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Ginger Caggliano [8] A young & vivacious free-spirit, desperate to escape the suffocation of political correctness.
Jimmy Massera [7] Jimmy the Saint

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New York, New York U.S.A.

The sun drops on a cool day, the wind is blowing gently, but even as the day dies the influence of the sun can be felt in the temperature.
One man walks into a rather nice looking club of sorts.
He seems a little unsure of where he is as this is not his turf at all but a meeting is a meeting and the commission picked it, when they say you meet, you meet when and where they say you meet.
Just off of a 10 year bit on gun running charge this man is looking around the room astounded by much of what he sees.
Electronic devices that hold music by the truckload, the fact that computers are everywhere, at first it seems like the scene might be too much for him.
As he stands stupified for a moment looking this place over from over the top of his sunglasses.
After pushing his sunglasses back up and straightening his tie he goes looking for an employee, his hands curved in a "C" kind of shape.

Suddenly he finds someone that directs him to the managers office and he walks in, pulling his hat off and holding it over his stomach as he talks.
"Excuse me, myself and several associates will need a private room for the evening and we're going to need your best wait staff.
Now we'll pay for all of this and I have the briefcase here to back up what I say.
All you have to do is agree."
The manager looks him over warily and replies.
"I'm sorry sir I don't think we can..."
Now the man who entered the room holds up a black gloved hand and as the manager stops speaking his says straightening the sleeves on his pin striped suit.
"My name is Jimmy, Jimmy Massera and I know at first you didn't understand but I'm going to say this again.
I have a briefcase full of money to pay for what we get and all you have to do is agree.
You see the people that want me to work for them are not the kind of people that take "No" for an answer.
So...."
He then smiles and lays the briefcase on the manager's desk, opening it and turning it to him he says plainly.
"are we in business?
I've got to tell you it won't be me that you'll have to deal with they'll be other people that come here, worse people than me.
They'll be here tonight and they won't care about you or anyone in this place.
Now that's 10 grand in that case, your choice my friend."
With that the manager put a call to one of the hosts to come in.
"You are to take Mr. Massera upstairs where you and a few others will take care of him and his associates for the night.
Make sure no one else goes up there for any reason."

With that Jimmy pushed his sunglasses back up with his index finger and reached over to shake the manager's hand.
"Thank you sir now just enjoy that money huh?"
With that he followed the host upstairs and after being shown to his table he flopped a roll of 100 dollar bills into the man's top pocket.
He then said smiling.
"Now remember if you keep up that kind of service I'll make sure you walk out with those kinds of tips.
You got me kid?"
The host nodded respectfully and started to walk downstairs to gather more wait staff.
Jimmy had been there only a few minutes when one by one the bosses of some of the most infamous organizations began to file into the upstairs room.
Tommy "no nose" with the Scalera family, Vladimir "The Ice Pick" with the russian mob, "Chairman" Chan from the triads, called that because no one had ever heard his first name before.
These were just a few of the many to gather in the make shift conference room.
Within moments the air was thick with cigar smoke, and the scent of expensive wine, booze, what have you.
In the midst of this chaos sat Jimmy, now most wouldn't know why he was there, for that matter neither did Jimmy really.
He just knew he was there with the bosses, the hitmen, and the thugs.
For now no one was trying to pop him so he decided just to ride out the evening and see what happened.

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It wasn't a normal thing for Ginger to appear on TV for political interviews, but seeing as how she had joined with her older sisters to help promote her fathers version of "Get Out The Vote", the three had been asked to appear on multiple late-night news programs. For tonight, they chose Gretawire.

The show started at 10pm EST, but the sisters - who all were wearing jean pants with Red "Get Out The Vote" t-shirts - wouldn't go on until 10:37pm.



"You can speak first!" Jenna said to Ginger.
"Why me?"
"Yeah, what her!?" Maria would snap, before Jenna even had a chance to respond.

The two older girls would go back and forth for nearly seven minutes, over who should speak first....but go figure, when the interview begun, it was Ginger who took the lead;


"The Cagglianos are known for being very involved and hands on with the public, and this years campaign is no different. His three daughters, Maria, Jenna, and Ginger, are hitting the streets this week to begin their fathers Get Out The Vote campaign, and they've joined me from New York tonight to talk with us about it. Ladies, welcome."

"Thank you Greta" said Ginger, and her sisters quickly followed suit.
"Your welcome. So um, this isn't your first time doing this is it? I mean, unlike Huntsmans girls you three were out there for your father last time right? So what makes you guys so interested in getting out the youth vote? And what do you say to those here in Washington, and there where you are, who worry about fraud in some of these GOTV campaigns??"

The three women all smiled, before Ginger began to speak.
"Well first, thanks again for having us on Greta! And no, this isn't our first time with the GOTV campaign. I participated with it a bit back in 04' while my sisters ran it, and then for 08' all three of us ran it together - much like this year. We're so invested in the GOTV campaign because we think it's very important that people exercise their right to choose who they want in office. If Iraq can have a 94% turn out for their first elections, with war erupting all around them, what's our excuse? And to the people who complain about Corruption, we get it. We're no ACORN. My father is a Republican turned Independent....who never has, and still doesn't, beleive in using thug-like organizations, sponsored by secretive so-called philanthropist with special interest in the mind, to "Get Out The Vote".....unlike some of my fathers challengers. "


The three girls would jar back and forth with Great for nearly ten minutes, before saying their goodbyes.





"I hope i got that right......" Ginger whispered, as the three walked out of the FOX News studio in downtown Manhattan.
"What?" asked Jenna.
"That 94% thing......i know it was in the 90's, but i'm not sure if it was 94, or 96!"

Her sisters shrugged, before climbing into the black Limousine.....where two bodyguards sat waiting.


The ride was mostly silent, as the two older girls sent texts on their phones, and Ginger stared aimlessly out the tinted windows. But as they came closer to Gracie Mansion, Jenna suddenly told the driver to turn around and head back towards the Flatiron District.
"Flatiron? Why the heck are we going there??"
"Spinelli's Lounge! My baby's there, we're going to go pick him up."

Maria sighed, but Ginger perked up. "Oh wow, Spinelli's!? I've heard about that place, it looks so awesome! We should go in!!"
Both her sisters rolled their eyes and protested. "Come onnnn, why not!?"
"You really want us to go to some wild night club after appearing on TV!? That interview was a big blaring signal that we were at FOX News Studios.......they're probably a handful of vultures following behind us to see what we do next. I much rather them see us pick up and rop off my fiance, vs. them following us INSIDE Spinelli's."

Ginger sighed. She knew her sister was right, especially since the lounge had a reputation for "unpredictable clientele" But she still couldn't help but wanna go.




Almost twenty minutes later, they pulled up outside of Spinelli's Lunge, and were greeted by Kyle - Jenna's Fiance - and his brother, Mark.
"Hey babe! And Maria.....Ginger. You three wanna come in for a few drinks!?" he asked, and Ginger jumped at the opportunity.
"Sure!" she beamed, before opening up her door and jotting around the front of the limo to meet Kyle.
She'd pull off her t-shirt, to reveal a simple black tank, and then throw it into the open window where her sister still sat. "Come on Jenna! Don't be a sour puss, it's just a few drinks, it won't take that damn long!"

"Fine...." Jenna muttered, before stepping out of the limo - followed by Maria, who had pulled off her t-shirt like Ginger, to reveal a plain white tank.
Maria was slightly more pumped, but the only one completely un-bothered by the prospect of the Media following them inside, was Ginger.











Kyle had earlier reserved a space for him and his brother to sit in one of the lounge areas on the bottom floor - in front of the main bar, so the girls simply followed him to it.
The song playing in the public areas was Septembers "Cry For You", and Ginger couldn't help but move a bit to beat, as she made her way to one of the two leather seats across the ways from a matching couch - with the bodyguards in tow behind them. However she wouldn't stay there long.......

Once Jenna began to dance with her fiance, and Maria with Mark, Ginger made her way up to the bar......with a body guard almost directly behind her.......something that caused her to turn around before she sat. "Hey, you think you can like.....wait by the end of the bar or something? You'll bring more attention to me by A) standing behind me as i set. and B) looking like you want to kill anyone who even looks at me....you know!??"
"But Ms. Caggliano-"
"I know i know, it's your job, blah blah blah.....just down to the end of the bar, you can still see me there, right?"

After a few pouts from Ginger, the large man relented, and finally agreed to sit - not stand - five seats down from her.


Ginger smiled gleefully, and then took her seat.
On one side, sat a young blonde couple, and on the other, sat a row of empty seats. Even though it was a weeknight, and there were others bars, and gaming activities in the lounge, to find more than two empty seats was a bit rare.

"Can i....help you?" asked a man behind the counter, who suddenly began to grin halfway through his question.
"Sure, can i have a Long Island Iced Tea?"
The man nodded his head, and asked for her ID. She declined the offer to start up a tab, and instead had him swipe her card just once, before handing it back to her.
"I don't wanna be a snoop, but i thought you looked familiar....and then the name on that card said-"
Ginger cut the mans excited whisper off. "Yes, i'm who you think i am.......but don't tell anybody, mmkay? It could cause a riot!" she joked in a whisper, causing the already smiling bartender to laugh a bit as he stood back some and nodded his head "Sure thing miss!" he said, before turning to greet a new arrival at the bar.

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After quite a few handshakes and more than one person shouting to the top of their lungs "Hey Jimmy the Saint!"
Jimmy awaited one talk with the boss of bosses, also the man who payed the most handsomely, Joe "Fat Joe" Generro.
After seeing Jimmy waiting patiently for some time he waved him over.
Now anything Joe ever said to anyone was always in their ear because when Joe talked he wanted only the person he was talking to, to hear what he was saying.
Even though he might be just talking generally, to Joe every conversation was a private conversation.
He shook Jimmy's hand firmly and pulled him by his wrist to indicate for him to come closer.
As Jimmy leaned in Joe asked him plainly to "Leave the room it was time for the families to conduct business."
He then handed him a brown folder filled with cash and told him to consider it compensation for his time inside.

Jimmy put the folder in the inside pocket of his suit, shook the don's hand once more, and walked down the stairs his hands in the pockets of his pants.
As he approached the bar he happened to look over and notice this big guy, really big guy, had a look on his face like a lot of guys do in the joint.
Trying to be hard and look right through someone but anyone could tell he was no con.
He wreaked of the scents of the city's elite, all of which could be bought if you had the right amount of cash or knew where to get them to make it hurt.
After a short staring match with the large man Jimmy continued along his way.
About four seats down however..Jimmy suddenly stopped in his tracks, dead in his tracks.
He pulled down his sunglasses for moment and looked over the top of them at the woman seated at the bar.
His brown eyes taking all of her in slowly as he looked her over up and down.
With his index finger he pushed them back up and took in a deep sigh shaking his head as he said to himself
"Whoah if there's very many finer I'd say God kept them for himself."
He straightened his tie once more and put his hands right back in his pockets before walking forward with a confident walk.
As he approached he walked past her but stood at the bar right beside of her on her left side.
He then leaned on his right arm as he motioned for the bartender with his left index finger.
"I need a scotch huh?
Don't put any ice in it and I'll fix you up right kid."

After the bartender arrived with his drink Jimmy pulled him forward and slipped $100 in the front pocket of his shirt.
He then took a short sip of his drink before continuing.
"See this lady beside me?
You make sure she gets her fill of what she wants to drink, put it on my tab Jimmy Massera, and I'll make sure you get more tips like that. Capiche?"
The man nodded happily and started to walk away when he turned back.
"Hold on... you're Jimmy the Saint?
In our club?!
You've got to be kidding me!
Mr...."
Jimmy interrupted smiling softly as he said
"The name's Jimmy not mister nothing.
Here take this and shhh ok?"
With that he pulled out a black pen with a gold cap and signed a napkin with his name written rather neatly.
The man swept up the napkin and walked off to tend his other duties and as he did Jimmy took a seat beside of Ginger saying plainly with a tip of his hat.
"Good evening miss I eh... I know this is going to sound like a line and all but eh... is this seat taken?"

