A half hour later...
"Did that little spitfire break your nose?" Billy asks after walking into Vincenzo's warehouse, seeing Vincenzo with an ice pack.
"No, her crazy older brother did! You're a long way from Alderney, why are you here?" Vincenzo says as a young woman about the same age as Gionna walked in. "Martinez, why are you here?" He asks.
"Do you not remember my deal with you lot? Bullets for a Desert Eagle!" Martinez says.
"A deal with them?" Billy asks.
"You have intel or anything I need to know?" Martinez asks, Billy shrugging his shoulders. "Then my business isn't yours!" She says.
"Here ya go." Vincenzo says, handing the clips of bullets to Martinez. "And you remember our other deal? Keeping an eye on Gionna?" He asks.
"I get ammo from you lot for taking care of certain jobs. I'll spy on a teenager as soon as I see a good reward for it, something which 2 extra ammo clips is far from." Martinez says.
Martinez left, dialing Gionna's number but it went to voicemail.
"Hi. If you reached this, I couldn't hear my phone ringing or I lost it. Please leave a message."
Martinez hung up and left, heading towards St. Marks.
At the same time, Gionna had turned the radio on in her room, Footsteps In The Dark by The Isley Brothers playing and catching Toni's attention. He stood up, walked to Gionna's room and opened the door, seeing Gionna pull her hair into a ponytail before taking a curling iron and curling it.
"I know, I don't… usually wear it up. So have you called Ma yet?" Gionna says, knowing Toni was hesitant to let Florence know he was back. "She's not mad, Toni. She's just worried." She says, Toni wondering how Gionna had been during the past four years and what happened to the kid he left behind.
Before he could ask, Toni heard a knock at the door and walked over, opening it.
"Hello… who are you?" Toni says, seeing Martinez.
"To put it one way, I'm someone who won't kill you. Juana Martinez." Martinez says, Toni taking note of her Mexican accent.
"Toni Cipriani." Toni says, letting Juana in and Juana finding Gionna, who had shut her curling iron off and set it on a towel after curling her hair.
"I take it you spoke to Vinnie?" Gionna asks after Juana closes the door, Gionna opening her closet and setting out her outfit for tonight.
"Had to get more ammo so yeah, I did. He wants me to spy on you, by the way." Juana says.
"He's being creepier than Billy… the 90s is bringing out the crazy in people." Gionna says, putting her outfit and stiletto heels in her duffel bag. "And before you ask, I haven't told Toni yet." She says, making it look like she had a sniper rifle in the bag before zipping it.
At the same time, Salvatore and Mickey were talking.
"So J.D really wants to switch sides? The guy is a fucking rat!" Mickey says.
"I know and I want you to keep an eye on him. I'm also worried about Gionna but she's smart, she'll attack anyone I hire to watch her." Salvatore says as Vincenzo walked in. "Did you get in a fight with Paulie Sindacco again?" He asks.
"Toni didn't like what I had to say… and I tried getting Martinez to keep an eye on Gionna." Vincenzo says.
"Why exactly? What she does is her business. You're treating Gionna like she's your wife." Salvatore says.
"You expect me to sit by and just let her dance on a pole while guys pin dollars on her?!" Vincenzo says.
"I expect you to let her live her life… I think she should be able to have freedom after what she's been through." Salvatore says.
"Well no, when she's just gonna use freedom to dance on poles, there's no freedom to be given however desperate it gets!" Vincenzo says.
It was a few hours when Gionna was ready to leave and slip into her nighttime persona.
"Okay, Toni, I'm heading out to work." Gionna says after pulling her trench coat on and grabbing her duffel bag, the two hugging. "And if you do talk to Ma, please don't kill her if she pisses you off." She says as they let go, Toni chuckling humorlessly as Gionna left.
"Anyone follow you?" Gionna asks after getting into the van Terry was driving, the two kissing.
Across the street, Juana and Vincenzo were in Vincenzo's red Banshee.
"For the record, I think you're nuts by doing this. She's not your girlfriend or wife yet you're following her like she's cheating on you." Juana says, Vincenzo tailing the van from a distance. "Don't you have anything better to do?" She asks, Vincenzo glancing at her.
"If Taliana were acting suspicious, wouldn't you want to know why?" Vincenzo asks, Juana slapping him.
"There's a difference, Taliana's only 12! How much trouble could a kid really get into?!" Juana says angrily.
It was a silent drive into Bohan when Vincenzo looked up again… and realised that he had lost sight of the van.
"What the fuck, when did we lose them?!" Vincenzo yells.
"Back in Hove Beach." Juana answered simply.
