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�� Furio tried to lean
casually against the wall of the backroom in the Bada Bing, while he was
playing cards with Silvio Dante. By the pool table Paulie �Walnuts� was going
on about something. The man grated on Furio�s last nerve, and apparently Sil�s
as well, as Silvio finally looked up at Paulie, �Will you shut da hell up
already about the damn Ernest thing! You messed up Paulie, not me, tell it to
Tony.�
�� Hey, hey!� Paulie
always let his temper run his mouth; always spoke before he thought it out. �It
was the skip�s idiot nephew Chris, who screwed it up! Not me!�
� �Christopher screwed
up what.� Tony Soprano suddenly entered from the outside entrance as he caught
the last of Paulie�s rant.
�� Nuthin�.�
Paulie glared and tried to quickly slink back off to the pool table.
�� Don�t give me,
�nothing� Paulie!� Tony now spoke with a hard edge to him, his muscles tensing
up as he stared down Paulie. �If you gotta beef with Christopher then lemme
hear it, otherwise don�t be flapping your gums about shit you don�t know!� Tony
was definitely in a bad mood today. �So what about Chris??� Tony persisted, not
ready to let it drop. Both Furio and Silvio just glanced idly over at the
confrontation between Tony and Paulie.
�� Paulie stood up and
now worked to slam down his temper, he knew better than to be spouting shit in
front of the Boss especially about his nephew no matter how screwy the kid was.
�Nothin� Tone. I�m sorry, Ok? I got no beef with
Chris, I was just mistaken.� He held his hands out briefly in a submissive
gesture letting Tony know he wanted no more flack with the Boss.
� Tony turned away
from Paulie as he dropped a sack of greasy take out food on his desk.
�Furio, you got that thing today with Pandellino, right?�
�� Yeah, in fact��
Furio threw down his hand of cards and stretched his powerful muscles. �I be
going, got to get ready on that thing.�
�� Tony�s look
softened a moment towards Furio. He knew just how deadly the Neapolitan
enforcer was and he was so glad he had gotten Furio in the deal with Annalisa
Vittorio. Furio could do a lot of this messy work he didn�t want his more
visible soldiers doing. �You need anyone to go with to assist?� He asked, but
he already knew what Furio�s answer would be.
�� No, I got it.�
Furio nodded then added to Silvio, �We finish this later, eh? You were beating
me anyway.� He threw down a 50$ bill towards Silvio and then shrugging on his
thin, black leather jacket turned and left out of the Bada Bing.
�� That guy fuckin�
freaks me out sometimes.� Paulie nodded after Furio had left, �Those zips are a
lot different than what I am used to.�
� �Leave him alone,
Paulie.� Silvio groused as he reached over and snagged some French fries from
Tony. �That guy does the work of 5 of our lazy associates, and besides, that�s
the way those guys from the other side are.� He chewed the fries, �All business
like that. They don�t take shit from no one.�
�� Furio had already
made some quick phone calls to both Enzo and Giancarlo, he had learned that
Rudolfo Pandellino was trying to �hide out� on the lower East Side of New York
from him, and that Reggie Dalmazzio always had a habit of walking his big
intimidating Doberman down by the docks every evening around 8pm. He was going
to have a busy night ahead of him.
� Since Furio already
knew Rudolfo was not at the hardware store, he stopped there first. Lorena was
working behind the counter and Furio waited for her to finish with the one
customer before he respectfully approached her. As soon as she looked up into
his eyes, his heart pounded with rage. Her face was now not only bruised, but
he could see where newly stitched cuts lined her cheek and disappeared down her
throat, which was covered with a scarf.
�� What
he do to you!?!� Furio growled more harshly than he intended. Lorena
tried to turn away, now in Italian Furio ordered again, �He tried to cut your
throat didn�t he?�
� She wanted to turn
away but he had now come around the counter and one hand gripped her shoulder.
She was not scared of Furio, but she respected him. Knew what he represented and
she knew what was now going to happen to Rudolfo. All she could do was nod,
yes. A single tear escaped her puffy eye, no matter how she fought to stop it.
�� Shhh,� Furio
soothed briefly, as he gently stroked her hair a moment. �Listen. I have good
news for you on what I promised, but listen carefully to me, Ok? I need your
help in this.�
�� She nodded and then
closed up the store and invited him into the back office where she poured him a
cup of fresh coffee. �I knew this was coming, Furio Giunta, but I am also
scared. Now I am out there with no protection, what if Dalmazzio�s people��
� Furio held up a hand
gently interrupting her. �Never mind about Dalmazzio.