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Ginger was more into the music playing, and barely paid attention when a man walked up and ordered a scotch. However that quickly changed when she caught a glimpse of him slipping a hundred dollar bill into the shirt pocket of the young bartender.

"Hmm, someone has big money...." she thought to herself, as she sipped her drink.


"See this lady beside me? You make sure she gets her fill of what she wants to drink, put it on my tab Jimmy Massera, and I'll make sure you get more tips like that. Capiche?"

Ginger couldn't help but grin as the man told the bartender he'd being paying for the rest of her drinks, but behind the grin, she started to wonder; "Massera, where have i heard that name before!?"
Sadly she couldn't place it, even after the man behind the counter yelled out "Jimmy the Saint" with glee - something she hoped she'd remember to google later.


"Good evening miss. I eh, know this is going to sound like a line and all but.... is this seat taken?" said the man Ginger now knew as Johnny, after he took a seat beside her.
Ginger smiled, and responded with; "Not that i know of....", before ordering another drink, and then crossing her legs and turning slightly in her chair to face him better.

"I'm Ginger." she said, as she held out her hand. "Massera sounds a bit familiar, you wouldn't happen to be famous would you?" she joked, while in the back of her head seriously considering the notion.

Jimmy wouldn't be able to answer or shake her hand though, before Ginger noticed her sisters and company speed walking towards her.

"What's up?" she called out to them.
"Come on, we've gotta go!" said Jenna, as she walked up to her - giving Jimmy a simple nod of acknowledgment, before looking back down at her sister
"Why!?"
"I'll tell you in the car, now come on!"
Her sister didn't give her much of a chance to protest, as she grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of her seat.
Ginger resisted her tug long enough though to turn towards Jimmy and tell him; "Sorry. I appreciate the drink though."........before being pulled out the Lounges front doors.





"What the HELL was that all about!!" Ginger yelled, after being shoved into the limousine.
"Look, i'm sorry for ruining your little date, but-" Jenna was cut off.
"-It wasn't a date, i didn't even know the guy! Hell, i couldn't get a word out of him before you went psycho on me!"
"Whatever Ginger, like i was saying.....i'm sorry, but someone started taking pictures on their phone, and i figured it was better we leave, asap, ya know?"
Ginger sighed, and crossed her arms under her bust. "Yeah yeah......well did they get anything good?" she joked, but her face suddenly grew more serious when she noticed her sisters staring at each other, and then Kyle & Mark, rather guiltily.
"Oh gees, what happened?"
"It was nothing...."
"My ass it was nothing. But fine, don't tell me, and see if i tell you something the next time you ask!"


The group was silent for the next half hour, until the car pulled into Gracie Mansion - the official resident of the Mayor....but seeing as how Bloomberg never stayed in the house, it had been the Cagglianos residence for the last several years.


"Just so you know, all they got was a shot of me and Mark dancing." Maria suddenly muttered out of the blue.....and within seconds, Ginger began to snicker.
"Seriously!? THAT'S why you ruined my evening? What bullshit......there's no harm in you two dancing!"
"I'm married."
"Yeah, and he's gayer than Ru Paul!"
Mark and Kyle burst out into laughter, and Jenna grinned from ear to ear.......but Maria remained damn near stoned-face..
"Well i'm glad you four find this so funny, but i'm sure that damn photo doesn't come with a caption "HE'S JUST MY GAY FRIEND!" So if you excuse me, i need to go find my husband and explain things now, before some news report does!"

Maria hopped out of the now stationary car, and jogged inside the house.
Only family could stay at the mansion, by law, so Ginger would step out and follow Maria inside, while Jenna stayed behind to say goodbye to her fiance - who would be driven back to his brownstone.





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Once arriving in her room, Ginger quickly stripped out of her clothing and into a pair of grey bikini-styled bottoms - which were barely covered up by a matching tank.

Within only a minute or two of her head hitting her pillows, Ginger was out.




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Several hours later, Ginger was awoken by loud voices down the hall. The clock beside her bed read 8:05am, so it was more likely than not, that the voices were from family members, and not staff workers - who usually arrive after nine. Which is why after a few minutes of complaining under her breath, Ginger slipped out from underneath her covers, and made her way down the hall barefoot.


"Whose bright idea was it to even go in there Ria!??" she heard Mateo - Marias husband - complain out loud, as Antonio, and Maria stood beside him in front of the living rooms flat-screen TV.

"We just wanted to have a couple of drinks, nothing more." her sister said.

"Well now when i go to this town hall later, this is all they're gonna wanna know about." Antonio complained.
The Governors face was tight and anxious....until he noticed his youngest girl slowly make her way towards them.
"Ginger, sweety," he said softly, with a small smile on his face. "You're up early."
"Oh please, i'm always up early." she said a bit groggily, before crossing her arms over her chest - to help cover the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.

"For the record Mateo, it was my idea to-"
Ginger stopped in the middle of her sentence, when she looked at the television and noticed that the cast of MSNBC's "Morning Joe" was jokingly discussing a rather intimate-looking photograph of Maria being "dipped" by Mark.

"Are you serious? Gees, anything makes news now a days." she muttered, before falling down on the couch.

"This was your idea Ginger!?" Mateo snapped. "Nice going!"

"Hey! Watch your fucking tone!" Antonio yelled. Maria quickly stepped in-between her husband and her father, before Ginger spoke out.

"Daddy calm down, it's fine."
"No it's not!"

Luckily situation was defused a bit when Antonios phone rang, and he had to step away from the group.


"Look i'm sorry, but that really wasn't a bright idea Ging. Don't you know who goes in there? It's not just young party animals, or big names from the village.....mobsters, high class call girls and their pimps, they all go into that-"
Ginger stood up and cut Mateo off.
"You just forgot the lions, tigers, and bears.....oh my!"
"I'm not joking."

"I can tell." she muttered back, before a small smile appeared on her face. "I'm sorry too. I just wanted to do something different, and have a little fun with my sisters....ya know? And politicians ARE regulars at Spinellis, thank you very much."

Mateo smiled in return. "I know, but not the ones who are running in a tough reelection like your father. And anyways, there are always other places you can go to have fun. Like the Polish Tea Room, or Kimmies."


Ginger would nod her head as if she agreed, but in reality she was rather bored of the posh elitist hangouts Mateo had mentioned.
"Well i'm gonna go shower.......you and Jenna just make sure you're ready to leave in two hours!" she'd say to her older sister, before turning and making her way back down the hall, and towards her room.


Once the door was shut - and locked - she'd lazily take off her sleepwear, and meander into the bathroom......where she'd let the shower run for nearly five minutes, before getting in.





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Only three hours later, and the girls were set up in Times Square for an event that would be covered by multiple local and national stations - some, like CSPAN, shooting live, while most others were simply recording for later broadcasts.


It was 10:30 in the morning, and abnormally hot for a Saturday in May. So Ginger was dressed in a pair of white hipster shorts, along with the same red "GOTV" t-shirt she had worn on Greta's "On The Record" the previous night.




For the next two hours the three girls, and the thirty or so 18-22 year old volunteers, would go up to random people around the area and ask if they were registered. A lot were tourist, but a lot were also locals......and by the end of the event they were able to register, or re-register, nearly 212 people.



"Ginger! Ginger, Hi, i'm Tina Mercury from Eyewitness News. We'll be live in 30 seconds, can we talk to you?" a woman asked, as the event winded down.
"Sure....as long as it's solely about the GOTV drive."
"Yes, no problem!"


Tina was true to her word, and the two would spend five minutes going over the results of the drive - not her sisters picture with Mark.
Ginger would also manage to get out her fathers campaign website, before the interview ended.


It was 12:47pm, and the girls were starving.......but they'd slave away in the sun for over an hour to clean up the area they had occupied in Time Square, before piling into their cars and heading back home.






Once at Gracie Mansion, it took only thirty minutes or so before Ginger - who had changed intoa white summer dress, with matching 4-inch heels - was bored. And even though her family wanted to stay in for the rest of the day to avoid the media, Ginger wanted to breath.......so when everyone else seem preoccupied, the clever young woman slipped on a pair of large designer sunglasses, tied her hair up in a messy bun, and then found an off duty driver - who she talked into driving one of the limousine out and around the block, as a cover for her departure.


Luckily, their little plan seemed to work.......since after the car pulled out and around the block, Ginger could spot the few reporters across the way from the mansion hail taxis to follow behind it - giving her the perfect opportunity to run out and hail a taxi of her own.



Once in the backseat, she'd tell the driver to take her to the Theatre District.




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"Thanks" Ginger said to the driver, as she pulled a fifty out of her large plaid purse and told the man to keep the change.

As she stepped onto the side walk, she was directly in front of Spinellis.
She wanted to go inside.......order a drink, and have a little lunch. But instead, she simply stared inside the window for a minute, before turning around back towards the street.
She now had to sit and wait for traffic to be stopped up the road, so she could cross the street and head into "Kimmies" for something to eat.


"I swear i hate that place....." she whispered to herself, as she stared at the "Kimmies" sign across the street.
Half of her hoped the traffic never came to a stop......so she'd have a legitimate reason to wander into Spinellis, instead of Kimmies.

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"I'm Ginger." accompanied by "Massera sounds a bit familiar, you wouldn't happen to be famous would you?" Were the first words he really heard. The first phrase from her mouth escaped his notice as his asking her seemed more a pretentious formality to him rather than a sincere question.
He was in the middle of his reply, raising his hand slightly off the counter as he spoke when she was suddenly whisked away by what Jimmy could only assume were friends of hers.
He had all but figured her gone and took a sip from his drink, afterwards he pulled a cigarette from a sterling silver case.
Tapping the butt of it on the case, he had just popped the cylinder in his mouth when she returned stating "Sorry. I appreciate the drink though."
He gave a quick and silent nod in her direction but he figured she never saw it as she seemed to turn away so quickly.
After a quick shrug of his shoulders he smirked wickedly before saying a bit louder than intended.
"Famous... yeah you could say that."
As he picked up his drink he was tapped on the shoulder and with a quick turn of his head he noticed an old friend of his.

The man greeted him with a warm smile and said cracking his knuckles.
"Jimmy boy-o! How have ya been?!"
Jimmy looked him over sorting his face from the hundreds he knew in the city but it wasn't the face that gave him away.
It was his voice."
Jimmy shook his hand firmly, his eyes widening as he looked at him from the stool saying
"Well I'll be damned!
Sean Rourke what the hell are you doing here huh?
Last I knew you were headed for the can in Ireland."
Sean laughed and countered quickly with
"Jimmy lad ya should never discount Irish tenacity.
Anyway... enough small talk..." he then paused and whispered in Jimmy's ear.
"I've got a job for ya lad.
I got me boat ticket here from a group of lads what said they needed a bit of muscle ta get a lad ta pay what has been stiffing them for a while.
He's inta them for 10k, they need the help, and I figure you more than anyone could use the work.
I got me ticket for free but your end is still 10% up front and another 10 when the job is over."
Jimmy rubbed his chin thoughtfully a moment.
"Rourke 2 grand aint much in the grand scheme of things.
I can make that rolling people not paying their debts in Hell's Kitchen.
You gotta have something more for me than that huh?"
Sean then sighed heavily and drug his fingers across his forehead.
"Fine, fine.. they'll have some weight they'll need moved in a few days.
The stuff is worth 1 mil easy my end is 20% of that.
I need a gunman for the job, take it and I'll split what I get with ya even."
Jimmy watched his face carefully now.
His eyes studying Sean's carefully as he replied with a slow nod.
"100k for me huh?
Still not much but it beats the nothing I've got going now.
Set it up with your friends in the IRA but I'm warning you.
I don't run drugs, I don't mind guns or any of that but I don't do drugs."
His mood then lightened as he said smiling.
"Now get out of here and I'll meet you in the morning.
Get me a name, and an address, I'll take care of the rest."

