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Furio Giunta must
choose between helping a fellow Italian or betraying
his own people for Tony Soprano�s crew.

�� Furio Giunta had
been given the assignment by Tony Soprano to collect from this deadbeat down in
the west end of town. Rudolfo Pandellino owed the Soprano�s close to 50k in
loan shark money he had borrowed from them and now was late in paying. It was
Furio�s job as the enforcer and collector to now get the money. He grunted
lightly as retied his pony tail and adjusted his leather jacket, the cool fall
air biting at him. This had been Christopher�s job but he had let the ball drop
lately on his collections. Furio glanced at his friend Enzo Garasi, a fellow
Neapolitan as he spoke to him in Italian. �Christopher is letting the drugs get
to his head eh? He is slacking off in his duties. Pazzo cafone.�
� Enzo a much smaller
and wiry man just nodded in understanding, �The drugs they are a bad thing.
Pity so many get involved.� He tapped his forehead knowingly. Enzo was like
Furio, also an illegal immigrant from Napoli. However Enzo was deep in Carmine
Lupertazzi�s territory. Furio had a few tricks up his own sleeve; Enzo worked
directly for Furio as backup, a man even Tony Soprano did not know about. The
two men glanced at one another understandingly, in this business here in
America they knew the immigrant �zips�
were often looked down upon, used for menial jobs and executions. Furio trusted
Enzo and his other man Giancarlo implicitly, in fact much more than he trusted
Tony Soprano or his crew. Enzo and Giancarlo were fellow Neapolitan Cammorrans, they knew how things worked.
� �Are you expecting
any trouble on this one?� Enzo asked lightly as he adjusted his own leather
coat and double checked the small 9mm he kept in his coat pocket. He spoke no English
at all.
� �No,� Furio shook
his head, �From what I hear the fellow is a stupido
cafone, Christopher is just a bigger cafone,
not man enough to do the job, eh?� the two shared a brief chuckle for a moment
as they glanced at the small sign �Rudy�s Hardware and Supply� across the
street, making sure no witnesses were around.
� The two enforcers
jogged lightly across the street towards the hardware store, Furio already knew
Rudolfo would be here this morning. As they drew closer, Furio could hear the
angry shouting of a man�s voice, he paused a moment and glanced inside as did
Enzo. Inside the store a fat, out of shape man had his hand around the throat
of a female as he yelled and berated her, slamming her against the wall.
� �His wife, Lorena.�
Furio explained briefly to Enzo and then both men confidently walked in.
� �We�re closed.�
Rudolfo glanced at the two men; his hand still around the woman�s throat, her
face bruised some. �Go on, come back later.�
� �You are now.� Furio
flipped the OPEN-CLOSED sign in the window to CLOSED and only then did Rudolfo
release his wife with a hint of panic on his face.
� �Who the hell are
you? What do you want, get out!� he quickly began backing towards the counter
but Furio was on him as fast as a hunting cat. With one fist he easily slammed Rudolfo
back into the counter, knocking over displays as his other fist caught the man
upside the head sending an arc of blood from Rudolfo�s nose onto the floor.
�� I want money you
owe Tony Soprano.� Furio growled in his broken English in a low, threatening
voice.
� �I don�t have it!�
Rudolfo pleaded as he grabbed at his broken nose, blood flowing from between
his fingers, �I told Christopher, next week!� His eyes were huge with terror
now.
��So sorry
to hear, eh?� Furio simply said to the man, still pinning him against the
counter. To Enzo he briefly spoke in Italian, �Looks like we are going to get a
little workout my friend.�
� Enzo nodded and had
discreetly and nimbly pulled out a metal wire, the famous �Italian Necklace�.
Briefly Rudolfo tried to fight, to scream for help, but he was no match for
Furio�s size and strength and the well toned and dangerous Enzo. Enzo had
nimbly looped the garrote around Rudolfo�s neck to silence any screams as Furio
glanced around the hardware store, spied a metal pipe and easily picked it up
wielding it like a baseball bat. �Maybe we take it out on you bones, eh?�
Furio�s tombstone grey eyes stared with no remorse or emotion at the restrained
man as he swung the metal pipe first into the man�s knee with a sickening
crunch then followed it up with a hard swing to Rudolfo�s jaw. Enzo bore down
on the garrote silencing any screams of pain which made the cracking of bones
even that much more hideous and loud.