He will be taken care of tonight. But in two hours, you are going to be letting
in about 10 of my friends. They are going to take all the merchandise in your
store, you let them Ok? In fact it would be better for you if you just go to a
safe place.� Furio now wrote down the address of Enzo�s apartment, where he
knew Maria and Sophia would take care of the fellow immigrant Italian woman
like their own sister. �These people here will take care of you; will get you
set up until your family can get here from Sicily.� Furio slid the piece of
paper towards her. �Also, I will be sending an envelope with some cash from
what we are able to sell from all this.� He waved his hand briefly around the
store. �It won�t be much, but it will help you eat, survive and be comfortable
until your family comes here.�
�� Why do you do this
Furio?� She asked again, a look on her face between sadness, fear and
uncertainty. �Why do you help me out? You are Camorran, from Napoli, and I am
just the daughter of a Sicilian Mafiosi.�
�� It doesn�t
matter.� He looked down at his coffee cup. �I told you before, Lorena. I made a
promise to you. There is nothing I am asking in return for this favor, except
that one day when I ask you for a favor, a small one, you will return it to me.
Here in America; Mafia, Camorra, Ndragheta, it makes no difference. We all
cooperate among one another; the old prejudices are laid to rest.�
�� She nodded and
sniffed back anymore tears. She then walked around and gave Furio a brief
respectful hug and kiss on the cheek. �Thank you, Furio Giunta.� She said and
Furio saw the strength return to her proud eyes. �Thank you for doing this
favor for me. I will indeed repay you with whatever favor you ask in the
future. As for your friends, the store will be opened for them in a few hours
so they can take whatever they want. I will even just give them the key and
then go over to�� She glanced at the piece of paper he had written on, �Sophia
and Maria Garasi�s.�
� Furio nodded and
stood up as he finished off his cup of coffee. �Good, I am glad to hear. I will
be checking on you to make sure you are safe and Enzo�� he smiled a moment,
�Enzo is a good man, he will make sure you are safe as well.� A part of Furio
almost hoped that Enzo and Lorena would eventually hook up, Lorena would make
some made man, a very lucky and good wife.
�� Furio left the store and hooked up with
Giancarlo a few blocks over. �Everything is set; we stop and let Enzo know to
move his men into the store in two hours.� Furio had already briefed Enzo on
what to do; to completely take all the merchandise out of Rudy�s Hardware,
where it would be sold on the street and over the internet as �swag�. After
they had literally cleaned out the whole store, Enzo and crew would torch the
place to destroy any evidence or fingerprints.
� �You look pissed off
my friend.� Giancarlo lit one of his cigars as he cracked open the window of
Furio�s car, �What is wrong?�
�� Rudolfo Pandellino
pisses me off.� Furio grunted roughly. �I was going to make it a quick job, but
now�� he paused, �Now I want the man to suffer in his death.�
� Giancarlo just
shrugged and said nothing. He had sworn a vow to follow Furio no matter what.
He knew that it would be safer just to do a quick execution of the man, but
apparently Rudolfo had angered Furio deeply, and Giancarlo knew it was none of
his business. He was just here to help Furio kill the guy.
� �I am still planning
on doing Dalmazzio tonight as well.� Furio spoke as he made a hard right,
driving down the rough neighborhood. He was actually glad that Rudolfo had
holed up here; the people around here would be used to gunshots, drug deals and
other violence and would keep their nose out of the dark business.
� �We are leaving
Rudolfo�s body to be found, but making Dalmazzio�s clean and gone right?�
Giancarlo used the term that meant hiding the corpse so it wouldn�t be found.
� �Exactly.� Furio
nodded as they pulled up to a street and got out of the beat up car, locking
it. There would be nothing worth stealing in here anyway. They were going to
walk the other block, knowing that Pandellino would probably have look outs or
at least be wary. He knew what was coming for him.
� Both Furio and
Giancarlo had worried unnecessarily though, after a tip they found out that
Rudolfo was alone in his apartment and supposedly high as a kite on some
heroin.
With a swift kick at the rickety wooden door, Giancarlo
smashed it open and both men poured inside, their guns in hand ready to shoot.
� Rudolfo Pandellino
glanced up his eyes glazed, the rubber tourniquet still around his arm from
shooting up. He tried to focus his eyes, tried to lean over for his 357 but
Furio was much faster.
�� I thought I told you what would happen if
you harm you woman!� Furio growled in English at the man, �Now you going to be
one sorry stronzo cafone!� he dragged
Rudolfo off the couch and literally flung the man into the center of the room.
Rudolfo tried to clamber to his feet, tried to form a scream of terror, but
Furio quickly kicked him hard in the belly as he also bought the handle of his
gun down on the man�s head stunning him.
�� Giancarlo also got
a few agile kicks in on the man, and was rewarded with the awful crunch of one
of Rudolfo�s ribs snapping. After that he backed off, to be the lookout and to
let Furio have this kill. He would only interfere if Furio needed him, but it
was quite obvious that any fight was gone from Rudolfo.
� Rudolfo moaned in
pain and fear, his jaw still wired shut from where Furio had broken it last
time. �Noooo, Nooo!� he
tried to plea.
