Love Gotti

1

"Teresa? Where the hell are you taking us?" I looked around the car window. Teresa Guidice and I have been friends for a couple of years now and since she was in town from New Jersey she wanted to treat me out for lunch while she was here in New York. I met Teresa while we competing on Celebrity Apprentice a couple of years ago and I was sent home the first episode. "Victoria Hunny calm down. We're almost there. I wanted to take you somewhere special since you've been so busy workin' on your new book. Like can Victoria Gotti herself take a break huh?" Teresa was excited about our meeting. It only happened ever so often. "Sure. I take breaks. Come now." I ran through my hair feeling as if there were no knots. "Well Vicky, we defiantly need you to get out more." I shook my head rolling my eyes at her.

When we finally arrived it felt like forever. It was a busy small Italian restaurant on Jackson Heights Ave. The dim lights gave the room an orange glow. Brown bricks captured the eye inside seemed rustic. It was vintage but more modern for the younger generations' attention. "Where'd find this joint T?" I removed my fur coat; revealing my long-sleeved black turtle neck, matched with my short black and white plaid skirt. "My daughter told me about it. Ooo, Victoria! I love your knee-high boots! Where did you get them?" Teresa took her coat off as well wearing a silver sparkly dress. I sat down placing the napkin on my lap. "Oh god Teresa, I can't remember where. Be thankful I found them, haha." The waiter showed up ready to take our drink orders.

