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�� Over the next
several days Furio�s mind often wavered down the path of Lorena and her dilemma
of being indebted to Reggie Dalmazzio for her passage here. He had no idea why
his mind had allowed his heart to speak in helping her or even attempting to.
Furio already knew in his heart and soul that Lorena was a �good girl�, not the
type to be a goomar or mistress and to be honest that was not what he was
hoping to get out of the favor. No, perhaps what bit at him so deeply, was the
very same reason he helped people like Enzo and Giancarlo and several others. The almost disrespectful way he and the other �zips� were treated here in the U.S.
�� It was fine if
they were doing the dirty work for these Italian American Mob families, but
never were they truly accepted or appreciated. In many ways, he was in as much
debt to Annalisa Vittorio back in Naples and Tony Soprano here in the U.S. as
Lorena was in debt to Reggie Dalmazzio and Rudolfo Pandellino. Perhaps that is
what bit at Furio�s soul so much. Knowing that he was just one man who could
not change a vast ocean, but he could certainly make a ripple in the pond. He
felt it owed to his fellow countrymen and women to help them out as much as
possible, they made money and offered protection for him and he gave protection
back. It was just the way these things were done, had always been done.
�� He sat in the back
of the Bada Bing playing cards with Silvio Dante, Patsy Paresi and Paulie
Gualtieri, Christopher had been in briefly earlier but the boss Tony had
practically dragged his nephew outside and Furio as well as the other men were
sure that the conversation Tony was having with Chris was not a nice one.
� �Read �em and weep
gentlemen!� Paulie flung his cards down with a self satisfied sneer, �Full
house!� he reached for the pot.
� �Oh fuck me, you
fuckin mama�s boy!� Silvio growled as he angrily flung his cards down. Silvio
always let his temper run away with him when he played cards whether it was for
5$ ante�s or 5,000$ ante�s.
�� Oooooh!�
Paulie laughed and pointed his hand in the familiar sign of the �Corna� his
index and pinky finger extended the other fingers closed as he pointed at Sil,
�Hey, it�s not my problem you gotta shitty hand my friend! Better luck next
time!� he began to shove the money into neat little piles, �Who�s up for
another? Furio, Patsy, whaddya say? How about it Sil, care to try and win your
money back?�
�� Ahhh!� Silvio angrily stood up, �Forget it, I got
stuff to do!�
�� Furio�s cell phone beeped and he discreetly
glanced at the number, it was his pal Enzo.
�Eh, sorry. �Nother
time.� He said and stood up to use the pay phone out front.
�� Napoli
boy over there and his goomars.� Patsy Paresi glanced at Furio over his
wire rimmed glasses.
�� Furio just grinned and nodded briefly letting
the crew think what they wanted. �What I say, eh? I in much demand.� He winked
which bought another round of laughter and playful barbs at him. �Vaffanculo, stronzo bastardos� Furio
muttered to himself as he walked out front to dial Enzo�s number.
� �Pronto?� Furio spoke into the
phone at Enzo�s voice.
� �I found out some
stuff on that person,� Enzo hinted. Like Furio, Enzo was an old pro at double
talk and never said anything that could be traced back or used against them.
�We meet for dinner tomorrow at the usual place, I will tell you then.�
� �Is it good news?�
Furio dared to hope.
� �I think it is.�
Enzo chuckled gently at his friend and benefactor, �I think it will make you
happy. See you tomorrow, my friend.�
� Furio gently hung up
the outdoor payphone as he felt the cool fall air begin to wrap around him like
icy tendrils. The skies were grey and darkening, an icy wind was blowing
against him causing his eyes to squint a bit in the biting cold.
� �Furio.� Tony
Soprano�s voice broke Furio out of his mental wanderings as he saw his boss
come striding towards him. Furio could tell by a discreet glance at Tony�s
bruised and slightly scrapped knuckles that his �talk� with Christopher had not
been a pleasant one.
� �Hey Tony.� Furio
nodded in respect to his boss, Tony.
� �Callin� yer
goomar�s again?� Tony smiled almost gently.
� �What can I say,
they like the accent, eh.� Furio played along.
� �Glad to see you are
in a good mood,� Tony glanced discreetly around for a moment to make sure no
one could overhear and then back at Furio, ��Cause you are going to have to be
the one to make the final collections on our hardware fellow. Chris isn�t up to
the task.�
� �Sure, no problem, I
do.� Furio leaned in close to Tony, �But I be honest, I no think he gonna come
up with all the money eh? I think I gonna have to take a lot of it out in
merchandise.�
�� Tony shrugged as he pulled out a cigar and
lit it, �That�s fine, whatever you gotta do. Get what you can from him and then��
Tony sucked fiercely on the cigar a moment to light it in the stiff wind. �He
retires.�
�� Furio just nodded once, glancing away and
spitting on the ground. �Understood.� He said levelly. Tony had just
effectively ended Rudolfo Pandellino�s life after Furio could get as much
repayment as he could from the 50k debt. There would be no mercy for Rudolfo
and it meant that Furio would have to work even harder and faster if Lorena was
to have any chance to escape the same fate.
� �He�s married ain�t
he?� Tony asked as though suddenly reading Furio�s unspoken thoughts.
� �Eh,� Furio shrugged
noncommittally, �She is Sicilian, she know how to keep a her mouth shut. But
whatever you want done, you just say.�
� �Tell her to move
away from New Jersey then and take a long vacation, become a happy widow.� Tony
spoke giving her a pass. She would be reprieved from the same fate as her
husband.
�� For this Furio was
glad, but it also amused him how much the American mobs underestimated the
women, how easily touched some of the men could be. Furio still remembered his
first assignment here, beating the shit out of both a husband and his wife that
ran a brothel and drug dealership. Furio had gotten it because apparently none
of Soprano�s men wanted to beat the hell out of a woman; or rather it had been
that drug addict Christopher who had dropped the ball on that assignment as
well. �Sure, no problem Tony.� Furio nodded again at his boss� instructions.
� �Good,� Tony briefly
clapped Furio on the shoulder with his meaty hand, �The boys still playing
cards back there?�
� �No really.� Furio
shrugged, �Sil he no likes to lose eh?� Furio chuckled, �Paulie, he like to,
how you say, rub it in that he wins.�
� Tony chuckled softly
a moment and nodded as he too seemed to scent something within the cold air
riding in over the marshlands of New Jersey. The two men stood like two wolves
atop a hill on their territory, scenting the wind of any threats or upcoming
dangers. Without any other words Tony just nodded with his chin and walked off
back towards the �Bing as Furio headed off to his small car. He had some work
to do on his house as well as some serious thinking and planning.
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