Frankie_Vizzini leans against the wall, of a brightly lit night club, the place overflowing with people enjoying the Chicago nightlife. In his mouth was a finely manufactured Cuban cigar. He watches as a black tinted limousine approaches, coming out are some local celebrities. Frankie recognizes the woman from the new issue of Playboy magazine, which he did not purchase……. Just saw in the shop window, when he was strolling down the street. He is not sure about the husband, but he looks to be some sort of businessman. Frankie was waiting for his beautiful friend, AlessandraKorkunova to leave the club. She had some business to conclude inside, so Frankie went out for a short smoke break. Frankie scans the crowd, as he continues to smoke his cigar. A lot of upper-class customers here tonight, there might be some party going on. Frankie wonders why he was not invited, he enjoys partying from time to time.

Alessandra appears after exiting the club and they walk together to the valet pickup area. Frankie is given his keys to his white convertible and they both jump in. Of course, Frankie opens the door for Alessandra before he gets in himself. Frankie prides himself on being a classy gangster. “So where are we going now doll?” Frankie finishes the last of his cigar, throwing it out onto the street, before starting the car and driving away from the club. Frankie drives past his house at a fast rate of speed and glances over. A sense of horror washes over his face, as he scans his house. The place seems to be ransacked, Frankie knows this is a bad situation. “Alessandra we need to head to my house for a second there might be a problem. Frankie takes a quick u-turn and parks in front of his house. 

Frankie runs out of his vehicle and sprints up the staircase to his porch. He fumbles his way through his pockets before he finds his keys. “No no please be okay.” The door opens and Frankie rushes inside. The place looks like a complete wreck. Frankie runs down to his basement, going down the stairs. He sprints over to his hidden safe and puts in the combination to open it. It opens and Frankies jaw hits the ground. “IT’S ALL GONE!” Frankie cries for a moment, quickly rubbing his eyes when he sees Alessandra come into the basement. “I was seeing another woman on the side, she must have broken in and stolen all my money. Thankfully my girlfriend isn’t home yet, that would have just added to this. She must be at her parent's house still. We have to find her before she skips town, are you with me?” Frankie looks up at Alessandra, with hopefulness in his eyes. 

A buff looking guy stood before her as she eyed him carefully. "That was the deal, punk. Now pay up before I do something very bad." Much to his surprise, she sure knew how to handle business and handed over the money in a hesitant manner. He thought it would've been easy enough to scare her away but she stood her ground and smiled sweetly. Then she took the money and finally headed out of the night club. The neon sign above the entrance provided a bright light for the patrons and she was able to see Frankie waiting nearby. She gave a brief nod when she got into his convertible before putting the cash away in her purse. 

When asked where they were going to go, she gave a shrug with her right shoulder. "Wherever you wanna go. You're the one giving me a ride home so I have no choice but to follow your ass around!" Not long after she found herself looking out the window towards his house and it seemed like someone had broken into it. She saw rage painted all over his face. Worry consumed her. She began to get out of the car faster than him and headed for his porch. She looked around slowly after he unlocked his front door and her jaw dropped. Everything was trashed. A broken antique vase on the floor plus other bits and peices lying around.

Her first thought was - who could've done it? 

It seemed as though her question was instantly answered when she heard yelling from down the basement. Then she rushed down the stairs, found him in distress and she frowned slightly. "Oh no... Seriously Frankie? We talked about this last night. No more women on the side. I feel sorry for your girlfriend, but then again she's probably out doing the same thing. I never trusted her from the get go and I keep telling you that but you won't listen." She was half frustrated half feeling bad about the situation at hand. Without talking, she gave a nod and headed back to the car.

"I'm driving this time. Just tell me the directions," she called out to him.

“Wait you think she is going behind my back?” Frankie turns around to see Alessandra walking out the front door. Frankie rushes out of the house as well, not wanting to be left behind. Frankie begins to speak his mind “She needs to get out of town quick, so she probably went to the airport.” Frankie looks up to see his seat to being occupied by someone else’s bottom. Frankie looks at Alessandra then back at his car, then back at her again. “You think I am letting you drive baby around? Did you lose your marbles?” Frankie laughs at the thought of her wanting to drive. 