"Let's try that new bubbly rosé wine." Teresa opened the menu skimming through the drinks. "You rightfully know I can't handle my liquor." I looked down on the menu seeing what was there to offer. "Jesus Vicky live a little will you." Two glasses appeared before us half full of sparkling pink wine. I'm gonna be tipsy before we leave. I can never hold my liquor, not even a small drink. The waiter came back awaiting our orders. "Okay so I'll have the giardiniera, and she'll have manicotti." Teresa always knows what I can have. Teresa sat there staring at me like I was a Greek painting. "What? What's wrong? I gotta bug or something'?" I looked down seeing if I had anything on me or my hair. "No sweetie, I'm just thinkin' maybe a little change in your life can be a little vacation." She popped the cork off the new bottle pouring herself a second glass. "Ha, a vacation. Really? I'm perfectly content, Teresa. I have my family, my sons and my lovely grandson. What else do I need?" I took a little sip and already felt light-headed. "Fine. Go on a date than Victoria." I turned my head around behind me from left to right. Me? Dating? She must be talking to some other woman. "Whatcha lookin' behind for huh? I'm talking to you." Our food arrived in a short time. Quicker than we expected. "Teresa, come now. I can't get back out there. Especially now. Online dating is terrifying. Most of the men we know are either smucks or wise guys. Men online want one thing for free that they can pay for on a site. Plus most of the men I've met never wanted me for me. They wanted to sleep with my last name. To tell their buddies they slept with a Gotti. No, it's too crazy." Teresa looked at me again. "Oh, so you have been thinking about it?" She laughed using the spoon and fork to eat. "Of course I have. It's not like I haven't thought about it. It's just hard. I don't want a run-of-the-mill sanitation worker but I don't another criminal. That's expensive when I gotta bail em' out or get lawyers involved. Plus my heart can't take that. Not again." I looked down at my meal making sure the sauce didn't go everywhere. "Would you date a woman?" Her sly grin appeared in the corner of my eye. "Maybe sure...I'd try it. Wait! Why?!?" I never really thought why I just said that it just came out like second nature. Teresa laughed drinking her glass fully. "Because love; there's a 'busboy' who's wipin' down the table behind you and I just realized she's wearing a bra and she's been staring at you specifically for 10 minutes now." She laughed again. I went to turn my head until Teresa grabbed my arm. "Don't be so noticeable Vicky, Jesus." I briskly turned to make it seem non-noticeable. "Do you think she saw that?!?" I felt my cheeks heated over the thought. Why am I acting like this? This isn't me. I slightly turned this time seeing this girl. She was wide-shouldered, very masculine. With settle soft tones in her skin. I can tell why Teresa mistook her for a man. She looked athletic; well not entirely. She still had this girly touch you know? Like I won't say she's ripped but if she flexed you'd see a muscle here and there. She appeared in a black button-up dress shirt rolled up at the elbows and a gold chain with her dark naturally brown slick back with some sort of gel. Wearing small black vintage style glasses. Her necklaces look legit, but her gold watch is turning her wrist green. It's quite cute honestly. At least she's trying. And tatted. Oh lord was she covered in tattoos. To her collar bones to god know where else. Her arms were covered in all sorts of art. I'd love to see where else it goes. It was fascinating. She stood before us like she was a walking piece of art. I had to stop myself for a brief moment due to me thinking I was staring too hard. I turned my head back knowing I must've looked like a complete fool. Teresa was smiling at me ear to ear. "Oh, you look like you just got hit with a ton of bricks Hunny." Teresa laughed again snagging the bill before I can. "Oh shit. You're right. Man, she's hot T." I rubbed my cheek feeling frustrated over this tiny crush over this estranged girl.                                                                                                                           I whipped out my phone texting my ride as Teresa was paying. "Uhm..C-can I um..take your plates from the table?" It. Was. Her. This little classical beauty was shining her pearly whites directly at me. Her eyes were a bright sea blue sparkling bright at me. "Yeah sure. Thank you, sweetie." I softly bit the side of my lip trying not to get her attention. "Oh ok, thank you." She grinned reached down whisking the plates away from me. She was so quick I didn't realize she was gone. 'Oh shit!' Why didn't I think of talking to her more! Shit! Shit! Shit! I got up putting on my coat. Until I stopped in my tracks hearing something metallic hit the floor. It was a gold piece. Wasn't real gold. Platted actually. It was backing off a watch. It's her cheap ass watch piece. "Don't you just look outta sorts Vicky?" Teresa almost pissed her pants laughing, letting wrinkles come over her face. "Yah knows T, you'll ruin your Botox laughing this hard." I drank back the rest of the alcohol in my glass mustering up the courage I had left this afternoon. "You don't think that'll happen will it??" Teresa stopped ripping her purse out to find a mirror looking at her forehead. "Do you ever listen to the doctors when they administer it? That's what they say." I laughed grabbing all my things getting rid of my excuses not to see her. "Whatcha doing? Where ya runnin' off to?" She caught up with me getting her coat as well. "Ima see her. She forgot something at our table." I was running to the desk. "Excuse me? Do you know where your bus girl would be at this moment?" I never shook in my shoes this hard before. The young boy was very uninterested in my question but he looked over huffing and buffing. "She's probably on her break or something. She'd be outside." He lifted his newspaper over his head. "Oh thank you." I frantically ran out the door looking for the alleyway.                                                                                                                                              My ride hasn't even shown up yet. It didn't matter to me. I needed to see her. I walked through huge crowds which freaked me out worse. I think ignored some people through my mission. Some fans asking for 'Ms. Gotti's signature' that'll probably end up on eBay in a year. New York is a messy city but damn this alley was a mess. I think the rats would be appalled, but in this heap of garbage sat on a yellow plastic freight cart is the cutie making my heart melt smoking a cigarette, reading a book. Urghh..even sexier. A tatted masculine girl reading. Fuck I'm in trouble. "Hi um...did you drop this?" I reached out with the cheap piece of metal. Her bright eyes darted up focusing on me. She shot up like a bullet almost dropping her book before she swiftly caught it. "Oh no! Yes..that is mine. I'm very, very sorry Ms. Gotti." She shuffled her feet becoming rather close. Her watch wasn't on her wrist, I laughed seeing her green wrist shadow. "My watch broke off I didn't know it broke when I was at your table." She reached out picking the piece out from my hand. Her fingers were incredibly soft, damn. "How did you know who I am? And who are you?" I raised my eyebrow. She froze. Her muscles she had tensed up. Holy shit hot. Stop it!