Tommy stared blankly at his desk as he racked his brain trying to figure out who could have been behind this. In frustration he knocked a mirror that had 4 thin lines of cocaine off of his desk with a fierce sweep of his arm. It hit the ground, bounced twice and shattered.

Tommy looked up quickly as he heard his door open. His hand flew to the beretta that lay on his desk. He grabbed it and immediately aimed it at the door. Standing there was Kent Paul, a crazy british bastard who managed the band 'Lovefist'. Tommy had ran some jobs for him in the past. Now Kent just spent all his time drinking himself into a stupor at the Malibu.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Tommy take it easy!" Kent cringed and shielded his face with his arms, "You're still a psycho!"

Anger surged through Tommy's body as he stood up and walked over to Kent.

"I didn't kill Ken, I found him like that." Tommy pointed the gun at Kent's head, pressing the barrel up against his forehead lightly, "So don't ever accuse me of that. Ken was my friend."

A nervous sweat formed on Kent's face as he cringed, his body was shaky slightly. Tommy lowered his gun and walked back to his desk.

"What do you want?" Tommy asked, calming down.

"Who killed Rosie?!" Kent yelled in dismay.

"I don't know. I just walked in, and he was dead." Tommy led his head slump forward into his hands.

He massaged his eyelidss slowly with the palms of his hands. Kent looked around awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say next.

"I came over to tell you that we caught some punk trying to rob the register at the Malibu. He pulled a gun, but Rocky pulled his gun out and blew his hand off. You know he's the fastest gunman I've ever seen?" Kent paused for a minute, and then a sudden look of realization came over his face, "Rosie is dead?!"

Tommy paused, and looked up at Kent, "Jesus, lay off the coke man."

Kent looked around a few more times, and quickly treaded across the red carpet and out the office door. Tommy was confused slightly, but he shook the thoughts away.

Tommy's head was still full of thoughts floating aimlessly around in his head. He guessed that all the years of relentless drug abuse was paying off. He needed to calm down, get drunk, and get laid. He supposed it would help. He reached for his phone and picked it up. For a few seconds, he stared at the numbers blankly. Momentarily forgetting Mercedes's number. He remembered shortly afterwords and quickly punched in the numbers.

The phone ringed quietly a few times, Tommy hoped she'd pick up. After what seemed like hours, a high, latino voice greeted his ears with a quaint 'Hello?'

"Mercedes." Tommy said.

Immediately Mercedes recognized his familiar rough voice.

"Tommy!" She yelled enthusiastically.

He could hear various sounds of shuffling about on the other line.

"I'm getting ready right now, I'll be right over in a few minutes."

Tommy didn't get a chance to say anything else, he heard the satisfying 'click' on the other line. He smiled slightly to himself. With Mercedes, Tommy had proved that it was possible to have a sexual relationship with someone without being romantically attached. Tommy and Mercedes both knew that it was strictly mutual, just a good time here and there.

Tommy couldn't help but thinking about what Mercedes's father, Colonel Cortez, would say if he knew about their relationship. Somehow, the guy had convinced himself that his daughter was the perfect good girl that every father dreams of. She had already made a name for herself in the porn industry, hopefully the Colonel didn't watch too much porn. It would be catastrophic if he knew this about his daughter. Her working for Tommy's movie industry wouldn't have helped matters either.

Tommy stood up and walked towards his office door. He pushed it slowly open and looked out upon the first floor of the mansion. His eyes followed the huge red staircase down to the ground. Next to the entrance to the mini bar was a huge black garbage bag. Tommy say the familiar lumps of human attributes from underneath the plastic surface. He sighed heavily as he thought about the bag's contents.

Three of the mansion's hired cleaners were scrubbing at the floor of the bar furiously. Tommy turned his gaze to the front entrance of the mansion, a few of his guards were returning the gaze. They quickly looked away as Tommy's eyes fell upon them.

"It's OK, I know what you're all thinking. I would be equally horrified if my boss had done this." Tommy paused to observe their expressions. "But it wasn't me. I didn't do this to Ken. I don't know who did it. That is what we need to find out, we need to find out and kill them. Nobody gets one over on me without paying, am I right?"

Huge sighs of relief passed through the mouths of the guards. They were obviously relieved that their boss hadn't completely snapped. After a short pause, the silence passed. They all began talking amongst themselves again, and business as usual resumed at the Vercetti estate. After Tommy cleared his name, the murder just became another corpse in the crime underworld. Not too big a deal really. They were used to it by now.

Tommy retreated back into his office and plopped down into his chair, leaning back slightly. He was beginning to feel better. He partially owed this to the fact that years of seeing people close to him murdered had hardened his personality a large deal.

He felt that soon he would even be able to go back to the coke. But he decided, to be safe, to lay off for awhile longer. Instead he substituted with a cigarette. He reached his hand into his jacket and searched for a few seconds with his fingers. He finally found what he was after, and withdrew his pack of cancer sticks. He raised his lit lighter up to the cigarette and lit it. The flame ignited the end in a small fireball, engulfing the rolling paper and burning it away. Tommy took a long drag, and then slowly blew the smoke out of his mouth. He leaned back as the mist clouded the area in front of him. The sight was almost soothing.

Tommy heard a slow, soft knocking on the door. He knew by the way she knocked that it was Mercedes.

"Yeah, come in." Tommy said, looking up and past the smoke.

The door slowly opened, revealing the sleek curves of Mercede's body. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a red top. Tommy wasn't familiar with the names of the types of clothing, and he didn't care. The had all of her makeup on, and her hair was done in that special way she liked it. Tommy couldn't see how it could take less than three hours to do it that way, but somehow she managed in about 10 minutes. She was wearing dark black sunglasses. Tommy laughed, it was just like her to wear sunglasses when it was pitch black outside.

"Hi Tommy." She said in her usual sweet voice.

Mercedes was a truly beautiful woman, at first glance she would appear to be the perfect woman for any guy. But Tommy's smile faded slightly as he was reminded by himself of what Mercedes was. Sadly, she was a whore. Tommy knew this, Mercedes knew this, every guy who knows the slightest thing about women would know she's a whore after talking to her for more than 5 minutes. It made Tommy a little sad whenever he would snap back into reality and realized Mercedes wasn't a perfect woman at all. He shrugged the thoughts off as Mercedes strode across the floor slowly and smoothly, in that way only she knew.

She walked straight towards the desk and stopped right in front of it. She smiled a leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk.

"Got in the mood huh?" She said, laughing.

"Well that was the most pleasure I ever got out of seeing someone walk 10 feet." Tommy said, trying to be smooth.

Apparently it worked, Mercedes climbed over the desk and onto Tommy. She came to a stop on top of Tommy. Her weight caused his chair to tilt back slightly. To Tommy, nothing beat the feeling of a fully made up beautiful woman laying in his arms. Especially in his chair that was in his office.

Tommy looked up, irritated, as the door to his office opened yet again.

"Tommy, phone ca-" The guard began.

Tommy cut him off, "No calls!"

He picked up the ash tray on his desk and hurled it at the door, the force caused the door to slam shut again. Silence overcame the room again.

Tommy looked into Mercedes eyes for a few seconds before leaning in to kiss her. She pushed his head back in his chair and took over, spreading the front of his jacket open and unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned back and enjoyed her touch.

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Ok... New chapter, yeah my first time ever writing something romantic. Sorry if it's not your thing. I'm kinda experimenting with some new styles, so here ya go. So Tommy actually has a heart in this story, accept it fools! Anyhow, review please. Let me know what you think.