The rest of his night was spent dodging reporters and waiting to talk to "Fat Joe".
The meeting never happened and instead Jimmy waited on the conference to break up.
It was 2 am now, his cigarette case had long since been empty and his fortitude to keep himself awake was waning.
Finally the bosses emerged, smoking cigars as they stumbled down the stairs.
As they walked to the door Jimmy caught a glimpse of and walked toward Joe.
Joe noticing him waved him forward and with a fatherly arm flopped over Jimmy's shoulder he began to whisper.
"Jimmy I need you to come back here tomorrow.
The asshole that runs this place assured me there'd be no reporters and as you know they're all over this joint.
That's not so bad but they stuck their noses in the conference.
Making a lot of people nervous.
The reporter that tried to snap pictures of us I've promised an interview to.
Down here tomorrow I want you to meet him.
Teach him a lesson Jimmy, don't kill him, just teach him why when we say no we mean just that."
Jimmy nodded and was soon handed a yellow envelope filled with $5,000 cash.
"I know it's not much kid but I need the job and I know you won't give me trouble right?"
What could he say really?
When "Joe the Boss" gives you a task you have two options.
The first is to do as you're told and be compensated, the second is to wind up wearing concrete shoes in a river somewhere.
Or get laid in the foundation of the next building he decided to put up.
Soon after Jimmy hopped into [img=http://wallpapersgallery.net/d/1212277-1/AC-Cobra-Shelby-1890-7.jpg] his car[/img].
After a short ride he found his upscale apartment to crash in.

The next day he rolled out of bed at 10 am.
A message was waiting for him on his phone from Sean.
"Jimmy where the hell are ya?"
The second was "Jimmy get over here lad we've got that thing ta do eh?"
The third and final message consisted of a disgusted tone coupled with the following words.
"It's ta late ta get that thing now ya miserable, ugly monkey.
When ya finally peel ya backside from your pillow call me ya lazy sod."
With his right hand, Jimmy drug it down his face pulling on his eye stretching it a bit as his fingers ran through his hair.
He was in fact feeling the hair of the dog from all the drinking the night before but not as bad as it could have been.
Most people would question how Sean knew their number or found them so quickly but Jimmy knew the tricks and he knew that any information you wanted was available when you wanted it for the right price.
As he went to return Sean's call his phone rang, this time it was Joe.
"Jimmy you've got two hours kid.
Clean up and get to Spinellis."
Jimmy's only response was "Yes sir."
With that he was up from his black, leather couch.
And into his shower, leaving clothes from the night before in his wake.
Today's ensemble would consist of a white suit and pants.
With brown dress shoes and a white fedora hat with a black hat band.
Held in place by a black leather belt and black silk tie.

After a thorough shave and cleaning of his apartment he strolled to his car and rode back toward Spinellis.
It was now 11:30 and Jimmy walked straight into the club like he owned the place.
As he passed the bar he noticed a female in a white GOTV t-shirt with a black eye.
Jimmy stopped in his tracks because while he did not know her this sort of thing always made him angry.
His only words were "Who did this?"
Her only response was about a man, a well dressed, very rich man.
Jimmy said angrily "Where is he?"
She then pointed upstairs to the room he and his friends occupied the night before.
He then took her by her arm practically dragging her up there as he said with a growl in his voice.
"Point him out."
The girl shook her head and this time Jimmy shouted, making the room fall silent.
"Point him out!!!"
Her finger shakily pointed to a man in a white shirt and red tie sitting at the head of the table in the private room.
Jimmy didn't hesitate he walked over to the man and grabbed him by his throat forcing the man up from his chair.
As he shoved him against the wall he said between his teeth to him.
"You see that girl there?
You touch her again or any other woman in this city and I find out about it... I swear I'll wedge a shotgun in your ass and blow that shit you call brains all over the wall.
Now you're going to take you and your friends and get out of here.
Or I can send you through that window.
Make your play."
With that he let the man go and very promptly he and his friends left the club quickly.

Jimmy then walked downstairs as now it was reaching lunch time and close to time for the reporter to arrive.
He stood outside the club once more smoking a cigarette in his suit with black John Lennon style sunglasses on.
He proved however to be late.
Showing up at about 12:45 pm.
As he stepped out of the car Jimmy waved him into a side alley.
The reporter started to open his mouth when Jimmy pinned him against the wall.
"Look you've got pictures of a meeting that took place last night.
I want them, I know you have them with you and if I don't get them I'm going to break your toes one by one with the butt of my pistol.
Now that's going to do two things.
The first is it's really going to make me angry as my suit is going to get bloody and the second it's going to leave you without being able to stalk people to get their pictures for a while.
Now we can make a deal though.
I'll give you 2 grand for the pictures you took and me and my friends will leave you alone.
This is not up for negotiation and you've got 2 seconds to answer."
The man nodded firmly and with a quick trip to his car handed Jimmy over the envelope.
After a long talk about how the mafia did no longer exist he finally let the man go and walked out toward the front of the building where low and behold... the girl from last night?
He then muttered under his breath as he walked toward her taking in a shot of breath spray.
"You gotta be kidding me."
His hands were in his pockets as he walked over to her, taking long strides to his step.
All this time he was thinking of how to approach her without coming off like a despot of some kind.
With a cool smile he stood beside of her and after waiting for her to notice his presence he said with a smile.
"Hi.. I'm sure you don't remember me but... I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Massera. We..."
He paused and stifled a laugh as he continued.
"We almost met in Spinellis last night."

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Ginger sighed quietly to herself, and restrained from rolling her eyes, when she heard someone beside her say; "Hi.. I'm sure you don't remember me but..."
However, when he went on to mention his name, she perked up a bit and quickly turned from facing the traffic, to facing the now familiar face.
"Massera...." she whispered under her breath, before he continued."We almost met in Spinellis last night."

Ginger smiled. "That we did."
She'd slide her sunglasses down on her nose a bit, before continuing. "I'm a bit surprised you recognize me though. What gave it away?" she asked w/ a smile, as her right hand casually made its way to her hip, and her left held on to her bag.




Before another word could be said, a short pudgy man behind her softly grabbed her right arm and turned her towards him. "Need a taxi? Need a ride? I-i can take ya sweet heart, half the price, right in my car here!"

Annoyed as hell, Ginger snatched her arm back and stared daggers at the man. "No thank you! And don't ever touch me like that again, or -"
The man would cut her off, "Come on babe, we'll go out to eat somewhere around here, and then i can take you anywhere you wanna go! It'll be sweet baby doll!"

With little thought, Ginger suddenly grabbed Jimmys arm and again shot a sharp stare at the man. "WE'RE going across the street, thank you very much. So you can take your broke down taxi and shove it up your ass - baby!"

The light at the corner finally turned red at the perfect time, giving her an opportunity to drag Jimmy across the street towards "Kimmies".




"Um, sorry about that." she said nervously as she let go of Jimmys arm - realizing that she had just grabbed a man she didn't know from a hole in the wall. "I just, well, i guess i thought he'd leave me alone if he thought i was walking with you, instead of by myself. But i suppose it was a bit rude of me to pull ya over here like that."

Ginger smiled and pulled her long thick hair out of the bun it was in, and ran her hand through it a few times.
"Sooo," she began, as she walked over to "Kimmies" front door.
"I'm gonna get something to eat in here, wanna join me? I do beleive i owe you a drink."

Ginger smirked, before walking inside without an answer. The window beside the front door was rather expansive, and open......so Jimmy would clearly be able to see what table she walked to if he chose to follow her in. She wasn't sure if he would, and also wasn't sure if she wanted him to. Why she'd tease a stranger was lost on her....but one thing she was fully aware of, was her enjoyment of it all.


"Afternoon." she said to the waitress who walked up to her booth seconds after she sat down.
"A pitcher of water, and a pot of coffee please. And um, do you guys have cheese fries in here?"
The waitress almost looked appalled at her question, and insisted that they didn't serve things "that low brow and unhealthy".
Ginger sighed, and ordered a plate of lightly-salted potato skins instead.

She couldn't help but stick her tongue out like a little girl at the back of the stuffy woman as she walked away. Ginger hated Kimmies, but also knew it was one of the places she could take her glasses off in, and not be harassed, seeing as how reporters weren't aloud in, and her booth was all the way in the back.
Besides, most reporters wouldn't even bother to follow her into Kimmies, seeing as how the clientele here was far less diverse, and interesting, than the clientele that came in and out of Spinellis.

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The presence of the man standing there served to aggravate Jimmy and had he not been trying to scare her he would've gladly dealt with the man himself, instead he placed a phone call using his cell.
"Sean there's a cabbie down here by Spinellis I need him picked up, not whacked, just picked up and intimidated a bit.
You and Sammy the bull should be able to handle it.
Again don't whack him just advise him of how to treat women and how if he ever tries to man handle another woman in this city.
The next few meals of his life will be through a feeding tube.
Then rough him up a little bit, dump him in an alley by Spinellis, and advise him that if he sees the woman this visit is all about he'll want to be on the other side of the city from her as quickly as possible.
In truth he'd probably do better to leave the city if he knows what's good for him."
Without awaiting a response he flipped the phone shut and walked inside Kimmies, straightening the sleeves on his suit as he walked through the door.

After seeing her in the back of the room he took off his sunglasses and folded the frames shut, placing them in the inner pocket of his jacket.
Walking through the restaurant he kept casting a watchful eye to the man that had just tried to harass Ginger.
Upon reaching her table his footsteps trailed to a stop.
He was now standing in front of her, his fingers spread and the tips of his fingers he made touch twice quickly as he sometimes did when he was a little nervous.
With some more fidgeting of his hand he cleared his throat and laid the fingers of his left hand over the top of the index finger on his right, his left thumb pressing into the palm of the same hand.
Gently he slid his left hand up and down his right index finger as he said.
"You know that's.... that's quite a grip you have there."
His face then broke into a tooth filled smile as he looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Oh and please don't worry about the situation across the street.
I'm just happy to be there to help."
With that he took off his hat and sat down in the seat in front and opposite her.
Laying the hat on the table in front of him he pushed his hair back into it's usual slicked back style.
"Outside you wanted to know what gave you away... it was the smell of whatever that is you put in your hair.
It's... intoxicating to say the very least and makes your hair shine in a way that would make most women jealous and makes grown men drool.
Sorry for the delay by the way I uh... I had to make a business call out there and didn't see the need in boring you with it.
I...well some friends of mine called me just as I was turning to walk in and we had a few words."

In attempt to keep from fidgeting with his hands further he laced his fingers in front of him.
And with one elbow on the table on either side of his hat, he rested his chin in his thumbs and smiled once more.
"My last two introductions haven't gone very well with you I'm afraid but I don't see anything else in the way.
No creepy men, no background people, not even a..."
With those words his phone rang and he sighed deeply as he pulled it from his jacket, shaking his head he said with an embarrassed smile.
"I'm really sorry about this hold on huh?"
His next words were into the flipped open phone.
"Yeah?
No, no just do as I told you.
What do you mean you're not sure about what I'm talking about?
Listen the waste pick up is right outside Spinellis.
Yeah...yeah that's it.
You'll know it when you see it.
Fine don't partner with him then get Mike.
I know you don't like working with him but come on.
Look Sean you have your choices, find a guy and do it please.
Yeah, yeah we'll talk about that later.
Sean you're cramping my style here.
I know you're enjoying this but I'm not.
Don't make me hang up on you.
You're worse than my mother I swear.
Listen I need to go.
Because I'm being incredibly rude to a very beautiful woman.
Yeah... yeah, well you'd be able to find one of your own if you weren't talking to me.
Sean, I'm hanging up now.
Yeah...good.. no I am not introducing you to her.
That's it Sean...goodbye!"

