "You made a big mistake." I mumbled to myself as I stepped into the

bathroom.