But Alessandra is not budging and Frankie becomes more firm with his voice. “This is not being discussed, you are not driving my baby. She needs a certain touch and I give her what she needs. She is not used to new people driving her around.” Frankie does not care if he sounds a little bit insane, this is not on the agenda. Frankie knows Alessandra crashed her car a mere week ago and does not want the same thing happening to his convertible. Frankie even suggested they take a cab because Alessandra is not driving. He even suggests they get someone to pick them up instead. 

Just as she hopped into the drivers seat of his precious baby, she sensed his outraged expression. For a second there she thought he was more mad at the fact that she wanted to drive than having his house broken into. She was persistent with wanting to drive but in the end she gave into his desires, mostly because she hated seeing him all fired up. She tried hard to suppress the laughter begging to come out when she switched sweats with him. Before she knew it, he burned rubber on the road and they were off to the airport. Hopefully she hadn't left the country yet.

Few minutes into the drive, Alessandra turned to him and sighed. "When will you realize not to chase girls who are known for being... well - gold diggers?" She had once offered to hook him up with one of her friends but remembered that he expressed his disinterest in that offer. Hopefully one day he'd let her. When they arrived to the airport, she felt somewhat hopeless. What if she already left? All that money she took with her...

As Alessandra walked with Frankie inside the airport, she pointed to her left. "I'm going to check over here. She could just be checking in her bags, in the toilets or something. I'll meet you back here in fifteen minutes. If I'm not here, something is wrong." After that she parted ways with Frankie and started to wander off. Her suspicions led her to the bathrooms. She wasn't really expecting to see the girl here but when she walked in she found a few dollar bills lying around on the tiled floor. It looked like someone dropped it while rushing out of the bathroom. 

Who else would be in such a rush? 

Frankie jumped into the driver's seat, started the car and they were off. Frankie felt the wind splash against his face, as he zoomed down the highway at high rates of speed. Time was not on there side, she could be on a plane at this moment, but hopefully, we can catch her before she leaves the airport. 

Frankie listens to Alessandra's concerns and rebuttals. “Now look here, I know they are gold diggers, this is why they are not my main piece. I give them a little chump change from time to time and they satisfy me in other needs. Now let’s focus on the task at hand please.” Frankie parks the car in a parking lot across from the airport and they walk in. Frankie takes a smoke, as he looks around. Frankie hears what Alessandra is saying and he goes in the opposite direction to search. But then something piques his interest, a familiar face sitting down in a seat and Frankie goes on the offensive. Frankie goes behind and sits down, trying to hide his face using his hat. Frankie then waits for the man to move and follows him down a corridor. He is going for a smoke break, this is the perfect opportunity for an ambush. 

Frankie pulls a pair of brass knuckles in his pocket and swings on the man, slamming his fist into the back of his head. The momentum of the punch + the brass knuckles sends the man face-first to the floor. Frankie still has his cig in his mouth, as he moves over and begins stomping the man's head. Frankie knows he can’t finish him in a public place and brings him into a nearby bathroom. Finding the nearest stall and throwing his head in the toilet. The man flinches and fights for a few seconds before he goes completely limp. Frankie finds a ticket to a flight at the airport, in his jacket pocket and leaves the bathroom. 

As Frankie leaves the bathroom and goes to finish his cigarette, he sees two other goons staring at him. They begin to close in and Frankie books it down the opposite direction. These guys must have been sent by his fling, she hired some muscle to protect her. She isn't that dumb to know I would kill her for this. Frankie rushes through the crowd, accidentally knocking down a few people. Frankie runs past Alessandra, as one of the men goes towards her. “I brought you a present,” Frankie screams as he continues to dash away. Frankie manages to lose his pursuer for a second, as an idea forms in his head. He hides behind an adjacent wall and waits for the man to go down the hallway. As the man is inches away, Frankie swings and drops the man to the ground. Smiling, Frankie makes his way back to Alessandra, in a nice easy walk. 