With the last words he flipped the phone shut and turned off the ringer.
With another even more embarrassed smile he looked directly into her eyes his brown eyes studying hers intentfully.
"I'm really sorry about that, some of the people I work with enjoy busting my chops a bit.
I'm really horrible with opening lines so... plus I feel the need to get this in before anything else happens.
I've been trying to do this since last night and... well it's been with limited success at best.
I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Massera and please before the world comes crashing around me could I have the pleasure of your name?"
The words no sooner came out and he sat there almost stunned he said them himself.
A pained expression crossing his face as he thought about the words he just spoke.
"Great so now you're the creepy, hair sniffing guy, that can't stay off the phone, really smooth."
This thought no sooner made it through his head than the waitress returned and after hearing him introduce himself said excitedly.
"Jimmy the Saint?!
On my shift?!
Oh I'm so sorry but I overheard and... I'm really sorry Mr. Massera is there anything I can get you?"
Jimmy just raised his hand slightly and said pointing his index finger to the table.
"Get me the check for anything she orders huh? Oh and a glass of ice water."
Make sure she gets what she wants and we're even."
She then turned on heel and could be heard all the way back to the counter.
"I don't believe it!
Jimmy the Saint...here of all places!"
Finally he was able to turn his attention back to Ginger, however the fidgeting with his hands was now intense.
A laugh of embarrassment accompanied by a slight blush making it's way across his features now followed.
"I'm begging you...before anything else happens, your name please.
This way I at least know the name of who I'm giving all these apologies to."
Within seconds of the statement a car pulled up outside of Spinellis and two men drug the creepy guy into the back seat of it.
Spinning the tires as they drove off.
Jimmy smiled a bit deviously but then shook his head after the tire spinning incident.
He knew that was Sean leaving his calling card on the scene and all signaling Jimmy to be sure they had the right guy.

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Ginger couldn't help but grin when Jimmy mentioned the scent of her hair. She'd even smell a lock of it herself, to be reminded of the "cherry blossom and rain" scent she had used earlier in the morning.


After the compliment, is when she first noticed his hands fidgeting. "Is he, nervous?" she thought, as she found herself unable to stop glancing from his face to his hands.

The conversation wouldn't advance much before his phone went off, and Ginger would sit and listen to a rather colorful discussion - giggling a bit when she heard "Because I'm being incredibly rude to a very beautiful woman." and then "...no I am not introducing you to her."




The phone call lasted only a few minutes.
"I'm really sorry about that, some of the people I work with enjoy busting my chops a bit.
I'm really horrible with opening lines so... plus I feel the need to get this in before anything else happens.
I've been trying to do this since last night and... well it's been with limited success at best.
I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Massera and please before the world comes crashing around me could I have the pleasure of your name?"


Ginger went to speak, but they were again cut off, and she couldn't help but drop her head into her hands out of frustration - as the waitress placed down the potato skins and beverages.
She'd pour herself a cup of coffee, and sip on it - as she watched the Waitress Fawn over Jimmy.
"There goes that moniker again.....Jimmy The Saint. I should google that!" she thought.



After an additional minute or so, the two were finally alone again.
"I'm begging you...before anything else happens, your name please.
This way I at least know the name of who I'm giving all these apologies to"


Ginger burst into a quiet laughter for a moment, before suddenly reaching out across the table and placing her hands over his - grasping them tight enough to stop the fidgeting.
"Seems like we attracted interruptions, hmm? Or perhaps i should say we attract interrupters.
Anyways, my name is Ginger, Ginger Caggliano, and please - stop fidgeting with your hands.....i don't bite."


She'd smirk and take her hands off of Jimmys just as the waitress came back an asked for her order - which she gave to her.
Only after the waitress took Jimmys, would Ginger throw in;
"Oh, and please, put this entire meal on our familys tab. Mr. Massera has done quite enough for me already."

The woman seemed a bit taken a back at her request, but nodded her head and confirmed Gingers last name, before walking away.

"I know gents like to pay for us girls, out of kindness and what not, but you've already bought me a drink and pretended to be me my impromptu, i don't know, walking buddy?" Ginger giggled a bit, before continuing "So i don't mind paying for the meal, it's really no big deal."

Even as she talked, his name kept rolling around in her head. It appeared as if she was just as unfamiliar to him, and he was to her, which was actually a bit hilarious if one thought about it, since both were actually quite well known around the city - hell, the country in many regards.







"So, i'm curious." Ginger would begin, once their food was placed in front of them - which consisted of a gourmet cheese burger with more potato skins, for her. "What exactly do you do? I mean i've been in this stuffy little restaurant too many times to count, and i've never seen you in here once - yet Peggy, the waitress, knew you so easily....just like that bartender. And the moniker they both used, Jimmy The Saint.....you don't strike me as a religious man"
She'd smiled warmly at him after her attempt at a little joke, before biting her into her sandwich.
Sadly though, just as she did her cellphone began to ring.

"Ah, excuse me a sec!" she said as she chewed her food, with her hand covering her mouth.
She'd wipe her hands off with a napkin before digging through her bag for her phone. However, after pulling out the Red Samsung Galaxy Note, it was obvious it was her other phone - a white blackberry used solely for work or family emergencies - that was ringing.

"Shit" she mumbled, before finally pulling out the proper phone.


"Hello!?"
"GING! Where the hell are you!?? Dads losing his mind! I thought we all agreed we were going to stay in for the day!??"
Ginger sighed, as her sister Jenna voice rang out in her ear.
"Um no, you all decided that, i said no such thing. Besides - why the hell are you calling me on this phone Jenn, this isn't an Emergency.."
"The hell it's not! Where are you!!!?"
"I'm in Time Square, doing the hula with the Naked Cowboy."
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
"Yes it is, you guys act like i'm four."
"No, YOU act like you're four. Now come home already, please."

There was a brief silence between the two, but Ginger could sense the mixture of worry and desperation in her sister voice, so she reluctantly agreed.
"Fine"
"Thank you, see ya when you get here."
"Yeah yeah, bye."
"Good b-"
She'd press the "End" button on her phone, before her sister could finish her short sentence.

Ginger then placed both phones back into her bag and waved the waitress over.
"I'll need a to-go box please." she said, and the waitress nodded her head promptly, before taking her food away.


"Seems like the interrupters have reared their ugly heads again." she said to Jimmy, with a soft smile on her face. "I'm starting to wonder if some entity is trying to keep us apart on purpose." she'd joked, before sliding out of the booth and brushing the front and back of her dress off with her hands.


"Here you go Ms. Caggliano" the waitress said, as she handed her a bag with her to-go box inside of it.
"Thanks." Ginger said, an away Peggy would go again.



Even though she said it as a joke, Ginger really did wonder if all the interruptions were some kind of sign. But after a few moments she brushed it off, and dug into her bag.......until she pulled out a card - which she then slid in front of Jimmy.

"So, voting's pretty important to me," she said with a laugh, as the GOTV card with "Vote" written all over it, was left in front of him on the table.
"but that's not the only reason i gave you that card. The number on the bottom is a good way to reach me. I don't always pick up my work phone, but i always check my messages in a rather timely fashion.
We never did finish our time at Spinellis.......so perhaps if there's a next time, we can."


She'd lean down, grab his hand, and shake it softly. "Its been a pleasure, my new walking buddy."





As she walked out of the restaurant and hailed a cab, there was a smile on her face a mile wide.
"Gracie Mansion" she said to the cabbie, as she slid on her glasses and then relaxed into her seat.


"What on Earth possessed me to give my number to a man i barely know? What if he's some reporter.....my father would kill me!" she thought, even though in the back of her mind she knew why she had acted so friendly towards this Jimmy Massera.

There was something intriguing about the man, something "off the beaten path" so to say.......which she wasn't use to. In her head she knew he wasn't a reporter, and something told her he wasn't popular for spreading the word of the lord, or feeding the homeless.......but even though every reasonable bone in her body would tell her not to return his call, she knew that if he did call, and invite her out somewhere......she'd likely go.

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"So, i'm curious."... "What exactly do you do? I mean i've been in this stuffy little restaurant too many times to count, and i've never seen you in here once - yet Peggy, the waitress, knew you so easily....just like that bartender. And the moniker they both used, Jimmy The Saint.....you don't strike me as a religious man"
The words rang through his head and just as he opened his mouth to answer, her phone started to ring.
This time he looked up laughing silently in a mixture of frustration but also of some small relief.
It would be hard to explain "his business" and then to a person that was by all rights a civilian not a smart idea.
He then listened to a rather intense conversation laughing heavily at.
"I'm in Time Square, doing the hula with the Naked Cowboy."
His laughter however soon faded to his typical look as she offered apologies and started to leave.
He couldn't figure out why he just stood there speechless, why he didn't at least offer to walk her to the door.
All he knew was now he had a name a to go with the lovely face.
His fingers thumping the card as he got up and lifted his hat, placing it carefully back on his head.

The waitress approached him on his way out of the door and Jimmy handed her two one hundred dollar bills.
Along with a one dollar bill, signed with his name on it.
"You did a fine job.
The other is with my compliments huh?"
With that he walked out of the door to be greeted by Sean who was now sporting bruised knuckles and a blood stain on his clothes.
Jimmy nodded his approval and said lowly.
"Was it difficult?"
Sean replied quickly with.
"What do ya think boy-o?
I mean I got blood on me shirt ya know.
Ya owe me big for this one."
Jimmy nodded and said
"Ok, ok now about that job..."
Sean produced a piece of paper with a name and address on it and said smiling.
"Did ya get any other names taday Jimmy boy?"
Jimmy just smirked and pushed him away.
"Wouldn't you like to know?
I'll go handle this other thing for you.
Keep what was promised to me as payment for the garbage pick up earlier."

Sean then smiled and started to turn on heel as Jimmy shouted.
"Hey do you still know that florist in Queens?"
Sean nodded firmly and raised an eyebrow slightly as he said.
"Aww thank ya for thinking of me lad but I'm not that kind of boy eh?"
Jimmy shook his head in a semi-irritated manner and replied.
"They're not for you, now get out of here...oh and tell that florist I'm coming huh?"
Sean laughed and countered with.
"Should I give her a name and address what ta be sending her flowers ta?"
Jimmy then said irritated.
"No you're not getting either of those and no you can't deliver them either.
Now get outta here."

With that Sean walked off laughing and Jimmy got back in his car and followed the directions to the man's house.
He didn't move a muscle just sat in the car with his hands on the wheel waiting for hours.
By nightfall the man finally came home.
Stepping out of his car the man was wearing a suit and tie, lived in a relatively nice looking neighborhood, why would he be stiffing the NRA?
No... something about that story isn't right and not just the start of it either.
He figured Sean to just be following orders but still...this guy?
He looked like Ward Cleaver!
Jimmy, after breaking with his thoughts, got out of his car and strolled to the house with his arms dangling by his side.
He knocked on the door firmly and as the man's wife answered the door he turned his head and muttered.
"Ah shit."
He then stopped for a moment to think and said very matter of factly.
"I need to see your husband miss."
She then started to close the door but he stuck his foot in it as she said with a strain.
"We don't open the door for just anyone.
I suggest you go home."
Jimmy started to push against the door and she pulled it out, as he stood there stunned for a moment she slammed the door on his foot.
After he removed his now battered appendage she shouted through the door.
"Go away or we will call the police!"

Jimmy then raised his good leg and kicked the front door in shouting.
"Dan get down here!
We've got business, don't make me do this in front of your family!"
The man then walked slowly down the stairs and Jimmy stood just watching him.
All the time his wife's face screamed of hysterics, her pleads for him to "just leave" falling on deaf ears.
Dan then turned to his wife and said.
"Go on, back into the living room, it's ok."
As she started to offer a statement of resistance Jimmy stopped her.
"Listen miss you need to go in there huh?
I promise he's safe, we just have things to discuss."
With that she reluctantly turned on heel and Jimmy walked with Dan outside the now fallen door.
As they entered the front yard Jimmy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
"Listen and listen good... I don't know and don't care what you are into the IRA for but I do know it's to the tune of 10 large.
I need that money and I need it now or this is going to get ugly."
Dan shook his head and countered with
"Fu..."
Only to be cut off by Jimmy.
"Not what I wanted to hear."
With a knee to his stomach Jimmy then grabbed him by the waistband of his pants and shoved him face first into a brick wall.
He then shouted as the man laid on the ground bleeding.
"Come on how far do you want this to go huh?
I'm not going to be the last person you see.
You know that right?
The next step from here is something broken or you get green lighted.
Give me their money or I swear I'll drag you in front of your wife and tell her about your new friends.
Would you like that?
Come on let's see huh?
Maybe she'll be excited to know you're working with terrorists."

