GoodFellas

Plans

The beginning of a end, Burnside everything and everyone in its path. So what are you?
What brought you to me? Letting you in my horrendous time of place?

Amelia's POV, Thursday 12:00 am

I did it, Eventually. You win universe, although I didn't mind the show I had to put on. They bought it, It just had to be you, To fall for it. My plan, My generalisation sweeping you up completely.
I held a HK45 Tactical, it is loaded and ready to go. I put on some black pants, and flats. A black leather jacket, and my genuine pleather gloves. Everything is in place, Get in, Get out. No trace.
I took a deep breath, Feeling a hand push against my back. "Let's teach, Quincy a lesson". Jimmy whispered. Henry was right behind me, carrying a baseball bat, Tommy sat in the car.
It felt like a normal shakedown, But the ensuring tension between me and Henry. Felt different, Entirely Different. Quincy Marcel Goldberg, A Rotten American, He owes Jimmy 12 Grand. Jimmy gave him a month to get the money. And he hasn't paid up.
We all stood outside his house, His family is out of town. Didn't want to harm a hair on his kids and his wife. So he'll be the best option we have to have to send a message. "Move". I whispered.
Henry pushes past me, Kicking down his door and storming inside. I follow behind, With Jimmy.
Quincy, jumped out of his chair, Booze, Drugs, Alcohol. Spread all over his table, Cocaine practically splattered on his face. His white collared shirt tore apart. Quincy has brown pants on and his boots. He looked scared, his eyes, scanned all of us in the room. Henry, Quickly grabbed him by his shirt dragging him to his living room, With such disgusting floral wallpaper. Quincy fell onto his brown Heath bulky chair. Putting his hands in surrender, I walked to the front door, slowly picking it up pushing it back in place.
"QUINCY! You MOTHERFUCKER". Henry yelled, I turned back, Henry punched him in the face. Getting some cocaine on his fist, mixed with blood. Quincy went back grabbing his nose and weeping. "STOP!". Quincy panicked, Standing up, Jimmy pushed him down. Basically seething through his teeth.
"Where is my money Quincy?! You had a Whole month to pay me back!!!". Jimmy yelled.
Quincy, was a 35-40 years old, Ex marine. And got into some trouble with the feds. He asked jimmy for help, and he got it. Quincy just owned what was ours.
"I got it, Jimmy it is locked up! But it takes process okay?!". Quincy fired back. Jimmy chuckled at that, before, Breaking his China lamp. "But this is how I process!". Jimmy yelled,
Henry stood in the kitchen going through, his cabinets. He had his bat laying on the ground next to the couch, Which wasn't too far from Jimmy.
I looked at my gun, I don't really need it, Nothing, Serious but Jimmy, Bustin another man's balls. "Amelia, Come here". Jimmy spoke, I look back. Quincy was all beaten and roughed up. His wary eyes glanced at me, tears coming down his face. Jimmy put him through hell, and he had to pay. I walked over standing above Quincy. "Where is the money? I'm only going to ask once, So spit it out Quincy". I spat, he gulped down, and shut his eyes. His body language, indicated. He was scared for dear life, and he should be.
Quincy owes, and needs to pay his fucking debts. "It's in a storage unit, N-Not all of it is there". He quietly whispered. I glanced at Jimmy, he nodded. "That's my boy, You just had to tell me. We could have avoided this confrontation". Jimmy gestured, I moved aside, Letting Henry walk over. Picking up his baseball bat. Jimmy smiles, Patting Quincy shoulders. "I'm sorry Jimmy, I really am-". Quincy is cut off, Henry, Slammed his bat into, the radio station. Above his Tv, Instantly smashing it to pieces. Quincy winced, Crying a little bit. And to tell you that, Quincy is a UGLY CRIER. "But you made me wait! And I don't like to wait!". Jimmy screamed.
Quincy nods, holding back the rest of his tears.
Henry broke his tv box, shattering everything until it is a pile, Of nothing. "I'll bring it tomorrow..". Quincy muttered. Jimmy folded his arms standing in front of Him. He ticked his tongue, and with the look on Jimmy's face. I could tell, this sick fuck. Enjoyed beating people, it had to completely written on his face.
"Amelia, Henry, Go out to the car. I'll be there in a Jiff".
I nodded, Carrying myself and walking out the door.