She figured that a gust of wind must have knocked her over sligtly but she was shocked to find that it was just Frankie who had just run past her. Was he running from someone? Her eyes widened as she began to realize that it wasn't just one person chasing him - but two gangster guys. A conflict within a conflict. Well this was just great! She was just about to call some guys she knew but was amused to see Frankie casually walking back to her with a smug smile on his face. She made a disgusted face and shook her head. "What... just... happened?" Even though she already knew the answer. 

Moving on from that, she told him about what she saw in the powder room. "A couple dollar bills just randomly lying on the floor," she said while she waved a hand around, "she's probably still here. We just have to move - fast." There was no time to waste and she waited for him to speed off so she could follow. It wasn't helpful that the airport had such a large space with different pathways and rooms, almost making her dizzy, but she tried to focus. First thing's first though - did she even remember what his girlfrined looked like? "Frankie by the way can you please just refresh my memory on what your girlfriend looks like? She was tall and slender... that's all I can remember. Oh and a bitch," she sensed his eyes widening but she continued running with him.

There were too many people in the way and she accidentally bumped into someone, but that certain someone was not who she was expecting. "Is it this bitch?" She bluntly asked Frankie as she pointed an accusing finger at her. Her face said it all. The suitcase in her hand was not helping her either. She looked between Frankie and his girlfriend as she felt the thick tension in the air between them. Tension so thick someone could cut right through it with a knife. The gold-digging girlfriend held up her hands in surrender and dropped the suitcase full of cash. All the dollar bills came flying out. 

Considering that there were a bunch of people around, they all suddenly stopped and started running towards the dollar bills like a bunch of seagulls. Chaos. Disaster. Alessandra looked to Frankie dumbstruck and she pointed to the mess on the floor. "I have no idea what you plan on doing to your girlfriend but I'm going to get the money. Be right back." She walked towards the crowd and trying her best to be somewhat subtle, flashed a gun that was attached to her hip holster under her skirt and used her loud voice. "If you don't want to get hurt here, I suggest you step away from the money. No one pick anything up. That is not yours. Now move along, people." And they all sighed in annoyance. But at the same time no one really wanted to be killed so luckily for her majority of the crowd started waddling away.

She huffed and puffed as she started gathering all the bills and placed them all back into the suitcase, locking it to keep everything in. Then she started to look for Frankie and his girlfriend, but they were nowhere to be found? Where the fuck did he go? 

"Alessandra for the last time this is not my girlfriend, this is my side piece. Have you had too much to drink at the nightclub?” Frankie laughs and takes another smoke from a new cigar, he finds it in his pocket. Then they both begin to search the surrounding area, hoping to find his fling hiding within the crowd. Then with a hint of luck, we saw her in front of us. Alessandra pointed at her and I confirmed it was her. I could tell it was her, with her plump behind that I got accustomed to seeing. In her hands, was a black suitcase full of my money. I put a hand on my holster and she noticed it immediately. She drops the suitcase as some of the money hits the floor and scatters about. 

Frankie and Alessandra rush over, making sure to have some crowd control, so they did not lose any of the money. As they secure all the money back safely, Frankie carries the money back to the car. He forcefully drags his fling to his car and stuffs her in the trunk. She screams bloody curse words at him and Frankie laughs. “Aw, I know babe you love me so much. But this has to be done, you crossed the line and time to pay for your deeds.” Frankie closes the trunk and gets Alessandra. They drive away from the airport, as they see some approaching patrol cars. Frankie takes the fastest route to the local cemetery and he pulls in, being careful to not be spotted. Frankie finds a spot and shuts off his vehicle. 

What the fuck were we doing in a cemetery? Alessandra couldn't bring herself to say much when she saw Frankie pull up to a graveyard. She had a horrible feeling that he was going to do something very bad. Her pace quickened when she slowly began to remember that one of her fears was being buried alive, this type of fear she once developed from a nightmare after a tragic war. To this day she had not been able to get over it. But if that's what he was going to do, she had to play along with it. She was past the point of no return anyway. Dragged herself into this mess. 

Once the engine cut off, she unbuckled and stepped out of the car. She stretched her arms, yawning slightly as her eyes looked up to the evening sky. She wondered what time was it now. It's highly possible that maybe some of her fellow family members are looking for her now but she pushed the thought away. She was anxious for absolutely no fucking reason. She wasn't the one dying tonight. Frankie's side hoe was.

