Chapter 10: Frankie's First Job
It had been two months since Frankie's injury, his legs had healed up. The minute he got his casts off and had been able to walk he was running up and down Whispymound Drive giving his legs physical therapy. He just got done running and stopped at his driveway when his phone rang. He looked at his caller ID and saw it was Trevor, Frankie answered the phone "Yeah?" he said. "Hey Frank, it's uncle T. Look if you want a job cone over to the Unicorn in Strawberry and see me. I got a boy here who says he can help you out." Frankie hung up the phone and walked in the house, he walked in the door to see Mae at the couch doing homework. He walked downstairs and into his bedroom to change clothes, he put on a pair of blue jeans, a pair of sneakers, and a black t shirt. He grabbed his sunglasses off the dresser and walked back upstairs. He walked out the door and got on his bike. He started it up, and he flew down Whispymound Drive into Rockford Hills.
He made it to the strip club. He parked his bike in between Trevor's truck, and a black Comet in the parking lot. He walked into the club where the bouncer stopped him at the door. "Son, you're not old enough to come in here." Trevor walked to the door and talked to the bouncer "He's family he's allowed in." the bouncer nodded and stepped aside. Frankie and Trevor walked back into the office, there was a boy who wasn't much older than Frankie, he wore a purple basketball jersey, and white ball shorts, he had white sneakers and a purple hat. "Frankie, this is Trey. He is a true blue gangsta, he'll help you find work." Frankie looked at Trey and they shook hands "What's happenin?" Trey asked Frankie. Trevor handed the two a beer. "Now I got a job for you two, there's a van in East LS. It's full of the purest crystal in the city. You two steal the van, and bring it back here. There's some good pay in it for both of you." Frankie looked at Trevor surprised "Uncle T, I'm good. I aint wanting to get shot over your habit." Trevor pulled out a pistol and put it up to Frankie's head. "I can shoot you now and go get it myself." Frankie put his hands up nervously. Trevor laughed and handed Frankie the gun "Just fucking with you kid. Now go, and HURRY THE FUCK UP BOTH OF YOU!" the boys turned around and walked out of the office.
Frankie and Trey got into Trey's car, he backed up and pulled out of the parking lot. Trey drove out of Strawberry and to East Los Santos. Frankie turned on the radio "All Eyes On Me" by Tupac was playing Trey lit a blunt and took a big hit, he passed it to Frankie. "Nah man, I don't get down with that shit." Frankie said handing the blunt back to Trey. He just shrugged his shoulders and took the blunt back. "So, Frank. Where you from?" He asked Frankie. "Vinewood." Frankie answered. "Ah, you're a trust funder." Trey said jokingly. Frankie took offense to that "Fuck you!" he told Trey. Trey laughed at the remark. He sped up the car passing cars, he drove into the left land against oncoming traffic. They reached their destination. The van was guarded by some Vagos. Trey stopped the car and cocked his gun "You ready Vinewood?" he asked Frankie. Frankie pulled out his pistol "Let's do it." He replied.
They got out of the car and crouched down, they snuck their way to the lot. Trey aimed his pistol and took his shot. The Vago went down, Frankie took his shot and got one in the head, Trey and Frankie took cover behind a crate. They took their shots when they had a window, when all the gangsters were dead Trey ran over to the van. "You, get in my car and follow me back to the club. If my car is even scratched you're gonna regret it!" Trey got into the van and Frankie got into Trey's Comet, Frankie followed the van keeping a lookout for reinforcements. The coast was clear, they pulled into the alleyway behind the Vanilla Unicorn and got out of their vehicles. Trevor walked out back and opened the backdoors to the van, inside was a ton of meth. Trevor looked at the stash, then back at the boys. "Great work!" he said handing them both 2 stacks of money each. Frankie counted it out each stack was $2500 in $50 bills. "Not bad for your first job eh kid?" Trevor said looking at Frankie. "Not bad at all shit, I think I'll work for you more often!" Frankie said excitingly. Trey handed Frankie his number "Call me if you need work Vinewood, there's always something going on in the hood." Frankie nodded and took the paper. Trey turned around and got in his car "Well boys, I got a date. Don't wait up!" Trey started his car and backed out of the alleyway and down the street. Frankie walked into the club with Trevor.