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Sonny opened his eyes and looked over at the clock on Trista's nightstand. 5:26. He had slept way later than he would've liked to. He got up out of the bed and wrapped the blanket around his body. The door to Trista's room was closed and a note had been taped to the door:
Sonny,
It's about time you woke up! I noticed you only had you prison outfit and I didn't think it would be a good idea if you went out in that. I went out and bought you keys and some clothes, I hoped you like them. I also got a phone you can use. Don't forget about Joey! He's not one to keep waiting. He's waiting for you at his club. You can use my car if you want. It's the red plastic-top stinger parked fight out front. Ciao baby©
XOXOXOXO
-Trista
Sonny walked out of the room to the kitchen, where his clothes and phone all laid on the table in a pile.
He put on the clothes as quickly as possible. There was a white sleeveless shirt, baggy blue jean pants, and a pair of black suede shoes.
Suddenly, his phone rang, "Sonny? Sonny? Where are you my boy?" Mick said.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Boy, where you been at all day? Bring your lazy ass to Luigi's club now. He's not gonna wait much longer. Luigi's growin kinda restless to see you."
"I'm leavin now."
"Hurry up. We got some business to take care of."
Sonny picked up the car keys that were on the table next to his pile of clothes and left the apartment.
Outside, he couldn't be sure which red car was Trista's. There must've been about eight other red stingers. He pressed the button to disarm the alarm and unlock the doors. Suddenly, a dark red stinger beeped up and the light flashed. Sonny was surprised. There was no way that Trista could afford the car, but sure enough here it was. After adjusting everything in the car to fit himself, he pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the long street and across the Callahan Bridge, never dropping below 55 mph except at red lights.
Sonny looked out the window at the life citizens of Liberty's citizens doing their own 9-5 thing. A lot of business suits and gang colors could be seen walking down the street together. Occasionally, there was the bad driver, but Sonny usually passed the person and gave them his own personal hand signal.
Sonny stopped the car across the street from Luigi's club. He put his head down to make it look like he was looking for something as a cop began to walk in his direction. Sonny's heart started beating faster and faster as the beat cop drew nearer. The cop stopped at the passenger window of the red Stinger.
He bent down and looked in at Sonny, "Hi," he said.
"Hello officer. How you doin today?" Sonny said.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." there was an awkward silence between Sonny and the cop for a minute before the cop said, "Have we met before? I think I remember seein your face somewhere before."
"Nope. I, uh, just got in from Carson today. I'm here on business." Now that Sonny thought about it, the cop did look kind of familiar.
"Oh, really? What might that be?"
"Um.real estate?"
"Uh-huh. Buying or selling?"
"Selling. No, I mean buying. I buy the buildings relatively cheap, fix them up, and then sell them for more than I bought them for."
"Well it sounds like you got a mighty fine business goin. This is a little off the subject, but do you know anything about the attack on the police vehicles last night?"
"Um.I heard gunfire, then loud engines and tires squealing, and then sirens, but I heard something about four prisoners still out there.
"Yep. Lost a good friend last night I did. I think all of those goddamn prisoners and whoever freed them should rot in hell." Finally something else the cop had said came into Sonny's head, Just sit back and shut up, you'll be in your new home before you know it. This was the same cop that was sitting in the passenger seat inside the police van! How did he survive?
"Well I'm sorry for your loss."
"Sonny! What the hell are you doing?! Move your ass!" someone called from across the street. Sonny turned to see Mick waving his hands at Sonny. "Warren leave him the hell alone! He came to see Mr. Leone."
"Alright, Mick! Tell Mr. Leone I'm sorry for the death of his father," the cop bent down and said to Sonny, "Sorry for holding you up, son. Just watch yourself here in Liberty. Never can be sure who's your friend and who's your enemy. Good day, son."
"Later," when the cop walked away, Sonny climbed quickly out of the car and jogged across the street to where Mick was standing, "Let's go," Sonny said. The two men walked back through an alleyway to the back entrance of Luigi's club.
Mick knocked three times on the back door and then waited for the door to open. "Just go inside and wait at eh bar. Someone will get to you shortly."
Sonny walked into the dim club and the back door slammed behind him. There was a long hallway that Sonny had to walk down before he actually got into where the customers and dancers were.
The club's main customers seemed to be for the most part drunken men between their late 30's or early 40's. The sultry dancers moves constantly forced the older men out of their money.
Sonny sat down at the bar and the bartender, a woman wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse that wasn't buttoned up all the way, "Hey, baby. What can I get you?"