Jimmy then started dragging him along the ground by shirt toward the house.
Just inside the frame of the door he said gasping.
"Enough... I'll get them the money I just don't have it on me."
Jimmy then opened the screen door placing his hand against the railing of the staircase with his foot bearing down on all his fingers as he replied.
"Again not the answer I want to hear!
What's it gonna be?
Ah to hell with you, let's go see your wife and kids huh?"
Dan finally relented.
"Ok, ok I've got it upstairs I'll be back in a moment."
Jimmy then nodded and smiled deviously as he said.
"Of course you will don't do anything stupid huh?"
With that Dan sauntered upstairs and came back holding a bag full of money as he did so Jimmy tipped his hat and said plainly.
"It's been a pleasure doing business with you."
Within moments he was back in his car and after a stop a few blocks away he pulled to the side of the road and placed a phone call to Ginger's voice mail.
"Hi...this...this is Jimmy.
We finally met earlier today uh about that next time you talked about... I... I'd really like that.
There's this little Italian place I know of, nothing special but the food is excellent, down in Little Italy you know.
Anyway I'm sure I'm using up enough of your time so... I'll be at the same place tomorrow, around the same time maybe then I can give you my number huh?"

He then put a call into Sean.
"Listen the job is done and I have the money.
Get the florist to stay open and I'll meet you there."
With that he sped in the direction of the florist, the wind blowing through his hair and his mind racing.
"Wow could I have been more of a fruit when I called her?
You'd swear it was the first time I'd ever met a woman the way I'm going on."
Finally he arrived at the florist and sure as the world Sean was there waiting.
Jimmy handed him the money and with that Sean was gone without a word.
He then walked to the florist and said with a bright smile.
"Listen I need you to do this delivery for me tonight."
He then produced the card she gave him and the florist smiled knowingly.
"Ginger Caggliano, the mayor's daughter?
Wow you're a man with good taste."
Jimmy stood there stunned for a moment and then put $2,000 in the man's pocket.
"Listen don't pay that attention I just need you to get this there tonight.
Can you do that for me?"
The man stood even more stunned than Jimmy, his eyes coming to a mile wide.
"I'll go there, I know the area, delivered out there a few times.
Can't guarantee they'll let me in there though."
Jimmy nodded and shook the man's hand.
"Do your best huh?
And could you put on the card "From your walking buddy, a miracle from the saint."
With that he turned and walked out of the shop.
His steps were quick and purposeful as he walked to his car and drove home.

After some time had passed the florist had not only managed to put together the order but did find the mayor's place.
Stopping at the front gate he was questioned as to his intentions over an intercom.
"I have a delivery here for a miss Ginger Cag... Caggliano?
Listen this is my last delivery would you please get her for me or let me in so I can finish this?"

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Ginger did the walk of guilt into Gracie Mansion. She expected her family to be rather annoyed with her, but luckily when she arrived a meeting with several high ranking government officials - including her father & eldest brother - was occurring in the living room - meaning some rather important either went down, or was about to go down.

"Ging! Over here!!" she heard her sister call out from the library. So instead of walking into the impromptu conference room, she detoured into the side library room where her sisters, Mateo, Kyle , and her mother sat.

"Oh figlia mia*, I'm so glad you're okay!!" her mother blurted out, as she hopped up from her seat and hugged her tight. The worry in her voice completely befuddled Ginger.
"Gees ma, i'm 22, not four! I think i can manage going out an eating without a chaperone." Ginger responded with a small laugh. But the smile on her face quickly faded as she noticed the seriousness in her mothers expression.

"What's wrong?"
Valentina didn't answer her, and instead stood back a bit and then turned towards her sister, Jenna. "You didn't tell her!?" she asked in disbelieve. Jenna stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, before muttering:
"No. It wasn't something i thought i'd go into over the phone"
"Okay yous guys are scaring me, what happened??"


"There was a creditable threat against Peter and his family, and by default, dads been put on warning, But....something tells me he's fine." Jenna said, before sitting back down.


Peter Lorenzo was the Lt. Governor of New York, and him and his wive had been long time family friends, and political allies, of the Cagglianos. So it was no surprise when Antonio threw his full weight and support behind his long term friend - successfully getting him on the ballot as a running mate.


"Oh wow, where did the threat come from - do they know? And why do you say dads alright Jen?"
Jennas fiance, Kyle, got up so Ginger could sit beside her sister - with her purse beside her feet on the floor.


Jenna would go on to explain how the threat was recorded over a jailhouse phone call between a pair of Russians, with known associations to the mob...which made the threat make sense, since Antonio recently directed the NYPD to conduct a massive raid on known establishments of the Russian and Polish Mob, and a few other establishments that were owned by normal citizens, but were rumored to be conducting business when the Russians or Poles.


"Gees Jen, that only makes me feel like dad is MORE at risk than Peter."
"Well i guess you could be right, but it WAS Peter who led the media blitz after the arrest, so um, i'm thinking their gripe is with him only, at least for now."
Jenna was trying to spin the situation in a semi positive light, but no one was buying it....especially Valentina.

"Mio Dio! "For Now"? That doesn't make any of us feel any better Jenna!!" their mother blurted out, before running her hands through her hair feverishly.

"Calm down mom, i'm sure things will be just fine. Dad has the best protection in the entire state ya know!"
Ginger would say, just as her father entered the room.

"She's right" Antonio said, as an aid and guard quickly shuffled in behind him
He'd share a quick hug with his wife, before continuing;

"Well, the FBI and NYPD have suggested to us to stay in for the next 24 hours, and only go out for events of the utmost importance"





Silence would fill the room after the Governor spoke, as everyone either sighed or rolled their eyes.

The Cagglianos were not strangers to political fueled threats, and although the mob was for more worrisome then a raging letter threatening revenge from a deranged constituent, everyone in that Library knew that Antonio would likely ignore the suggestion of the police officials, since the last thing he, and quite frankly most of the family, would want to do is showcase to the Russians that some jailhouse threat is enough to cause them to run and hide like scared puppies w/ their tails in-between their legs.
No way, no how......not this administration, and not this family.





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It was now dark out, and nearly six and half hours had passed since the meeting in the library at 2pm.
Ginger had spent most of her time comforting her mother, and then watching over her young nieces and nephews, but as everyone finally began to heard into their own bedrooms, Ginger decided to do the same. But before she did, she picked her purse up from the corner, threw it over her shoulder, and meandered into her fathers office - where he was leaning back in his chair while taking park in a conference call with Lt. Governor Peter Lorenzo, Mayor Michael Bloomberg, and NYPD Chief George Rogers.......all of who he put on hold, when his daughter walked in.

"Ginger, what it is?" he asked, concern showing clearly through the hours of fatigue written all over his face.
She simply smiled at him and walked behind the desk.


"Get some rest dad, you're not a cyborg.....you have to eat, drink, AND sleep."
"I know, i know. Besides, if i wither away, who the hell are the Russians gonna gun for next after Lorenzo, eh?"
Ginger rolled her eyes as her father laughed - not a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Very funny. Shoot for 10pm to call it a wrap, you've worked long enough today."

She'd bend down and kiss her father on the cheek before walking back towards her room.
Once the door was closed, she threw her bag on her California King, and then fell down on the mattress beside it.


"I need a beer." she complained, before laughing at herself.
Ginger would lay there for only a few minutes, before finding her way into a nice warm shower.





Twenty minutes later, her hair was pinned up via a butterfly clip and a towel was all that she wore as she again flounced down on the bed. She turned the TV on to ESPN and began to watch Sportscenter.........but she wouldn't get far into it before she noticed her blackberrys screen flash on and then off, before vibrating, to remind of "New Messages". She had half the mind to ignore it, but for some reason she decided to listen to the four messages.
One was from the reporter she had spoken to in Time Square, and two others were from volunteer coordinators of her fathers GOTV campaign, but the fourth was none other than her lunch date;

"Hi...this...this is Jimmy.
We finally met earlier today uh about that next time you talked about... I... I'd really like that.
There's this little Italian place I know of, nothing special but the food is excellent, down in Little Italy you know.
Anyway I'm sure I'm using up enough of your time so... I'll be at the same place tomorrow, around the same time maybe then I can give you my number huh?"



"He actually called...." she whispered to herself, as she saved the four messages and then went back to Jimmys, and snickered a bit at; "I can give you my number"

"I already have it...." she'd say to herself, before pressing "4" for "message header"
Much to her disappointment though, the number was played back to her as "Unlisted"

"Damn, i guess i don't have it."


She'd hang up her work phone and pull her personal cell out of her bag, before laying back into the pillows.
Ginger had every intention of getting up after a few text and changing into her night clothes.....but instead, within fifteen minutes, she was out like a light.


However, as usual, she wasn't uninterrupted for long, when at 9:45pm, someone began to knock on her door. She ignored them until the person spoke, and mentioned something strange.......a floral delivery, for her.


"Say what?" Ginger asked rather groggily, as she opened the door.
The young officer repeated the fact that there was a floral delivery for her outside - as he tried desperately not to look stare too hard at the barely dressed women in front of him. As nervous as he was about being caught catching a glimpse, Ginger didn't seem to care much, and told him to take the delivery for her since she wasn't dressed at the moment.

"I-I would ma'am, b-but, he wants to make sure it's given to you."
Ginger sighed. "Well fine, bring him to the door."
"I'm sorry ma'am but with the threat, there can be no unauthorized guest. Besides, it's late, state law says-"

She'd cut him off by holding her hand up towards his face.
"Yeah yeah yeah, i know the law. Gimmie a second, okay? And i'm not a Ma'am, i'm in my twenties."

Ginger slammed the door and then dropped her towel, before walking over to her dresser, pulling out her striped strapless nightwear, and putting it on.
Anyone else in her shoes would of sent the florist on his way, and she actually considered it herself, but she wasn't a snob, and figured the man worked rather hard getting the flowers to her, so what was the harm in going down to meet him? Besides, her curiosity was peaked. So ginger slipped into a pair of flip-flops, opened her door, and then followed the officer - named Jordan Mraz - to the end of the driveway, where a group of officers stood around the lone florist.

"Evening officers - Overkill much? This looks like a Bruce Willis flick" she joked....causing a few of the rookies to laugh, before the glares of their group leaders caused them to stop.


"These must be for me......" Ginger said, as she made he way towards the man holding a bouquet of not white, but blue, Calla Lilies.
"Well you've seen me, now care to tell me who sent you? I'm curious - a late night delivery is pretty, well, odd, don't ya think?"

"It's all in the card miss, here ya go." said the young man, as he smirked and held the flowers out towards her.
"Well, okay then...."


Ginger would grab the flowers and then tip the man, before strolling back inside.
Seconds after walking through the main door, she'd wrap one arm around the large bouquet and then use her other hand, and mouth, to open the card - having very little patience when it comes to gifts.

She'd read the short inscription aloud.
"From your walking buddy, a miracle from the saint"
Within seconds of reading it, a smile crept onto her face just as she reached her bedroom door.

She usually hated flowers...."Roses always die" was quote she loved repeating, but Calla Lilies just so happened to be a favorite of hers, especially the Blue and Orange ones. So once she walked back inside her room, she'd pour marbles out of a beautiful clear vase, fill it up with water, and place the Calla Lilies inside of it.

Ginger then placed the vase on the nightstand beside her bed, and only after sliding her purse and its contents onto the floor, did she crawl under the sheets and lay down.

"Something tells me meeting you tomorrow just might be impossible...." she whispered to herself, as she stared up at the beautiful blue flowers.
"But i suppose i should be some extra effort into, he did send me Calla Lilies...and blue ones at that...."
She'd snicker softly before reaching up and turning the light off.

After only a few more minutes of TV, the room was pitch black, and within a minute, she was once again out cold.





