Snippet #2072937

Tommy couldn't help but swell with pride and passion as Cat threw herself in with him and everything that came with it, ready to go and take on whatever was in front of them. There wasn't a lot of people out there that would do something like that for someone like Tommy Castellano. He caught the keys from her and gave her a quick nod as they got into the Mustang.

Once in the drivers seat he put the keys in the ignition and the car sprang to life with a roar. Tommy lowered the window, looking back out of it at Logan who was standing a few yards away already sitting on his Harley. Tommy gave him a slow nod in thanks to which Logan returned. With that done he stepped on the gas and sped down the long driveway and passed the gates of the school. They were on the long dark country road from West Chester to the city in minutes. Tommy was silent up until this point. His mind grappling with what he would soon be faced with. This was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his entire life. Gone nearly a year with no word. He wouldn't be surprised if they thought he was dead. This was gunna be fun to explain to his old man. First things first however and he'd have to make the call and let someone know he was coming in. In the Italian Mafia if someone goes missing for too long that can only mean two things. He's dead or he's in witness protection. Both aren't good. If Tommy just showed up they could take him for a rat and that would go bad for everybody so he pulled out his cell and made the call. He breathed out a nervous sigh before pressing the call button and looking at Kitty.

"Well...here goes nothin."

With that he hit send and waited. The seconds passed by like hours as the phone rang. Waiting for the answer was nerve racking but when the other line picked up Tommy's heart leapt into his throat.

"Yeah hello?"

The voice on the other end was his cousin, Frank Zuko. Tommy had dozens upon dozens of cousins. Frankie was one of his fathers top men because above all else Frankie was smart. No matter what was going on Frank always could figure out some way to get them out of a jam no matter how big. This would test the limits of Frankie's resourcefulness.

"Hellooo?.... This better not be somebody playin on my fuckin phone."

"Hey Frank."

The voice on the other end fell silent as if in shock. Tommy could hear his breaths coming rapidly.

"T-Tommy?.... Tommy is that you?"

Frankie's voice was shaking on the other end with raw emotion. The sound of his beloved cousin's voice threatened to do the same to Tommy as he forced himself to maintain his composure as he drove down the dark road.

"Yeah Frankie, it's me."

"Jesus Christ Tom-Tom, we thought you was dead!"

"Yeah...figured that..."

"You ok Tommy? Who took you? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine Frank, I'm ok.... Nobody took me."

Frank's voice hesitated for a moment as he tried to comprehend what Tommy had just said.

What do you mean nobody took you?

Tommy sighed and ran his hand through his hair before answering.

"It's complicated alright?... Look Frankie I'm comin home but... I need somebody to bring me in. Somebody I trust."

"Ok Tommy, Ok. Where do you wanna meet?"

"Meet me off the exchange to the highway. Just outside the city."

I'll be there Tommy... And hey Tom Boy?"

"Yeah Frankie"

"It's good to hear your voice kiddo."

"... You too Frank."

Tommy hung up the phone and hung his head with a long sigh. This was gunna be harder than he thought.