1 Vice City Troubles
Chapter 2: Sir, Yes SIR!
Ok. Let me continue my story from where I had left off at. Hmm.. Where was I at? Oh yeah, I was a bit overjoyed that Tommy was agreeing with me... Well let me continue.
I was sitting on Tommy's plush couch with my legs stretched out on the cushions, Tommy moved my legs farther back to sit and answer his phone in the bar downstairs. "Hello? What's wrong Colonel? You need me to do another favor? What is it? Steal a what? A Tank... Ok I'll get it done. Don't you worry... Where's your lock up? Little Havana? Okay... Bye."
I looked at him and set down my daiquiri, "He wants you to steal a tank? How much is he paying you for this theft?"
"$ 2,000 Dollars" Tommy stirred his martini.
"That's fucking chump change. 2 grand for stealing a high powered tank... Good Lord, that tanks gonna be protected. You'll have to deal with the army, police and possibly the damned F.B.I.!!!"
"I don't care. He knows who set me up. As far as I know Diaz set me up and he's six feet under. But the money and drugs weren't here..."
" I bet you anything, that my father has BOTH the drugs and the money. Before I left I stopped at Saint Marks Bistro, and I looked in while my father was out on business and I saw four suitcases, all lined with blue velvet... My father doesn't like any other velvet other than royal blue velvet."
Tommy's eyebrows rose up at my accusation against my father, "Your father gave me two suitcases that held the money in it and the inner was blue velvet. You're a genius! I should have known Sonny would set me up... after I done time in Liberty and they sent me down here..."
My eyes softened, "You're not the man you were proclaimed to be. You're better than that piece of shit I have to call father."I laid my hand on his cheek and caressed his cheek and face. "Don't let my father bring you down..."
Tommy shut his eyes at my caress and he sighed heavily, "Time to go to work."
I looked at him, "I'll drive you there so, you can get your bullet-proof armor on." I looked up and saw Lance.
Lance glared at me from behind his sunglasses, "I'm the one who drives Tommy, not you. Women can't drive."
I stood up so fast that I had forgotten my legs were behind Tommy, I accidentally kicked him on the head, ...And then I tripped. Oh boy did I make a landing on that one. I heard Lance laugh and Tommy snicker, "Not funny you pricks!" I got up and dusted myself off, grabbed Tommy's ear and snatched the car keys out of Lance's hands, "I'm driving and that's FINAL"
"Let me go!! I'm not a child dammit! Let me go!" after I had let him go he got into the passenger side of my Cheetah and sat, "Well? Are you gonna drive or am I going to have to do the work?"
I slid in and started the car and drove to the point to where Tommy could steal the tank, I watched him take the tank and drive off making the putz patrol cars explode when he hit them, I lost sight of him for a couple of minutes while I drove to the pick-up point in Little Havana. I saw a slight trail of blood going from the garage and heading to the car, Tommy was holding his side, "Tommy!! You're hurt!!! We're going to the hospital!"
Tommy grabbed my hand with his bloody one and shook his head, "No... The fuckin' cops are EVERYwhere... take me home... patch me up there."
Never in my life I was glad that I knew first aid and how to treat gun shot and stab wounds, but the man sitting next to me with his bloody hand holding mine, I was afraid to treat him, not because he was the Harwood butcher. Because, I think I was falling in love with him.
Love?.Strong word... Could it be that I am falling in love with a man who was once in my fathers gang???Those deep brown eyes, they just draw you in. WAIT!!! soft love violin music stops why am I going on and on about Tommy??? Well anyways!
I pulled into the drive way and I got out and ran to Tommy's side and helped him upstairs and into the bar, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and told him to drink, I used a new bottle of rubbing alcohol to clean some knives and a pair of tweezers and a lot of gauze that I had purchased just for this type of happenings.
"Whadda gonna... Do Selena??" Tommy slurred out, intoxicated heavily.
"Gonna clean your wound and get that bullet out of your side. I'm gonna let it heal normally, no stitches. We'll run the risk of infection if I use stitches... Hold onto the cushions, this is gonna hurt!"
I dug for the bullet and got it out with ease, I used a small flashlight incase of emergencies to search for any shrapnel in the wound, I was pleased to find that there was none, Tommy on the other hand was dazed in a drunken stupor. I cleaned the wound again and put gauze on and taped it down. "All done."
Tommy looked at me, "Selena?.You're eyes are beautiful. It's like staring into an endless ocean of blue and green." the phone rang. Damn... Well nothing like the present time to answer it... And I wish I never did...
"Vercetti Estate. Who is this may I ask?"
"My names Mercedes Cortez, and who the fuck are you?! Tommy's new house keeper?!"
I narrowed my eyes, "No the names Selena Forelli, if you can't tell me what you want then leave this number alone!"
"I want Tommy to pick me up from the Pole Position Club and take me to my fathers yacht."
I snarled audibly, "The pole position isn't that far from your fathers yacht, so just hoof it, Tommy's asleep." and I hung up on her, from the sound of her voice, she sounded like a whore, a glorified whore. I looked up and there was Tommy, still slightly drunk after 3 hours of sleep.
"Who was that on the phone??"
I knew my body was shaking with uncontrollable rage, but I didn't know why. "Some broad named Mercedes, wanting a ride from the Pole Position Club."
"You never gave her a ride did you?"
I snarled again, "NO! I never gave her a ride, she can walk! She has two legs and feet! Her fathers Yacht is not that far away!!!"
I remember Tommy slapping my face and me holding my face, the next thing I fully remember was that I was sitting outside on the boat jetty and letting my feet dangle in the water, I heard a male and female both clear their throats and I turn around and there was Tommy and some female who I presumed to be Mercedes, I turned back around and continued to watch the water, "What do you want? The both of you?"
Tommy stared at me, "This is Mercedes..."
"I know already... .Now please I want to think of how to get my father from breathing down our necks while you traipse around with a cheap looking chick."
"I haven?t forgotten about..."
"Oh the hell you haven't Vercetti!! Who saved your ass when you were hit with that bullet!? Sure the hell not her!!! Who told you that my father is the one who betrayed you?! Was it her!? NO! IT WAS ALL ME THOMAS!!! ME!! And did I ever get a fricking thanks!? NO!" I stormed up the stairs and marched past Tommy and Mercedes, grabbing my keys out of my purse and flinging open my car door and slamming it shut, I put the keys into the ignition and started the car and drove off to another prospective housing area so I can buy myself a condominium or perhaps an apartment.
I don't know what happened after that fight with Tommy, nor did I care, my car was a mess with his blood, and so were my hands... I drove to the nearest hotel and booked a room under a false name, I ran up to the room and tossed my clothes off and jumped into the shower for about 4 hours. After I came back with red skin because I had scrubbed so hard. I flopped on the bed and I turned on the radio and I fell asleep. I woke up to a loud pounding on my door and I walked over to it and opened the door. Tommy was there.