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Ginger would wake up at 5:45 to the sound of arguing.
It sounded like her fathers usual Sunday morning meeting had started early, and was was going badly.

"Gees" she complained under her breath, as she rolled over towards her nightstand and looked up at the flowers - which looked even more stunning in the stream of sunlight that was creeping in past her closed blinds.

If it was up to her, she would of stayed in bed for a few more hours, but as the arguing got nothing but louder Ginger slipped out from the sheets and into her white 2-inch wedge flip flops.





"Governor, you can't do that!! You're putting not only yourself, but the women and men who protect you, in danger!" Bezzy, her fathers senior aid, said dramatically.
"Then fine, they don't have to come if they're afraid!" Antonio lashed back.

Officer Mraz sighed, "We're not afraid, sir. Just, being cautious."


"About what??" Ginger said through a yawn, as she pulled her hair out of its bun - revealing a long wavy mess.
"Ginger...." her father said, as he suddenly lowered his voice and walked over towards her in the living room door-frame.
"did we wake you? I'm sorry."
"It's fine dad, just don't try to skip over my question. What's going on?"

Before Antonio could answer, Bezzy - who was like a third Grandmother to Ginger and her siblings - butted in. "The news of the threat being supposedly thwarted, is all over the news.....and now all the Sunday morning shows, want your father to do an interview!"
"Well what's wrong with that?"
Antonio grinned ear-to-ear.....but Bezzy just stared at her, mouth open for a bit, before responding.
"But dear, we were told to stay inside for-"
"I thought that 24 hour thing was a suggestion, not an order. Besides, if he went out the back and used a couple decoy limos on the way, everything should be fine."

The foursome would spend several minutes debating the issue, until it became apparent that Antonio had made up his mind. The conversation then turned towards which show......
It was a toss up between The Today Show, GMA, FOX NEWS, and MSNBC.....and as the group began to discuss it, Valentina and Maria made their way into the living room, with coffee cups.


"Screw the Today Show" Ginger said, after rolling her eyes. "Matt Lauer is an incompetent douche."
"Hey! I like that guy, he was really nice when we were on before." said Valentina
"Yeah, that's called the "smile in your face but spit in your cup when your not looking" routine. GMA isn't much better. I say Fox & Friends or Morning Joe."
"Joe's an ass." said Jordan.
"No he's not! He's a cool dude, who actually tries to can the personal stuff and stick to the news - unlike Lauer!! And so is Mika. The rest of the hosts might be twats but they're not ALL that bad. But now that i think about it, they're not even on Sunday, Chris Hayes is."
"Oh god talk about a real douche, who has like 15 viewers." Jordan piped in with, before answering a page on his radio.

Chris Hayes was the one person everyone in the room agreed was a definite "No"

"I like Doocy best!" said Maria, and her their mom nodded her head.
"Doocy's hilarious, and the curvy couch is always a pleasant experience." Antonio add in.

"Well Doocy isn't on F&F on the weekend...."

The group would go on bickering for a few more minutes before deciding on both F&F and GMA. The Governor would appear live towards the end of F&F's 7'oclock block, and then do a call-in interview to GMA at the end of their show, much to the chagrin of his aides and security team.


"Well, now that that's settled i'm gonna have a quick conference call with Peter and the others before heading out." said Antonio. He'd kiss his daughters on the cheeks, and then go into his office with Valentina close on his heels.


"Well, i guess i'll go sit in my cell for the next 12 hours." Ginger joked.
"Yeah right, we all know that's crap." Maria said, as the two girls both stood up "I'm not staying in either, but i'll have my husband, my kids, and JR with me. So please, don't go all half-cock again by yourself....okay? It's just a bad idea, even without the threat."

Ginger smiled warmly, and then hugged her sister. As the two would break from their embrace, the young officer from before would walk up to them.
"U-um, if you need something, or to um, go out.....i can go with you." he suggested.
Ginger went to decline the invitation nicely, but before she could Maria answered for her.
"Oh that's a great idea!! There, we won't worry if ya have a nice young strapping officer beside you. No if ands or buts about it! Now i' gotta go....see ya!"

Slightly annoyed, Ginger watched as her sister fled down the hallway to avoid an argument.

"I, um, do you plan to go anywhere today?" Officer Mraz asked, and she sighed.
"No, probably not."

Without another word, Ginger turned around and began to walk back to her room. Jordan followed.
Once at her door she turned around.
"You know, i think i'm old enough to take my own shower and dress myself, sooooo, i think we'll part here for now kay?" she joked, and Mraz nervously nodded his head.

"Yeah, sure."











By Noon the suppose-to-be full house, was damn near empty. Outside of a small group of officers, and her twin brothers Fernando & Mario plus their tutor, the house was empty. Ginger had just gotten out of the shower minutes ago, and was now dressed in a fitted, & backless, flowery sundress that reached a few inches below mid-thigh - with huge white-rimmed circular sunglasses covering her eyes.
She'd sit on the edge of her bed and text a few old friends from school, before throwing both her phones in a black bag with studded straps, and heading down the hall and towards her brothers rooms.



"Hey, i'm gonna head into the city, you guys want anything?"
"Oh can we come?? This shit is annoying as hell!" Fernando complained, as he dropped his pencil down on his homework.
"HEY! Watch your mouth! You've got at least two more years before you can say that kind of crap."
"What the hell will two years do?" Mario asked with a smirk.
"A whole lot, so deal with it. I can't take you, i um, have a meeting of sorts......i'll bring you back something to eat though if i can, ok? Laters."


Ginger tried to reach the door without being seen, but Jordan was quickly on her tail - now dressed in plain clothes.
"Um, are we ready to go now?"
She'd smile a bit before sighing. "I guess so!"



After the half hour ride, the pair would spend another hour and a half at the GOTV headquarters a couple blocks away from Kimmies and Spinellis..
When it was finally time to leave, Ginger mentioned she wanted to go around the block for something to eat......and began to look repetitively at the clock on her phone.
She saw no way of getting around Jordan being there when she met Jimmy, but what real harm could that do. She could lie and say he was working for their campaign. But the second that thought slipped into her mind she laughed, "Yeah right, that won't work.....he doesn't strike me like some campaign water-boy.....far from it."
Ginger would laugh to herself, before following Officer Mraz around the street corner.

Kimmies was getting closer, and she began to nervously fidget with her hands, not really sure how the whole encounter was going to go down. But thankfully, when Jordan quickly jumped into a hot dog cart line a mile long, an idea popped into her head.
"Hey, i'm gonna go pick up an order in Kimmies, it's right there, i'll be fine - okay?"
"No, Ms. Ca-"
Before Jordan could say her last name, she put her hand up to his mouth and Shhsh him.
"It's right there, besides, the guy tailing us in the car there, can watch from his window and make sure nothing bad happens - okay? It's a stones throw away, i'll survive" she whispered.

Jordan looked a bit shocked when Ginger pointed out the officer that left Gracie Mansion shortly after them as a tail. But after shaking it off, he reluctantly agreed, and signal the officer in the car with a nod of the head, that everything was alright, as Ginger walked in alone.


"I hope he's here, i won't have more than five or ten minutes." she whispered as she walked up to the small bar-area.
The last thing she wanted to do was decline an invitation to Little Italy, a part of town she use to love to visit, but she didn't see any way around it.


Jimmy was nowhere in sight when she entered though, so to kill the time she pulled out her phone and began to check The Wallstreet Journal and New York times, about her father and Peter. However when the waitress from the other day spotted her, she asked about "Jimmy The Saint", which instantly reminded Ginger to google that little Moniker.......the results that came up, were the last thing she expected.




"No way, no fucking way!" she mumbled to herself "And here i went and teased Mateo for being dramatic about Spinellis clientele......but this guy, is actually rumored to converse with Mobsters? Hah! Well gee...i don't know how i feel about that" she said in a whisper barely audible to her own ears, yet alone anyone elses.
But she did know...
In the back of her head she knew even a rumored association with such criminals SHOULD cause her to run, but she couldn't help but find the guy, interesting. And if she was being honest with herself, his rumored ties to wise-guys made him even more intriguing.....and she still wanted to have that chance to actually talk him up, and see what he was all about - uninterrupted.


"Little Italy would actually be quite the place to escape to, and not be interrupted. They'd never think to look for me there first......" she thought to herself with a smile, before hoping up on a stool - hoping he'd show in the next few minutes.






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mio dio = my god

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The night ended for Jimmy with his eyes closing and quite possibly him being asleep before his head hit the pillow.
That night a dream would provide a terror before the day to come.
"Jimmy wake up! Jimmy wake UP!
Come on you're going to be late for school!"
Were the words he could hear being shouted to him from the people running the orphange he grew up in.
Jumping out of bed he put on his clothes and brushed his teeth meticulously and then walked toward the large wooden doors at the end of the hall.
A white light enveloped the room as the door opened and he was now standing on the hard, cold, grey. concrete floor of the prison he was in, in upstate New York.

His hands were cuffed in front of him and he was wearing an orange jumpsuit, his shoes obscured by the grey blanket he was holding in his hands.
Shoving him through the door with both hands stood a rather large guard who sneered evilly as he said.
"Come on Massera, this way pretty boy."
His ankles which were also shackled caused him to shuffle his feet along the floor.
Peering in cells as he passed he could see people he had killed.
He would even see the families of those he killed in separate cells.
Toilet paper streamed from the top tier of the prison along with flaming bits of paper and trash of all kinds.
The cry from the cell block erupting into a chant of "gonna get you Massera!"
As he approached the end of the block he was lead down on to what was the death row tier.
Walking through he saw the usual assortment of dirtbags and such, killers of all kinds but then..."right there..yeah right there at the end of the tier. Go on look!"
Doing as he was told Jimmy walked to the last cell on the right and upon looking inside he saw an old grey haired man.
His hair was cut back in a buzz cut and he was slumped over next to the wall with his head in his hands mumbling something.
As Jimmy cleared his throat the old man turned around slowly revealing his face.
Jimmy was standing, looking at himself, the eyes were missing and his were gone, leaving sunken in dull grey looking lips.
His shaky handed elderly twin soon reached out for Jimmy but soon he was whisked away.
He was now strapped to something that looked like a hand truck with thick black straps, looking a bit like seatbelts, holding him in place.
Along with a face mask similar to that of Hannibal Lecter in the Silence of the Lambs.
The walls and floor of the prison soon caught fire and everything glowed a bright red.
The bars contorted in the heat, the heat waves from the flames filling every corner of this place.
Soon his guards pushed him to this dark stone cliff over looking a sea of pure lava.
The figure rising from the red river took on his appearance as he was now.
Staring eye to eye with him he said.
"Recognize this place?
You should, you made it yourself.
No one's coming to save you and no one cares about Jimmy "The Saint" here.
Here you're just plain Jimmy Massera a bastard child just like all of us bastard children.
And this is the hell you've made for yourself.
What you didn't realize is with everything you've done in life.
You built this, piece by piece, stone by stone, this is hell and you cannot escape."
With that an evil laugh erupted from the figure that looked like him which was soon to turn black with yellow triangles for eyes.
He was then shoved, hand truck and all, toward the pit of fire.
As he fell and the flames rose he could hear the laughter getting louder and more malicious by the moment.

Finally it happened, a splash of water on his face and Sean standing over him.
"Jesus Jimmy ya look like shite boy."
Jimmy then responded.
"From one hell to another.
First I'm falling and then I wake up with you hovering over my bed."
Sean then smiled and said.
"What were ya expecting boy-o?
That lass ya quit talking ta me for the other day?"
Jimmy rolled out of his bed and went looking for his pants.
Warily with his hair hanging down in his eyes he looked up at Sean.
"How the hell did you get in here anyway?
Didn't you know the door was locked?"
Sean just smiled and winked at him
"Oh I might've but me lock picks could na tell the difference.
Last time I save ya from whatever it was what had ya looking like a ghost.
Anyway James..."
Jimmy looked at him angrily and sputtered
"It's Jimmy ok?"
Sean just laughed and countered.
"Jimmy boy-o this is ya money for the job ya did eh?
The boys from the army really are grateful ta ya and want ta cut ya in on some future jobs."

