A/N I felt bad that I had left you all for so long without updating, so I thought I would try and make up for it by giving you all another chapter, Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER***** I don't own the Black Donnellys, don't sue.

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"Jane get up!" Sophie yelled at me hitting me with another pillow. When I didn't move I heard her sigh.

"Your shift at the restaurant starts in an hour, get up. I'm not taking any more of your shifts."

"Please Soph I really don't want to go into day." I plead with her, still not moving.

"No. I dunno what happened that made you become all depressed, but you need to get over it." I snorted at the word depressed; I wasn't depressed I was just wallowing in self-pity.

Sophie had come home from shopping to find me lying on the couch staring at the wall. When I didn't answer her questions, she began to think I was for stupid reason dying. So just to show her I was alive I got and moved to my bedroom.

"You know if you don't go into work soon mom will start to worry. Then she'll come over and make a fuss about how we're living our lives and how we shouldn't be living alone, that it's too dangerous. So man up and go to work act like you're happy so our loving brother Jake can give her a glowing report about our lives." I groaned knowing Sophie was right, but my bed was so warm and comfy.

About half an hour later I was out the door and on my way to work. I was about five minutes early for my shift and yet Jake still found something to complain about.

"Nice of you to finally show up to one of your shifts Jane."

"You're lucky I even work here at all." I said putting on my apron.

"Soon you might not even work here at all." He threatened. I rolled my eyes and walked into the restaurant.

"Hey Jane, good to see you." Debbie said as I passed her and walked into the kitchen.

"You too." I told her, Debbie was the only waitress I actually liked at work. "Which section do I have tonight?"

"Uh section five, I think." She smiled when I groaned. "Hey I'm sure Jake wouldn't mind if you asked to switch with someone." I rolled my eyes at her.

"Yeah right." Jake hated when we switched anything, he was becoming a bit of a control freak.

"Don't worry your shift will be over before you know it." Debbie said trying to encourage me.

I was hoping this horrible gut feeling I had about tonight wasn't right. But I knew it was, I mean I had section five. That was the section where we sat big groups and families. They were usually the loudest and pickiest costumers.

When I got to the first table there was a crying baby, not even five minutes in and my shift already sucked. I hated when people brought their little kids out to restaurants, they are always the rudest costumers.

After the crying baby family things didn't get any better; I ran into another waitress making me drop the tray I was carrying, spilling all the food on the ground not to mention breaking all the plates- which Jake kindly told me would be coming out of my paycheck-, I also got three whole orders wrong. Needless to say my tips tonight were not very generous.

I had half an hour left in my shift when Tracy dragged me away from the family I was serving to tell me that a costumer demanded that I serve them.

"Who is it?" I asked her

"I don't know, what do you care who they are anyway." She asked me.

I sighed and decided to let that one go, Tracy wasn't all that smart. "Just tell them I'm busy, and ask them what they want to eat."

"Uh you don't think I did that?" she asked me with an incredulous look on her face. "Beside isn't the costumer always right?"

"Yes, but they don't dictate who serves them."

She looked at me awhile before replying, "Whatever, just go serve them. There in section three, table eight." She said walking away before I could protest.

I was contemplating ways to get revenge on Tracy when I saw who requested me be there waitress. They were sitting in a booth in the back of the restaurant.

I almost didn't even go up to their table. I wanted to turn around and hide in the kitchen till my shift was over. But some part of me knew that this wouldn't be the end of it. If they wanted to talk to me they would, no matter what.

So I wiped my hands on my black jeans, plastered on a fake smile, grabbed my notebook and pen from my apron and walked over.

"Hello I'm Jane and I'll be your server tonight. So what can I get for you two?" I asked smiling.

"Well what do you recommend?" Nicky asked me laying his hands down on the table.

"Our grilled chicken pesto fettuccini is excellent. Everyone seems to enjoy it."

"You know Vinnie, Jane looks tired to me. Does she look tired to you?"

"I think she does Nicky." Vinnie said agreeing. I didn't like where this was going.

"I thought so, Jane why don't you take a sit and relax while we decide what we want." Nicky said pointing to the sit next to Vinnie.

"Oh no that's okay, I'll just give you a few minu-."

"Sit Jane, I insist." Nicky demanded.

I slide into the booth taking my spot next to Vinnie. I was trying my hardest to start visibly shake. This was the guy who attacked Sean, who I kicked in the balls, who punched me in the face. It was safe to say that this conversation wasn't going to be a good one.

"I hear you're friends with the Donnellys." It wasn't a question it was a statement.

"Since I was little." I replied quietly, a part of me was happy to finally know what he wanted, the other part of me was scared for what he wanted with the Donnellys.

"Unfortunate what happened to that kid." Nicky said looking at his menu. The sick side of me almost laughed. Almost.

"It really was, but thankfully the doctors say he's going to make a full recovery." I said playing along. We both knew he did it and we both were acting like we didn't. We were playing this ridiculous game for anybody that was listening in, I guess with the mob you never knew who actually was.

"I heard you got beat up pretty bad, that's also very unfortunate."

"Don't worry I got in a few good hits." I joked.

Nicky laughed. "I'm sure you did."

"So why are you here Nicky, as far as I know you've never stepped foot in this restaurant." I asked him.

"I wanted to know if you knew anything about what happened to Louie downtown." Nicky asked studying my face, my every move.

"No, what happened to him?" I answered without hesitating.

"Nothing, he's just missing is all." Vinnie said.

"Oh, well I haven't heard anything, but if I do hear anything I'll let you know." I lied. I wouldn't tell him where water was if he was on fire.

"I appreciate that." Nicky said. "You know what I will have the fettuccini, you convinced me."

By the time I finished serving Nicky and Vinnie it was dark out. I had to stay behind just to serve them, they kept on ordering and ordering, they didn't even tip me for all the work I did. I was just happy I could go home and sleep. If only things were that simple.