"So, what do you want me to do Frankie?" 

Frankie goes out of the car and instructs Alessandra to follow him to the backside of his vehicle. He opens the trunk and walks over methodically. He walks over and begins to throw down punches on her and she begins to scream. “Shut the fuck up bitch, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Frankie lifts his leg and brings it down, as his boot crunches down on her skull. Frankie does this over and over again, each with more momentum than the last. After the fifth stomp, she stops moving completely and Frankie throws her dead body over his shoulder. Frankie looks over at Alessandra and informs her that there is a shovel in the trunk. Frankie finds an open area and drops the body onto some dirt. Frankie looks around as the shovel is thrown at him. Frankie grabs the shovel mid-air and begins to dig. 

5 Minutes Later

Frankie looks up at Alessandra from the bottom of the grave and asks if she can take the rest of the digging. At this point Frankie had dug it mostly up, only ¼ of the hole is needed to be dug up at this point. Frankie jumps out and wipes his forehead, which is covered in sweat and dirt. Frankie pulls out a cigar and lights it. Looking into the night sky, looking at the beautiful stars. What a fucked-up business he lives in, Frankie thought to himself. Frankie smokes more of his cigar, as he catches his breath. 

He looks back down into the grave and wonders how his life could be different, working a nine to five job instead of running a family in the mob. If he just listened to his dad and stayed in the straight and narrow. Would it be easier? Frankie shakes it off, as he takes another puff from his cigar. Frankie then puts the hot cigar back into his pocket, as he pulls out a flask. He takes a slug from the flask and puts it back into his pocket once more. Alessandra finishes and gets out of the grave. Frankie walks over and takes the shovel from her hands. “I will finish it up, you can wait in the car if you want.” 

Digging was definitely not her forte, but here she was - digging a grave. Funnily enough, digging a grave for a gold-digger. Just shows that actions really does have consequences. She gave a nod as she took the shovel and got to work. She let him have his smoke break while she finished up the rest of the digging. Good for her that she was pretty quick with her hands and the job didn't take longer than ten minutes. She saw Frankie walk over to her, who being the absolutely nice guy he was, offered to finish the job. With a shake of her head she said a simple "no". 

"Finish up what? It's already done. See for yourself." She moved out of the way as she let him see the finished artwork. Wasn't it beautiful? She wiped a hand across her sweaty forehead and let out a tired sigh. "But good idea. I'm going to wait in the car. Maybe you want to say some last words to her grave before we leave this sad place." After she wiped her dirt stained hands on her skirt, she walked over to the car and collapsed back into the passenger seat. From her window she watched Frankie.

She loved him. As a dear friend. And she would do anything for him, but the thought of Frankie brutally stomping his boots on some girls face again wasn't too appealing so hopefully there won't be any situation like this anytime soon. 

Frankie looks at Alessandra and then back into the grave, which is now completely full of dirt. Frankie is actually impressed and tells her to wait in the car, while he says his last goodbyes. As Alessandra leaves his view, Frankie walks over and stands over the grave. He pulls out his flask, chugs the remainder of it down and puts it right back into his jacket pocket. Frankie pulls down his fly and begins to piss on the newly made grave. “Have a fun time in hell, you crazy bitch.” Frankie pulls up his fly once again, readjusts his pants and makes his way back to another gravesite. 

As he goes closer, the grave reads “Here Lies Mrs. Vizzini, loving mother and caretaker.” Frankie wishes he was around to help her more, maybe she would have survived longer. But in this life, your actual family comes second no matter the circumstance. Frankie leaves and walks back to the car. He gets in without saying a word, starts the car, and they leave. Frankie looks over to his friend and asks her a important question. “You want to fucking party?" 

"Hell yeah," she says. She had no idea what Frankie's last words to his side hoe was, but she knew that it was probably something vulgar. She doesn't even click her seatbelt on as the car begins to speed off into the night. Who knew what adventures the future might hold for them again? As she rolled down her window, the outsize breeze lifted her hair out of her face and her cheeks were flushed from the adrenaline rush she was getting. She was having way too much with him.