Jimmy then drug his hand down the side of his face and said wearily
"What time is it?"
Sean countered quickly with "11:00 am ya got a hot date or something?"
Jimmy now looked alarmed.
"Just shut up and see if you can find me a pair of pants in the closet."
Sean chuckled and replied.
"They all look like rejects from the Frank Sinatra collection which would ya like?"
Jimmy chimed from the bathroom with the shower running.
"The black ones, a white shirt, and a red silk tie."
Sean then laughed after setting out the clothes.
"Do I look like ya bloody maid?
Ya clothes are waiting on ya Romeo see ya Jimmy."

After a few minutes he was out of the shower, he had shaved while rinsing the rest of himself.
At a break neck pace he put on an undershirt, followed by the shirt, pants, the trademark black leather belt, and black patent leather shoes.
As he walked out of the door a swiped up his keys and headed for the door.
It was now 12:15 and he was hoping like hell to catch Ginger at their agreed meeting place.
By 12:45 he was at Kimmies and started looking around for her.
Luckily enough he spotted her in the back booth and sat down in the seat opposite of her.
"Hi..."
He said with a smile and his fingers spread as he touched the tips of his fingers against each other.
"Listen I'm sorry I was late...I ehhh I had a bit of a rough night last night huh?"

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After twiddling with her thumbs for a few more seconds, the bell on the door chimed, and in walked Jimmy.
Ginger would smile softly at him before hopping off her bar-stool and following him to the same booth they had sat in the afternoon before.


"Hi.....Listen I'm sorry I was late...I ehhh I had a bit of a rough night last night huh?"

"No worries, i understand. My night was pretty, well interesting." Ginger began, as she crossed her legs and started to get comfortable in her seat - momentarily forgetting her time crunch. "You know, i hate flowers......"

She'd pause for dramatic effect, before beginning again. ".....but some how you managed to pick one of my favorites; Blue Calla Lilies. That's something special in my opinion, since those aren't the most common flower out there. But on top of that, you seemed to know where to deliver them to......so, i suppose you actually did know who i was this whole time?"

Gingers smile grew a bit, before she happened to look up at the door as the bells above it chimed. It was lucky that she did.....because in walked Jordan.
"Aww gees" she muttered softly, before sliding further into the booth so that the officer wouldn't see her.right away.


"Hey, wanna play dine and ditch?" she'd whisper, as her eyes darted back and forth between Jimmy and Jordan - whose back was now turned away from them as he conversed with a women behind the bar. "Well not really dine and ditch, since we didn't eat anything here....more like, ditch my chaperon!"

Ginger knew it was only a matter of seconds before the woman pointed to their booth. So she would quickly pop to her feet and move to the side exit door behind their booth.
After a quick smirk and tilt of the head for Jimmy to follow her, she opened the door and stepped out into the alley.




Once outside, Ginger would nervously fidget with her bag an unconsciously tap her heel, as she waited for him to follow her.
"I hope he finds this whole situation to be more intriguing, than odd......" she joked softly to herself, as she hoped the door beside her would open.


When you come from a political family such as the Cagglianos, you lose a lot of privileges that others take for granted......such as hitting up a bar every now again without a security detail, or going on friendly/casual dates without having people from your fathers reelection team breathing down your back to make sure every single date reflects well on your father......so Ginger hadn't been out on any kind of "date" in a long time. An even though she should of been concerning herself with how ditching her detail could have repercussions, and whether or not Jimmy would be good for her fathers campaign if she was seen with him, she couldn't help but thinking like any other twenty-two year old who simply wanted to go out on a date;

"I wonder how long before ditching the press and security details loses it's thrill for him, and just becomes plain annoying....."

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Jimmy watched the change in her tone and her eyes as something had gotten her attention and then he heard it.
"Well not really dine and ditch, since we didn't eat anything here....more like, ditch my chaperon!
As she got up from the table Jimmy lit a cigarette and got up from the booth slowly.
His head turned to view the man whose aim it seemed was destroy yet another meeting for him.

With his hands in the pockets of his pants he turned in the direction toward which Ginger ran and very cooly walked to the door in back muttering:
"If you don't run like a rabbit the dogs won't bark."
He very gently opened and closed the door, all the time keeping one eye on the room they were just in.
Sure enough the man found they table they were at but so far it was taking him a bit of time to figure out where they went to.
After following her into the alley Jimmy spit out his cigarette, took her hand, and said "Come on, stick with me, I'll take care of this guy."
With a firm kick against the door he managed to jar it a little bit and after one more sound blow the door came open.
He then used his free hand to tip his hat to her with a bit of a nervous smile.
"Sometimes you just don't have time for a key huh?
When we get through here run to the side door on the other side of this building.
Don't look back and don't wait for me.
Stay in the alley until I get there , I won't be there straight away but I am coming I promise."

With yet another more devilish smile he said.
"Oh and about the flowers...I had no idea who you are but they don't call me "The Saint" for nothing."
About this time here comes the entourage sure as the world and Jimmy smirks as he says.
"I had a slight change of plan.
How's your jumping skill doll?
No time to wait to find out, follow me."
With that he continued to hold onto her hand running up the long metal stairs of the adjacent building.
Upon reaching the roof he took one look over the side and one look at how Ginger was dressed, and then he shook his head.
"Oh you're not dressed for running at all are you?"
He said hiding a laugh.
"The objective in running like this is to do something those chasing you either won't do or are hesitant to do.
For that we both need much better gear but for now we're stuck with this.
We've got three options from what I see, the first is jumping to the roof of the building across the alley, the second is jumping into a dumpster in the alley, and the third, I wait on this guy to show up here and feed him his teeth.

Jimmy had always loved being a thumb in the eye of authority, from the time he was a kid.
Cops, teachers, counselors, everyone tried to reach him but he chose this path.
Embracing being a tough guy with both hands.
This brought back memories of skipping school either alone or with friends.
For him it was always about the thrill of the chase, waiting to see if he could outsmart his pursuers no matter how perfect they thought their plan was.
Of course it always caught up to him and he'd take a beating from the people running the orphange but in his mind...everybody took a beating sometime.
After another moment of looking around he finally snapped.
"The fire escape!
Come on we can take it to the alley, cut back to Kimmies, and take my car out of here before this guy this... putz even knows what's happened."
Still holding her hand he got her to the fire escape and after taking his hand from hers he said smiling.
"Ehhh you may want this activity to be more a ladies first kind of thing.
I... I of course don't mind if you follow me but... you see my point."
After making sure she made it down the fire escape safely Jimmy headed down after her.
The words shouted from the rooftop echoed down into the alley heralding his presence.
"Hey stop!
Get back here!
Miss Caggliano! You there...come on buddy I'm just doing my job here!"
After Jimmy dropped to the pavement he offered his arm to Ginger and said as he walked her to the car.
"Sometimes if you don't run like a rabbit the dogs won't bark but when they do.... you run like hell.
Since he's going to be a while getting down from there we're going to take a nice stroll to my car because if we leave here running every cop within a mile will be here in minutes.
Unless of course he has a walkie talkie...then how's your running skill huh?"
After an uneventful walk to the car he calmly opened her door for her and got into the driver's side just like any normal man would taking someone out on a date.
He then set his hat down beside of her before turning on the car and said
"Hate to be a bother but this car isn't real hat friendly, could you look after that for me?"
With that he fired up the engine and with a quick squeal of the tires he was headed down the road.
After a block or two, and upon getting caught in a bit of traffic, he looked over at her and smiled as he said.
"I'm sorry about back there on the roof.
I just didn't have time to work anything else out.
You're...you're ok right?
No broken bones... no bruises?
When you finish with that load of questions how about you tell me a little about you and the monkey in the suit back there?
That wasn't a standard rent-a-cop that a was police issue piece he was carrrying.
Don't tell me the goomba from the other day is still bothering you...you know the guy from the sidewalk?
If he is... I can handle that for you.
Sometimes, some very stupid people, don't know how to take "no" for an answer so quickly huh?"

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By the time she was able to sit in his car, Ginger was completely out of breath.
"Hate to be a bother but this car isn't real hat friendly, could you look after that for me?"
Ginger nodded her head, a bit wide-eyed. "S-sure....no problem."

She'd begin to play with the rim of his hat, as he spoke up again
"I'm sorry about back there on the roof.
I just didn't have time to work anything else out.
You're...you're ok right?
No broken bones... no bruises?
When you finish with that load of questions how about you tell me a little about you and the monkey in the suit back there?
That wasn't a standard rent-a-cop that a was police issue piece he was carrrying.
Don't tell me the goomba from the other day is still bothering you...you know the guy from the sidewalk?
If he is... I can handle that for you.
Sometimes, some very stupid people, don't know how to take "no" for an answer so quickly huh?"




Ginger stared out the window to her side for a moment, before suddenly bursting out in laughter.

"Mio dio! I've NEVER done anything like that before, even in school! That was too fun, i mean i know i'm in a world of trouble later, but you know what?"
Ginger would shift in her seat so that she was leaning on the left side of her body and facing Jimmy. "I'd totally do it again!" she'd finish with a huge grin, before placing Jimmys hat on her head.

After an additional few seconds, Ginger flounced back into her seat and buckled up. "We wouldn't want to get pulled over for something as silly as a seat belt violation, would we? And for the record, i'm fine. Totally fine, MORE than fine actually! I haven't seen that Taxi driver since we went into Kimmies the other day....did you, do something to him? And what exactly does 'handle him' mean??"
The slightly hyper Ginger wouldn't give him much of a chance to respond before speaking up again. "Never mind, don't tell me!
You know, you actually out ran Jordan, and he's pretty damn fast......perhaps the force should hire you...."

She'd giggle a bit at the mental image of Jimmy in a uniform working with cops, until the car coming to a stop at a light jarred her back into reality.



"To answer your other question back there, i figured you knew who i was since the flowers were delivered to my fathers place, but yes, Jordan - the guy chasing us - works for the NYPD. He's on the short list of officers assigned to guard my family, but mostly my father....Antonio Caggliano"
Ginger would sigh a bit before crossing her legs and then her arms over top her chest. "Ya know, the Governor." she said, in a far quieter voice.

She wouldn't speak again until the car began to move again. They were only fifteen minutes or so into their 45 minute journey towards the tip of the island, when both her phones began to ring. She'd quickly dump her bag out onto her lap, grab both phones, and turn them off in unison.

"So, are ya gonna ditch me now that you know you'll probably have a third of the force searching for me, and subsequently - you?" Ginger asked with a small smirk, as she threw her things back into her bag. "I mean i'd understand if you'd wanna get rid of me and drop me off somewhere.....i'm not always the funnest person to be around when it's an election year - due to all the guards and press." she added on dejectedly.....before moving around in her seat some.

Suddenly "Don't Know Why" by Norah Jones came on the radio, so instead of giving Jimmy the chance to respond with what she assumed would be an agreement to drop her off and rid himself of an unneeded problem, she began to sing along to the radio.





"Thank you, thank you very much!" she'd say facetiously w/ a few fake bows as the song ended, before lifting Jimmys hat up from her head long enough to run her free hand through her hair. She then tapped the same hand on her bare thigh a few times before sighing.

"Like i said before though, if you wanna drop me off i'd understand......but i'm hoping, maybe, you're the adventurous type that wouldn't mind having a late lunch with a wanted woman."

Ginger lowered her head a bit as not only her smile, but the flushness of her cheeks, grew.
It really had been quite some time since she was alone with a man that wasn't either related to her, or working for her.

