I wake up to the sound of constant yelling. 'What the heck?' I think. I roll out of bed, falling down on my face. I share an apartment room with Frankie, Guido and Jackson. The three guys are always arguing about random things. I sit up and walk out to the hallway, where they are in a big ball of idiocy.
"What the hell are you three doing?" I yell. That startles all three of them. Being the kind of person I am, I generally don't cuss.
"Morning Katrina. You look rested. Ouf!" Frankie says. Jackson pushes him off of Guido.
"Well rested? She looks like donkey as*!" Jackson yells, getting kicked in the groin by me.
"Wow. Two bad words in a row. New record, I'd say." Guido says. He's the new one.
"Come on, everyone, get up! We have to get going. We have to go to some sort of meeting!" I say, getting everyone on their feet.
"Give me about 10 minutes." Jackson begs, pained. I roll my eyes and go to get dressed myself.
After everyone is pulled together, all injuries have mended a little, and we all look half-way decently, we can finally leave. Everyone gets into the shared Mafia car, and I drive.
"Um, no. Girls don't drive." Jackson says. I look at him flatly, then elbow him in the gut. "Message receved." He groans in pain. We only drive for about 15 minutes, but we're all late.
"Frankie, remind me to kick the black out of Jackson." I whisper to Frankie as we find seats.
"Jackson's Italian, Katrina." He says. I glare at him, and he looks away from me. The meeting goes on for some time, then my name is called. I'm one of the only girls in the whole Mafia, and I'm one of the most important people in the whole buisness.
"Miss Dalton, you are being re-comissioned. Your group, too." My superior says. I want to protest and say 'They are idiots! I can't take them to a damn meeting, let alone a new comission!' But I nod. It's a great privilage to me re-comissioned at a meeting like this. I sit down after accepting my 'reward' and goad. 'This can't be happening. This can't be happening. These guys are stupid, I was going to get another team. This can't be happening.' I think.
"Don't worry, Trina. Everything will work out." Frankie whispers, seeing the obviese bitterness on my face. I sigh and slouch more into myh seat, my feet sliding below the empty seat in front of me.
We get back to the apartment, Guideo and Jackson singing "We got promoted, we got promoted!" until I turn my head and scream at them "Shut the hell up! You guys are driving me insaine! If you wre in my posision, you'd be slautering me!" That shuts them up. As I turn back, Frankie places his hands on the steering wheel. I barely have enough time to look at him before the car gets smashed.
2
"Miss Handinger, are you alright?" A distant voice says.
"Huh? Where am I?" I ask, barely able to talk.
"Hospital. Lucky your friend made it. You would have been toast." The voice gets closer. I'm back in reality.
"Where are the people I was with?" I ask.
"Their all okay. You are so lucky!" The doctor says again.
"What happened?"
"You where in a car crash. A semi truck just glided over your car like butter on toast."
Frankie runs in the room, in a polo-shirt and jeans. He yells over his shoulder that I'm okay, then comes to my bedside.
"Thank the lord you're okay! Your brothers and I where so worried!" He cries. 'Brothers?' I think, then remember our cover. I'm Frankie's girlfriend, Katrina Handinger. Jackson and Guido are my brothers.
"Trinie-poo! You made it!" Jackson says, rapping his arms around my neck. I whisper really quietly "You do that again and I will snap you like a pencil." He lets go. The doctor tells Frankie about my fractures, my broken leg and arm. That's it, and I feel so lucky right now. Guido looks like one of those...what are they?.... gothic people. I almost break out in laughter at the sight of him. Jackson looks gay, and that also makes me laugh. Frankie has always been the half-way normal one.
I get released into Frankie's custody, finally. When we get back to the apartment, Frankie tells me how I should have been paying attention, making me feel bad.
"Look, I'm sorry. I feel like crap as it is. Please, let's drop it for now. Okay?" I say, trying not to yell.
3
We have to go to Houston, and I just know something is going to happen. Each time we get relocated, something bad happens. Frankie gets our plane tickes, and we are off. Guido and Jackson sit together, Frankie and I sit together, and I don't mind that. As we fly off, Frankie says how he wishes we could date inside the Mafia.
That gets him slaped, hard. I don't know why I slap him, I just do. I guess it's because I think he's talking about me. The rest of the two hour plane ride is quiet.
4
"Smell that Houston air. Nothing like sand and heat." Guido says.
"Exactly." Jackson says.
"Come on, lazy-asses. Lets go." Frankie says.
(What will happen in Houston? Will Guido and Jackson still talk like idiots about the air? Will I stop asking stupid questions? All questions will be answered LATER, when I finish this story.)