� Furio was cursing
and growling at him in Italian now as he moved in again, his fists catching the
man on his broken jaw. With a tortured groan Rudolfo collapsed in an unmoving
heap. But Furio was by no means done with him; he wanted Pandellino to suffer
the same way he had made Lorena suffer. Furio dropped down atop the man,
sitting on his chest. �Give me your garrote!� he called out to Giancarlo.
� Giancarlo tossed
Furio his garrote as Rudolfo vainly tried to throw Furio off of him. But Furio
was much stronger, much more dangerous and he was not going to be unseated from
his victim�s chest.
� �I wish I had knife,
eh?� Furio almost spoke soothingly to the man, �Then I would slice you up nice
and slow. But this will have to do for now.� He looped the garrote around
Rudolfo�s neck, but used only one hand on it, to control his victim but not
kill him yet.
� Once again Furio
unleashed his anger, his vengeance on Rudolfo�s face. His fist crashing over
and over into Pandellino�s face and head until the man was unconscious beneath
him. Furio then leaned back and now using both hands tightened the garrote
finishing him off. There was no struggling as Pandellino was already
unconscious from Furio�s vicious beating; Furio just pulled the garrote tighter
and tighter around the man�s neck, feeling Rudolfo�s wavering heartbeat beneath
him. Not until the final heartbeat did Furio finally release the garrote and
get off of the dead body. His hands ached in agony from tightening that garrote
around the man�s neck for nearly 7 minutes. �I don�t know how you use this
thing,� Furio looked up at Giancarlo with a wicked grin. �I just prefer this.�
He took his 9mm and then aiming between Rudolfo�s eyes shot a single bullet
into the already dead man�s skull. Furio always made sure his victims were
dead, a double assurance of death.
� �Come on.� Giancarlo
nodded and both Furio and he quickly left the apartment and jogged back over to
their car. As they suspected, no one even gave the two cruel assassins a second
look, preferring to stay out of it.
� Furio�s knuckles
were badly bruised, cut and bleeding from his smashing his fists repeatedly
into Rudolfo�s skull and wired teeth. He hoped his sore hands would not slow
him down when he had to do Dalmazzio later this evening. Giancarlo was now
driving and he drove them both back to his house. �Mara is out, the kids are at
school. We got a few hours here by ourselves. Come on, I fix you up.�
� Giancarlo grabbed
some beers for the both of them and also a first aid kid and some hydrogen
peroxide as he expertly cleaned up Furio�s hands and then bandaged them up for
him. �So this Dalmazzio,� Gian spoke up finally, �We want him to go down quiet,
so you let me rope him, eh? You keep his dog quiet make sure no one sees us.�
� Furio nodded
grateful for Giancarlo�s taking care of him and the beers. �Since he is part of
the Lupertazzi crew, we wear masks on his hit. It would be far too dangerous to
reveal ourselves.�
�� Enzo told me that
he heard from the grapevine, Johnny Sacrimoni is sending out feelers to Tony on
possibly whacking his own boss.� Giancarlo spoke nonchalantly as he began
putting away the first aid supplies.
�� What?!?�
Furio�s eyes blazed with surprise and also anger.
�� Yeah, seems that
Carmine is not exactly loved by some of his capos and top administration. I
know, it�s crazy what these Famiglia�s here do. No loyalty among any of their ranks.� Giancarlo
nodded, �Personally, you watch your back with that Tony Soprano eh?� he glanced
up at his friend, as their eyes met. �I don�t say this to be disrespectful, but
because you are like my brother. I don�t trust the Soprano�s as far as I could
throw them. If anything ever went wrong Tony would let you drop in a heartbeat,
I think he would let anyone in his crew drop in a heartbeat.�
� Furio remembered the
earlier argument between Tony and Paulie. He knew Gian spoke the truth. While
Furio had no choice of being here in the U.S, he really was not thrilled with
how the mobs ran here. He was disgusted with his cousin Annalisa Vittorio back
in Naples and he was now growing wary of Tony Soprano. �I�m not offended.�
Furio smiled at his friend, �And believe me, I am already heeding your advice.
I stay on Tony�s good side, but I watch him carefully.� Furio made a gesture of
pointing to his eye.
�� It�s a shame you
were not born a Sicilian, and we did not work together back in Palermo.� Gian
grinned widely, �You would have made a hell of a Mafioso, Furio. The Camorra,
they wasted a good talent. But�� he paused and punched Furio lightly on the
arm. �Personally I am glad they sent you here. Otherwise I would have never met
you, eh?�
� Furio laughed and
accepted the gentle teasing and sincere compliment from his friend. People like
Giancarlo and Enzo were the one thing that made this whole stay in New Jersey
pleasant. That, and the fact he would be soon looking to buy a house and move
his father and Uncle here to the states as well.
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