"How much is a screwdriver here?"
"3. 25."
"Yeah lemme get one of those."
"Alright we'll be with you in a second."
All the girls he could see were either naked or very close. He looked in almost a full semi-circle until he one woman caught his eye. She was a Hispanic woman with light brown hair that didn't quite reach her shoulders. She had on a tight white blouse and a blue plaid miniskirt and as she got closer, even in the dim light Sonny could see she had the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen.
"Are you Sonny?" she said.
"Yeah, I'm Sonny. And you are?"
The woman started to dance, shaking her hips with the music playing in the club, "I'm Rosa. Joey sent me to.entertain you while he takes care of some unfortunate business. Come on, let's go find somewhere else to sit." She led him over to a table nearby. As soon as he sat down, Rosa sat down on his lap, her chest touching his, "Is it true what they say?"
"What do they say?"
"That you.and Stokely broke out of police custody last night."
"Where did you hear that?"
"The girls in the back. They talk. Someone told me that Luigi helped you guys escape."
"Who says that's true?"
She put Sonny's hands on her far up on her thighs, "Is it true?"
"Might be. But who knows?"
"You know," she started rubbing her hips on Sonny's lap. "And I want you to tell me."
"Sorry. Can't do that. If I told you, I couldn't allow you to live."
"Oh so it's like that, is it?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah? Well that's okay. It'll be our little secret."
"Who's 'our'?"
"Sorry about the holdup. Here's your drink," the bartender came over and put his drink down on the table. "You got this new one tonight, Rosa?"
"Go away, stupid." The two women laughed.
Sondra bent down, "Be gentle with her," she said to Sonny.
"What was that about?"
"Nothing. So you're gonna be working regular for Luigi now, huh?"
"Maybe. If he pays good."
"Good. We haven't had someone we can trust to get things done in a couple of months." She looked toward a back room where a group of men started to come from, "Well I better go. Here comes your new boss." She took out a pen, wrote something down on a napkin, and then turned the napkin over, "Read this when you leave." She kissed Sonny on the cheek and then left.
In the middle of all the men were Luigi and Joey and behind them was a large man carrying a trash bag with body-sized contents inside. They stopped when they got to the table where Sonny was sitting.
"Yo, fellas, beat it. Me and Joey gotta talk to the new recruit. Angelo, bring that mess to the crusher in Harwood and tell Simon to give it the works," Luigi said. The other men all left from around Luigi and Joey.
Sonny stood up and shook Joey's hand, "How ya doin, kid?"
Then he shook Luigi's hand, "Please, kid. Sit down, sit down. It feels good to finally be able to meet one of our new hands formally." All the men sat down at the table. "So. You must be Sonny. Mick told me some good things about you and I hope you can pull through for us. We recently had to let some wise guy go recently but that's sometimes the way in this business, you know. Then someone actually came and had the fuckin balls to kill the Don almost right out in the open. This family has indeed seen dark times now."
"But that's why we got you," Joey said.
"Right, Joey. We could always use the extra help in our little battles against those fuckin chinks and I think you'll like the pay from this little business we got goin. In fact, we got somethin you can do for us right now. There are these two Triad pimps that have been sneakin on to our territory and pimpin out their bitches right in front of us! I had one of my boys leave a little somethin for you to take care of this little problem with. One of them's been spotted in Saint Mark's near the Bistro. Another walks near Easy Credit Autos. Make sure when you kill them they're dead, those little fucks got ways of actin like their dead just to get back out on the streets tomorrow."
"Sounds easy enough. That's it?" Sonny thought a job for the mafia would be a little more difficult than this.
"That's it for now. Remember, this is your foot in the door. So get this done good and there'll definitely be more work for you. Now get outta here."
Sonny picked the napkin up off of the table, put it in his pocket, and walked back outside. In his car he could see from a distance a small handgun resting in the passenger seat. He got in the car and just sat for a moment, thinking. Then he remembered the napkin Rosa had written on in his pocket. He took it out and opened it up:
Sonny,
I knew you'd read this eventually. I'm working tonight until ten why don't you come see me? Hope to see you later. Rosa.
He'd have to remember to come out around ten. Closing his eyes for a minute, he tried to concentrate on what he was about to do. Then, opening his eyes suddenly, he started the car up and sped off towards Saint Mark's. When he thought he saw the one of the men he was supposed to kill, he slowed down the car and turned the radio up.