� Once more Furio
swung the metal pipe with hard and deadly accuracy into the man�s midsection
and Rudolfo crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut. �Let him drop.� Furio
spat in Italian to Enzo who indeed let the man fall into a crumpled writhing
and whimpering heap on the floor.
�� Furio casually tossed the pipe to the corner
and glanced over at Rudolfo�s wife, Lorena. He noticed she showed no fear at
the two mob enforcers; in fact she had blatantly turned her back on them and
began to dust some of the shelves as though her husband was not even being
beaten in front of her. Back home in Italy Furio knew that many mafia wise
women would make that gesture of the back turned to signal a sign of �omerta�
and of �I see and know nothing� but he wasn�t sure of what it meant in America.
� Now Furio half
kneeled down on Rudolfo who was still writhing and moaning in pain and agony on
the floor. �You still no remember where you payment is or maybe I take some
more pain out on you, maybe break you teeth out?�
� �Ok, Ok�� Rudolfo panted
with a strangled grunt, a sure sign his jaw was shattered, blood flowing all
over his teeth. �I only got 5k here with me now. Please�� He tried to glance at
Furio and Enzo for any compassion, but he would get none from the dour
Neapolitan enforcers.
�� Furio made a gesture with his hand, �You pay
me what you have now.� He demanded, �In one week you best have at least another
20k, if not, I break you other leg and maybe you arm too.� Furio and Enzo both
reached down and grabbing the injured Rudolfo hauled him to his feet. �You get
money now!� Furio growled at him.
� �Lorena, get the
money from the goddamn safe!� Rudolfo half screamed at his wife, �give it all
to them!�
� Without a sound the
woman walked over to the safe and after spinning out the combination she pulled
out a bag and filled it up and then walked over to where Furio was watching her
like an eagle. As she respectfully handed him the bag, she spoke to him in
Italian in a low voice, �There is another 2k under the cash register drawer.�
��Both Furio and Enzo�s eyebrow quirked at her
flawless Italian thick with Sicilian dialect. �Show me.� Furio calmly
instructed her back in Italian.
� Lorena led the
pony-tailed enforcer behind the counter and opened the cash register as Rudolfo
groaned in pain and anger at having his last hiding spot revealed. �Damn it you
bitch!� he raged, �Quit with that damned speaking in Italian woman.� He moaned,
wanting to get his anger out on someone, �You�re in America now, speak the
language!� His New Jersey accent barked.
� Furio suddenly
reached over the counter and grabbed Rudolfo�s thick hair half dragging him
backwards over the counter. �You insulting us Italians?� he threatened. �I no
like you attitude!�
� �No, no!� Rudolfo pleaded
his face a sketch in agony at his broken bones. �Listen; why not take some of
your payment out on my wife? She will give you guys whatever you want, a blow
job, sex, whatever!!!�
� Furio quickly
translated this bit of news to Enzo and briefly both men had a hearty laugh.
Enzo spoke something to Furio and Furio then translated in English back to
Rudolfo, �My friend, he say, �why take you wife when you value her so little
eh?� It not mean anything if you so willing to give her up to save your own
hide.� Furio angrily released Rudolfo and gave a brief nod to Enzo who then
with two quick jabs to Rudolfo�s face, knocked him out cold.
� Furio took the other
2k from Lorena as Enzo dragged Rudolfo�s unconscious body from near the counter
to around the back, so he wouldn�t be seen by any customers coming in. �Why you
with him?� Furio�s grey eyes swept over Lorena as he pocketed the other 2k,
�Why you help us?�
�� Lorena diverted her eyes from the muscular
man, her voice finally speaking in a low and almost wounded tone. �My family,
they wanted me to come to America to set things up for them to move here, you
know, buy a house learn the area. My brother, he is with the Sicilian �friends of the friends�� she used the
Sicilian term for the Mafia, �But he got in trouble with another Family, so now
they have to flee to America. My father paid a middle man for my passage here
to America, in return I have to marry this idiot,� she gestured with her chin
briefly to where Enzo had dragged Rudolfo�s unconscious body, �to make things
legal and to repay my debt to the transporter, the middle man.�
�� Furio had heard of this before, many
immigrants did it. It was almost a form of indentured servitude; they had to
pay the people who smuggled them into the U.S, for their journey here. �Tratta della bianche.� Furio said with a
dark look in his eyes, �white slavery.�
� �Si,� She said, �But I have no choice, I
must do this for my family.� It was not said with pleading or even weakness,
but with the inner conviction and strength of a true Italian woman.