"Switch seats, you're driving." Vincenzo says after clicking his tongue, Juana looking at him with a bored look.
"I've sat here for nearly an hour, freezing because you refused to put the ragtop up! Screw off!" Juana says, unbuckling and jumping out before walking away, almost getting run over by Billy. "Why don't you retake your driving course, you coked up asshole?!" She yells, making Billy angrily get off his Revenant and storm over to her.
"Coked up asshole?!" Billy shouts.
"What, that wasn't coke they arrested you for?" Juana says.
"Where's the pint sized stripper?!" Billy demands, grabbing Juana.
"In the grocery store, dairy isle. Not sure why a pint milk bottle would be stripped of it's label, though. And if you don't get your hands off me, you'll find my gun going off halfway down your throat!" Juana says, the last part threateningly.
Billy let go, heading to his bike and getting on it, speeding towards the Triangle Club and crashing into Vincenzo's Banshee.
"My car!" Vincenzo exclaims angrily, jumping out and examining the damage, a few good sized dents. "I just fixed this, you greaseball fuck!" He yells at Billy, Juana seeing Paulie Sindacco walking into the Triangle Club and following him.
"Sorry, kid. 18 and over only." Paulie says, mistaking Juana for a teenager.
"Business calls." Juana says through gritted teeth, her customized gold and silver Desert Eagle visible to Paulie. "And I'm no kid either." She says.
"Sorry. Short height throws me off." Paulie says as they walk in, Paulie glancing at Gionna, who was dressed in a cropped lace black bra and black satin panties as well as her usual red heels.
"Scouting?" Juana asks as Paulie watched Gionna dance on stage.
"Somewhat… she looks familiar but I can't remember where I've seen her before." Paulie says, not thinking it was Gionna because of the makeup she was wearing.
"Maybe for everyone's benefit, you should keep it that way." Juana says.
Paulie nodded and Juana went to the bar, ordering vodka on the rocks.
"That kind of day, miss?" Terry asks after she sits next to him.
"Yeah. Some mafia psycho wants a girl to stop working here." Juana says, Terry looking at her.
"5'9, dark slicked back hair, brown eyes and drives a flashy cage?" Terry says.
"Something like that." Juana says.
"He's been harassing my girl but it's her choice to work here." Terry says.
"Maybe not the best choice but a choice nonetheless… he actually wanted me to spy on her." Juana says.
Terry walked into the hallway nearby and dialed Vincenzo's number.
"Your leader crashed into my car, Terrance!" Vincenzo growled, thinking that was why Terry called.
"I ain't pissed about that, you back off of Gionna!" Terry growls.
"And why should I?!" Vincenzo demands.
"Because if you don't, I'm gonna do something you'll regret making me do!" Terry threatens.
Vincenzo hung up and Terry walked towards the main room, only to feel Gionna's small hands on his eyes and smile.
"How about somewhere quieter, Terrance?" Gionna whispers, resting her hands on Terry's shoulders… but Terry's head snapped up when he saw some Leone hitmen walk into the club with machine guns. Terry grabbed Gionna and threw both her and himself to the floor as the hitmen opened fire, Juana taking cover behind the bar and grabbing her Desert Eagle, opening fire on them.
"Hey!" Paulie shouts, tossing an AK-47 to Juana, who caught it and fired.
"My most sincere apologies!" Juana yells as one of the hitmen fell to the ground with multiple bullets embedded in his chest.
Gripping her Beretta Nano out of her leg holster as he grabbed his AP pistol, Gionna and Terry stood up and joined in on the gunfight until it was stopped.
"Forced to shoot my own guys… Vincenzo, you fuckwad!" Gionna growls, switching the safety on as Paulie and Juana stood up. "You guys alright?" She asks, putting her gun in her holster.
"Fine… just fucking fine." Juana says, placing the Desert Eagle back in the holster on her belt.
The four met up outside after Gionna put her coat on and buttoned it up, her duffel bag on her left shoulder as she saw Francis.
"Fuck my life!" Gionna mutters as Francis walked over to them.
"What do you want, McReary?!" Paulie snaps at Francis.
"You know the law. Shootout at strip club warrants attention." Francis says, noticing part of Gionna's stripper outfit.
"Got a problem, Frankie boy?!" Gionna snaps, angering Francis.
"Cut the attitude or you'll find yourself in a cell!" Francis says.
"Oh yeah? How about this, back off or you'll find yourself in a fucking coffin!" Juana says, shouting at the end and pointing her pistol at Francis.
Francis tried to arrest her, groaning in pain as Gionna slammed the heel part of her right shoe into his ribcage and dropped him to his knees.