Sonny opened his eyes and looked over at the clock on Trista's nightstand. 5:26. He had slept way later than he would've liked to. He got up out of the bed and wrapped the blanket around his body. The door to Trista's room was closed and a note had been taped to the door:
Sonny,
It's about time you woke up! I noticed you only had you prison outfit and I didn't think it would be a good idea if you went out in that. I went out and bought you keys and some clothes, I hoped you like them. I also got a phone you can use. Don't forget about Joey! He's not one to keep waiting. He's waiting for you at his club. You can use my car if you want. It's the red plastic-top stinger parked fight out front. Ciao baby©
XOXOXOXO
-Trista
Sonny walked out of the room to the kitchen, where his clothes and phone all laid on the table in a pile.
He put on the clothes as quickly as possible. There was a white sleeveless shirt, baggy blue jean pants, and a pair of black suede shoes.
Suddenly, his phone rang, "Sonny? Sonny? Where are you my boy?" Mick said.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Boy, where you been at all day? Bring your lazy ass to Luigi's club now. He's not gonna wait much longer. Luigi's growin kinda restless to see you."
"I'm leavin now."
"Hurry up. We got some business to take care of."
Sonny picked up the car keys that were on the table next to his pile of clothes and left the apartment.
Outside, he couldn't be sure which red car was Trista's. There must've been about eight other red stingers. He pressed the button to disarm the alarm and unlock the doors. Suddenly, a dark red stinger beeped up and the light flashed. Sonny was surprised. There was no way that Trista could afford the car, but sure enough here it was. After adjusting everything in the car to fit himself, he pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the long street and across the Callahan Bridge, never dropping below 55 mph except at red lights.
Sonny looked out the window at the life citizens of Liberty's citizens doing their own 9-5 thing. A lot of business suits and gang colors could be seen walking down the street together. Occasionally, there was the bad driver, but Sonny usually passed the person and gave them his own personal hand signal.
Sonny stopped the car across the street from Luigi's club. He put his head down to make it look like he was looking for something as a cop began to walk in his direction. Sonny's heart started beating faster and faster as the beat cop drew nearer. The cop stopped at the passenger window of the red Stinger.
He bent down and looked in at Sonny, "Hi," he said.
"Hello officer. How you doin today?" Sonny said.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." there was an awkward silence between Sonny and the cop for a minute before the cop said, "Have we met before? I think I remember seein your face somewhere before."
"Nope. I, uh, just got in from Carson today. I'm here on business." Now that Sonny thought about it, the cop did look kind of familiar.
"Oh, really? What might that be?"
"Um.real estate?"
"Uh-huh. Buying or selling?"
"Selling. No, I mean buying. I buy the buildings relatively cheap, fix them up, and then sell them for more than I bought them for."
"Well it sounds like you got a mighty fine business goin. This is a little off the subject, but do you know anything about the attack on the police vehicles last night?"
"Um.I heard gunfire, then loud engines and tires squealing, and then sirens, but I heard something about four prisoners still out there.
"Yep. Lost a good friend last night I did. I think all of those goddamn prisoners and whoever freed them should rot in hell." Finally something else the cop had said came into Sonny's head, Just sit back and shut up, you'll be in your new home before you know it. This was the same cop that was sitting in the passenger seat inside the police van! How did he survive?
"Well I'm sorry for your loss."
"Sonny! What the hell are you doing?! Move your ass!" someone called from across the street. Sonny turned to see Mick waving his hands at Sonny. "Warren leave him the hell alone! He came to see Mr. Leone."
"Alright, Mick! Tell Mr. Leone I'm sorry for the death of his father," the cop bent down and said to Sonny, "Sorry for holding you up, son. Just watch yourself here in Liberty. Never can be sure who's your friend and who's your enemy. Good day, son."
"Later," when the cop walked away, Sonny climbed quickly out of the car and jogged across the street to where Mick was standing, "Let's go," Sonny said. The two men walked back through an alleyway to the back entrance of Luigi's club.
Mick knocked three times on the back door and then waited for the door to open. "Just go inside and wait at eh bar. Someone will get to you shortly."
Sonny walked into the dim club and the back door slammed behind him. There was a long hallway that Sonny had to walk down before he actually got into where the customers and dancers were.
The club's main customers seemed to be for the most part drunken men between their late 30's or early 40's. The sultry dancers moves constantly forced the older men out of their money.
Sonny sat down at the bar and the bartender, a woman wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse that wasn't buttoned up all the way, "Hey, baby. What can I get you?"