I felt the cold breeze, Hit me. The coolness coming in and out my nose. I liked being outdoors, To just see the pale bright moonlight. And those oh so amazing dashing stars. I loved it, Always wondering.
What in the world can be out there. Mystery? Horrors? A new bridge?
I reached our 1959 Cadillac fleetwood. This was one my favorite rides to take. With the texture of a sleek black paint job. And those comfortable CSD Seats. My my, pure joy of it all.
"Hey, Amelia". Henry called out. I turned around, Henry walked as if he had swing to it. And reality of it. Is that the walk kind of suited him, in. Particular way. Which I admired, "Yeah?". Henry swung his bag around, Once or twice before setting it in the back seat. "Why haven't we met? Like 5 years ago?". He asks, I coughed a bit, leaning on the drivers door. I folded my arms, Why didn't I meet him? I was 14 at the time, fourteen years old. and doing my best to get the hang of things. I didn't know if I had a choice. And in the end, I actually didn't.
I wish I met Henry, He could have helped me.
"Well, I was 14. And you were?".
"18, I helped with Paulie a lot". Henry responded. I make and "O" Shape with my mouth. "I wasn't allowed to be anywhere near his restaurant, Since Paulie. Wanted me to stay innocent". I say. Henry chuckled, moving alongside and leaning right beside me.
"Innocent? Why? You needed to learn how to grow up, by the time you're 13". Henry spoke, I shrugged. "Paulie, wanted me to. Graduate high school. Go find a someone. Go and get married. And have a family". I say, Henry pursed his lip together, nodding a bit. "But what happened?".
I sighed deeply,
"It's a long story, But in the end. I did sort of succeed. I mean I'm practically running the streets". I casually say. Henry's eyes met mine, again. I let myself daze into his. Why is this a thing?? Every moment, Every small little interaction. We sync up. It's weird, and very much. comforting.
"What did it cost? In the end, Did you lose your credibility? Or a sense of anything?". He asks,
He's trying to get to know me, Trying to figure me out. But why?
"What's with you, And all these questions Hill?".
He smiles, and looks away. Glancing at the sky.
I looked down, staring at the cold black cement. Of Quincy's driveway. "I'm curious, You're So upbringing, It is like. I don't know how to explain it". He quietly said, I lightly blushed.

It takes one, to be one.
"Wow, My impact on you. Is so fucking funny!". I called out. Henry furrowed his brows, standing up straight. "And you're one to talk?! Walking around in your get-up. Like you're a Greek god!". He exclaimed. I started to laugh, burying my face into the palms of my hands.
I had to ruin this moment, I don't let myself be with tension like this. At all, so I stay like a normal person. And use Humor.
"I don't have a problem with that, Because in the end. I'm one, who is maliciously hot. And will run the mobs". I reply slyly back, Henry. Rolled his eyes. "Yeah Yeah, Whatever". Hé jokingly said. " Amelia Linton, Who the fuck Names their child that?". He asked. I stood up, straight walking in front of him.
"Fuck you, My name is pride. Who the hells names their kid with the same Alphabetical letters?!". I exclaimed throwing my arms in the air. Henry laughed, putting his hands on his hips. He grinned and tried to grab a cigarette.
"Tone It down, Linton. Otherwise you'll not get your birthday present".
I sarcastically gasped. "Meh, I already have everything".

Before Henry could even respond, Jimmy walked out the house. He looked at both of us,
"Get in the car, We are leaving this place".
I nodded, Quickly hopping in and hiding the bat, and my gun under the seats. Jimmy started the engine, Before peeling away.
I ducked down, I didn't want anyone seeing me. Just in case jimmy had killed, Quincy or whatever the hell he did inside.

The sad thing about the rest of the evening. Is I didn't get to finish my conversation with Henry.