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The thought of this being the mayor's daughter brought a smile to Jimmy's face.
He sat listening to her sing, every note ringing through his ears.
The changes in expression on her face and tone of her voice as she mentioned both her father and the cop he just outran.
After a few blocks of driving he slowed to another stop at yet another light.
He then looked over at her and pulling down his sunglasses to look over the top of them at her he replied.
"Antonio Caggliano huh?
Well isn't that something.
I've got some friends that know some people that will deal with trouble from him for me.
Don't worry about it, it won't be anything bad.
I just know some people in high places you know?
You...you on the other hand..."
He laughed heartily shaking his head before he continued.
"you could be in a lot of trouble.
So I don't think I'll be stopping this car until I either hit another light or we get to little Italy.
After all..."

He winked at her quickly before looking back toward the road.
"it would be rude of me to dump you out of my car after asking you out.
Besides we've been through a lot already.
I mean we've ran from the cops and everything. "
After pushing his sunglasses back up he faced the road once more with both hands still on the wheel he said absently.
"So that song, the one you found on the radio, don't think I've heard that voice before.
It was... relaxing, strangely relaxing, I don't usually listen to the radio, it's the commercials, I just don't have the patience for them.
Most of the time if I'm at home I'm listening to some old delta blues, or ehhh some jazz like Billie Holiday.
Put myself to sleep many nights listening to "God Bless the Child".
He'd thought heavily on explaining what happened to the man at the cab stand but to make mention of something so sensitive having only known her briefly was not a wise idea.
Particularly since the deed done was in fact a favor to him.
He'd never exactly heard what happened to the man after all, all he knew is he was gone and that was the most important thing.

Snapping from his thoughts Jimmy turned up the radio as it seemed a news bulletin was coming on.
"We interrupt your regular programming for a special news bulletin.
Ginger Caggliano, daughter of governor Antonio Caggliano, has been kidnapped.
The officer assigned to her security detail reports that she had gone into a downtown diner to have some lunch.
When a well dressed man absconded with her out of the back door of the restaurant.
The resulting chase ended with the man fleeing the scene with Miss Caggliano in the car.
For now police are advising the residents of the city to be on the look out for Miss Caggliano and a man wearing a black tailored suit, white dress shirt, black pants, and a red silk tie.
If you have any information concerning their whereabouts you are advised to call the NYPD with any and all leads.
A city wide man hunt is being conducted and we will have more as more information comes to us."
With that the station returned to regular programming and Jimmy looked over at Ginger smiling as he said.
"Well looks like our day just got a little more exciting.
Listen maybe we'll have a slight change of plans.
How are you on getting out of the city for a bit?
I know a place in Jersey, just across the river.
Plenty of beach and when I was a kid, my friends and I would thumb rides over there.
Got drunk my first time under a public access walkway out there.
Smoked my first cigarette under the pier.
Of course when I hitched back, the ladies at the orphanage I was living at would beat me with a strap.
But we all take a beating sometime I guess.
Never had any brothers to speak of.
Just kids from the neighborhood I'd sneak out with.
Most of us were real tough guys you know.. all but this one kid.
I happened to find him getting picked on by a crew of kids and sorted them out.
After the bloody knuckles were being wrapped and the kid was sent home.
One of my friends laughed and said "Of all the people we could hang out with... why did one of them have to be a saint?
And since then my name has not changed, even followed me into adulthood.
The guy I started working for at 16 ran a small cab stand and all I did was park cars all day, oh and mix drinks.
By 18 I knew more about how to make a mixed drink than the bartender there did."

For that time everything else just melted away and his voice rang of nostalgia.
"Listen to me rattling on like you don't have some stories of your own to tell huh?
So tell me something about you... any psychotic boyfriends or ex-boyfriends I need to know about?
Some memory you've been keeping tucked away in that head of yours?
You can trust me, after all if you can't trust your kidnapper who can you trust huh?"

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She's the Governors daughter btw! Not the Mayors. =P




"Antonio Caggliano huh? Well isn't that something. I've got some friends that know some people that will deal with trouble from him for me.
Don't worry about it, it won't be anything bad. I just know some people in high places you know?
You...you on the other hand..."

Jimmy would laugh heartily while shaking his head a bit, before continuing.
"....you could be in a lot of trouble.
So I don't think I'll be stopping this car until I either hit another light or we get to little Italy.
After all..."




Ginger laughed softly at the mention of her "being in a lot of trouble"....she knew he was right, but didn't want to think about it much.
Jimmy would then wink her way before going on about how it would be rude to just drop her off - a statement that made her smile grow, as she twisted a strand of her hair around her finger.


When he mentioned Blues & Jazz, Ginger was pleasantly surprised in his interest in both......but the casual conversing between the two wouldn't last long, for when he turned up the radio there was a news bulletin proclaiming that; "The Governors daughter has been kidnapped"



"WHAT!?" she yelled, before listening to the full announcement.
"I can't beleive Jordan actually told them i was kidnapped, that's nuts." she'd complain, before turning the radio down.

"Well looks like our day just got a little more exciting.
Listen, maybe we should have a slight change of plans, how are you on getting out of the city for a bit? I know a place in Jersey, just across the river."


Ginger listened as Jimmy told her stories of his childhood, and she'd smiled at her own memories of the beach.

"Listen to me rattling on like you don't have some stories of your own to tell huh?
So tell me something about you... any psychotic boyfriends or ex-boyfriends I need to know about?
Some memory you've been keeping tucked away in that head of yours?
You can trust me, after all if you can't trust your kidnapper who can you trust huh?"
he'd say jokingly.


"Oh well gee, with that i think i'll tell ya my whole life story now!" she joked back, before looking down at her bag where her phones were. She knew her family was probably trying to contact her frantically, which caused a knot to form in her stomach.

"I should call them" she'd think to herself.....but her desire to spend the day with someone new, outweighed her want to contact home at the moment. So after sighing softly to herself, Ginger turned her head towards Jimmy with a small smile on her face.


"No psycho boyfriends, i promise.
You see, my familys been in the political realm for a while now, so dating isn't something that's really easy to do. My sisters are lucky, they had High School sweethearts. Me, i dated a couple guys in high school, but both ended well before graduation......so no H.S. sweetheart for me. It's been a rather uneventful road, in terms of relationships, ever since."

She'd clear her throat a bit before quickly putting on a broad smile to lighten the mood.
"But never mind that, I um.....don't mind going to Jersey, use to live there myself and i haven't been back in a while. Plus it would be nice to see the ocean too, but I just feel, well, i don't know....."
Ginger would shimmy down in her seat some and stare down at her legs for a moment, before speaking up again.
"......worried. I can't beleive he told them i was kidnapped, you know? If they found us i'd of course tell them you didn't kidnap me, but my father would probably still want to make your life hell for the foreseeable future....."


As they reached the GWB Ginger pressed her glasses tight against her face, and pinned as much of her hair underneath his hat as she could. And as Jimmy paid the toll, she'd look nervously in the other direction - hoping that no one would recognize them.


"Oh thank God!" she'd whisper, as soon as they were able to continue over into Jersey.

It was now nearly 3pm, and they seemed to miss the worse of the afternoon traffic going into NJ.



"Gah...." she'd mutter as her stomach suddenly began to rumble, before turning the radio back up at the sound of the DJs coming on again.


"Hey this is your groovy fresh DJ Nala King, hope everybody's having a lovely day out there. So, we're just getting a print out here in the studio, and we're suppose to let yous guys know that the kidnapping of Ginger Caggliano was a mistaken report?"

"Mistaken report?" the other DJ, Tommy T., would chime in with.

"Yeah, a mistaken report - that's coming directly from the Governors aid apparently."

"That's one hell of a damn mistake, if you ask me." said Tommy.

"Couldn't agree more, i think someone just lost their job for sure. But lets get on with other news, such as the record breaking........



Ginger would quickly sit up and turn the radio volume down again before flopping back into her seat and laughing.
"A mistake? Are they serious?? Thank God you're not a real kidnapper, because i don't think they get a deaf dumb and blind person not to suspect something was amiss in that retraction!

Well, at least we won't have normal people looking for us left and right, but i guarantee you my father and the NYPD are still looking....i hope this beach house you have is a somewhat secluded place."

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Jimmy sat through the scene at the tollbooth, looking on at the booth operator with Ginger's words playing over and over in his head like stuck record.
Yeah it was called erroneous but then again in an election year what famous person would want the people to think he couldn't even protect his own family.
Still in his own head as he payed the toll he couldn't help but to keep repeating the same mantra silently.
"If you don't run like a rabbit the dogs won't bark..."
He watched the man thoughtfully, studying him to see what his next reaction would be.
As there was no incident Jimmy smiled at the man, slipped him and extra $100 and they were on their way.

Jimmy cruised along silently for quite a while, part of the time watching Ginger from the corner of his eye, and the rest spent with his eyes on the road.
After a while he finally drug his hand across his chin and smiled a bit as he said.
"About your dad and the pd...listen don't worry about them.
I promise nothing will happen to me...you on the other hand are going to be tricky to get home.
I know some people I can call though, trust me, you'll be safe I've worked with all these people before and I'll be with you the whole time.
You may be thrown by what they look like at first but you couldn't be safer in your own mother's arms."

He knew soon he'd have to tell her more about "these people" he knew but for now he wanted to finish the drive peacefully.
He slowed the car as they drove down a tree lined street and pulled into a short, circular, concrete drive.
As the car slowed to a halt he looked over at Ginger and smiled as he took note that she held the hat with such care.
"Listen the guy that owns this house is a friend of mine.
Very good guy and one hell of a surgeon I... I've used him a few times."
He then bowed his head a moment and looked up shaking the hair from his eyes.
I uh I have a confession to make.
I don't know what you know about me but I'm assuming since you're here with me, not very much.
I should tell you, I'm connected to some very bad people.
People that do awful things, sometimes to other bad people, and sometimes to good people.
I've done a lot of things I'm not really proud of you know..."
He then pulled his sunglasses off and set them inside of his suit jacket before continuing.
"I... did them all the same though.
Maybe I can tell you more about them some day but... I don't want to ruin today with that.
The people you meet later today, one of them is a fixer, the best in the city, also the guy that called me at Kimmies that day.
He takes care of moving things and finding things.
Anything you want in this city he either knows where to get it or who to get in touch with to find it.
I'm telling you this because I want you to know a little of what you're dealing with and I can't go into great detail because even for just this little bit of information they can kill me.
That being said before we walk into my other friend's house is there anything you want to ask me?"

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"About your dad and the PD....listen don't worry about them.
I promise nothing will happen to me...you on the other hand are going to be tricky to get home.
I know some people I can call though, trust me, you'll be safe I've worked with all these people before and I'll be with you the whole time.
You may be thrown by what they look like at first but you couldn't be safer in your own mother's arms."



Ginger would nod her head and smile softly as Jimmy spoke, but she couldn't help but still feel guilty with the whole idea of being on the run from her family. However she again pushed her worry aside, and attempted to relax into her "new normal" of the moment.




After the car came to a stop outside of a house, Jimmy began to describe just who was inside.
At the mention of him being "connected to some very bad people" and having "done a lot of things he's not really proud of", you'd think one as politically-sheltered as Ginger would become rather cautious, but she was actually more intrigued then anything else, and would sit with her arms crossed casually over her chest, as he explained everything to her.


"That being said, before we walk into my other friend's house is there anything you want to ask me?" he'd ask, and she would take a moment to gather her bag up from the floor of the car and sling it over her shoulder, before leaning over in front of Jimmy and placing her hand on his door knob. "Yeah, what are you feeding me for dinner? After all of this, i hope it's something nice." she'd respond with a slightly-flirty smile, before pushing his door open and then sitting back up in her chair..
"And off we go." Ginger beamed, before opening her own door and stepping outside of the car - with one hand on her head, to keep his hat firmly in place.

Once outside she'd close her door and walk around the front of the car to meet Jimmy.
"You know, i think a lot of people would call this insane, me going into such a house with a man i haven't even known for a full day who just verified nearly every shady thing i read about him on google.......but i don't know,"
She'd pause and directly lock eyes with him for several seconds, before finishing her thought. "I could always be wrong, but there's something about you that screams safety, sooooo, yeah...."
Ginger would laugh softly to hide the fact that she was actually blushing a bit, before turning and walking towards the door - hopefully with Jimmy in close tow.