"How much is a screwdriver here?"
"3. 25."
"Yeah lemme get one of those."
"Alright we'll be with you in a second."
All the girls he could see were either naked or very close. He looked in almost a full semi-circle until he one woman caught his eye. She was a Hispanic woman with light brown hair that didn't quite reach her shoulders. She had on a tight white blouse and a blue plaid miniskirt and as she got closer, even in the dim light Sonny could see she had the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen.
"Are you Sonny?" she said.
"Yeah, I'm Sonny. And you are?"
The woman started to dance, shaking her hips with the music playing in the club, "I'm Rosa. Joey sent me to.entertain you while he takes care of some unfortunate business. Come on, let's go find somewhere else to sit." She led him over to a table nearby. As soon as he sat down, Rosa sat down on his lap, her chest touching his, "Is it true what they say?"
"What do they say?"
"That you.and Stokely broke out of police custody last night."
"Where did you hear that?"
"The girls in the back. They talk. Someone told me that Luigi helped you guys escape."
"Who says that's true?"
She put Sonny's hands on her far up on her thighs, "Is it true?"
"Might be. But who knows?"
"You know," she started rubbing her hips on Sonny's lap. "And I want you to tell me."
"Sorry. Can't do that. If I told you, I couldn't allow you to live."
"Oh so it's like that, is it?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah? Well that's okay. It'll be our little secret."
"Who's 'our'?"
"Sorry about the holdup. Here's your drink," the bartender came over and put his drink down on the table. "You got this new one tonight, Rosa?"
"Go away, stupid." The two women laughed.
Sondra bent down, "Be gentle with her," she said to Sonny.
"What was that about?"
"Nothing. So you're gonna be working regular for Luigi now, huh?"
"Maybe. If he pays good."
"Good. We haven't had someone we can trust to get things done in a couple of months." She looked toward a back room where a group of men started to come from, "Well I better go. Here comes your new boss." She took out a pen, wrote something down on a napkin, and then turned the napkin over, "Read this when you leave." She kissed Sonny on the cheek and then left.
In the middle of all the men were Luigi and Joey and behind them was a large man carrying a trash bag with body-sized contents inside. They stopped when they got to the table where Sonny was sitting.
"Yo, fellas, beat it. Me and Joey gotta talk to the new recruit. Angelo, bring that mess to the crusher in Harwood and tell Simon to give it the works," Luigi said. The other men all left from around Luigi and Joey.
Sonny stood up and shook Joey's hand, "How ya doin, kid?"
Then he shook Luigi's hand, "Please, kid. Sit down, sit down. It feels good to finally be able to meet one of our new hands formally." All the men sat down at the table. "So. You must be Sonny. Mick told me some good things about you and I hope you can pull through for us. We recently had to let some wise guy go recently but that's sometimes the way in this business, you know. Then someone actually came and had the fuckin balls to kill the Don almost right out in the open. This family has indeed seen dark times now."
"But that's why we got you," Joey said.
"Right, Joey. We could always use the extra help in our little battles against those fuckin chinks and I think you'll like the pay from this little business we got goin. In fact, we got somethin you can do for us right now. There are these two Triad pimps that have been sneakin on to our territory and pimpin out their bitches right in front of us! I had one of my boys leave a little somethin for you to take care of this little problem with. One of them's been spotted in Saint Mark's near the Bistro. Another walks near Easy Credit Autos. Make sure when you kill them they're dead, those little fucks got ways of actin like their dead just to get back out on the streets tomorrow."
"Sounds easy enough. That's it?" Sonny thought a job for the mafia would be a little more difficult than this.
"That's it for now. Remember, this is your foot in the door. So get this done good and there'll definitely be more work for you. Now get outta here."
Sonny picked the napkin up off of the table, put it in his pocket, and walked back outside. In his car he could see from a distance a small handgun resting in the passenger seat. He got in the car and just sat for a moment, thinking. Then he remembered the napkin Rosa had written on in his pocket. He took it out and opened it up:
Sonny,
I knew you'd read this eventually. I'm working tonight until ten why don't you come see me? Hope to see you later. Rosa.
He'd have to remember to come out around ten. Closing his eyes for a minute, he tried to concentrate on what he was about to do. Then, opening his eyes suddenly, he started the car up and sped off towards Saint Mark's. When he thought he saw the one of the men he was supposed to kill, he slowed down the car and turned the radio up.