� Furio nodded a
moment and glanced again at the small Sicilian woman in front of him. She
appeared in her mid 30�s, long dark hair tied up neatly, large dark eyes and
the classical Mediterranean look of a southern Italian, if it would not be for
the fresh bruises and puffy eye, she would have been a beauty. �I think about
your situation.� He said succinctly as he gently reached up and briefly touched
her cheek. Not lewdly, but almost soothingly, �You are fellow countrywoman, I
think about what you have told me, what I can do for you.�
� Lorena glanced away
and for the first time in all of this Furio caught a brief look of anger and
almost sadness in her eyes.� �Please,�
she barely whispered in Sicilian, �Please do not get my hopes up. Do not give
me dreams of what is out of my reach.�
� Furio gently turned
her towards him again, �I am not giving you false hope.� The blue grey eyes
spoke of a competent man who was used to being in control, �If Furio Giunta
makes a promise then I keep that promise. If I could not offer it, then I would
not have spoken it. Now, what is the name of the man who is owed the money for
your passage?�
�� Reggie Dalmazzio,
he is a captain for the Lupertazzi famiglia
here in New York.� She said slowly.
�� Lupertazzi,
Lupertazzi�Madonn�!� Furio hissed low
under his breath. Carmine Lupertazzi and his Famiglia were �big time�, a powerful Commission Family in New York
and also allies of the Soprano�s.
�� Slowly her eyes
began to get the saddened look they held a moment ago, �You see what I say, it
is a hopeless situation.�
�� No!� Furio said
almost more roughly than he intended. �No, if I make the promise then I keep
it.� Now it was more a matter of principal and challenge to him. Because it was
the Lupertazzi Family, it was even more crucial to him to get her out from
under his thumb. After all he had done the same favor for Giancarlo and his
family. It was the reason people like Enzo and Giancarlo were so loyal to
Furio.
� �Thank you Furio
Giunta.� Lorena said as she quietly closed the cash register drawer, �Thank you
for at least thinking about it.� She quoted his words back to him.
� Furio pocketed the
money as Enzo was coming back into the main room, �Where is he?� Furio asked
Enzo.
� �In the back, I
tossed him in the bathroom� the small man said with a devious gleam in his dark
eyes.
� Furio strode to the
back bathroom and saw Rudolfo half thrown into a dirty and grimy bathtub. With
a dark gleam of his own he turned on the water which began to rouse the
unconscious man. Furio then turned off the water and leaned down over the man
terrified man in the tub. �Listen well to me.� He growled in his broken
English, �I be back in one week for more payment. In
meantime, you better not put no new bruises on that wife of yours you
understand me?�
� �Yes, yes!� the man
nodded in terrified fear and excruciating pain.
�� Furio left the dingy back room of the
hardware store collected his friend Enzo, who was once again turning the
OPEN-CLOSED sign back to OPEN and the two men swiftly departed. As they were
jogging up the street to where Furio had parked his car he handed Enzo the 2k
in cash that had been extra.
� �You think he is
going to pay up?� Enzo nodded at Furio in gratitude for the payment.
�� Who knows, if not,
he has enough stock in that hardware store we can sell as swag eh?� Furio
chuckled. �But his wife, she gives me much to think about. What can you tell me
about �Transporters� who work in Lupertazzi territory?�
�� Enzo gave a low
brief whistle under his breath, �At the moment not a whole lot, I know maybe
one or two, but I can find out the information for you within a few days.�
� Furio nodded in
thankfulness, �You ever hear the name Reggie Dalmazzio?�
� �Barely,� Enzo
leaned back in the passenger seat as Furio pulled back into traffic heading
towards the Holland Tunnel to drop off Enzo back in NYC. �I think he works at
the Ports eh? But I will find out what I can for you my friend.�
Little else was spoken between the two men as Furio dropped
his friend off back in NYC; he had a lot of thinking and planning to do in the
next few days.
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