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Aria had sat for what seemed
like hours and hours in that small cave. She dared not light any fires, just
cowered in the back, her heart worrying over every possible worst case scenario
for Furio. What if Turi was simply luring him in and then would kill him? A few
times she had cried nearly silently, she could not even imagine Furio not in
her life now, where she to go back to Rick today, her heart would never be able
to forget the handsome face and the intense grey eyes of her protector and
lover and yes, husband.

�Aria!� she recognized Furio�s voice instantly, �Aria, come here! Come
out!� he was nearly yelling and whooping like a madman.
In
blind happiness she ran out to him and into his arms. She couldn�t contain the
tears of happiness that ran down her cheeks. �We safe!� Furio laughed and swung
her lightly around, hoisting her even higher in his arms. �Is going to be all
Ok now, Turi has accepted us, even given us a house to stay in!�

�Oh thank God, my husband. I was so worried, so scared.� She was still
sniffling in happiness.

�Stop, stop, stop.� He kissed her tear stained face, �You no cry, I told
you before I would never leave you alone. I promised this to you, yes?�

�Si,� she answered him in
Italian. Furio gently put her down as his shoulder was still bothering him.
�Come, lets ditch this stuff and go.� He said his face looking like a kid in a
candy store. Never had she seen such happiness in Furio�s eyes, except for that
day they had first made love.
�I�ll
go get the suitcases.� She offered and half scrambled into the cave.

�No, wait.� He said and stood up stiffly looking a bit like an imposing
lion himself. �We only bring items that I bought.� With a very wicked wink he
added, �I show you what I think of anything Malco bought us.�

Since there were only a few items that Furio had bought for them
personally, basically the bare items they had come to Italy with, there was a
pile of clothes, bedding and towels Furio had rammed into the corner of the
cave. With another wicked chuckle he unzipped his fly and urinated on the pile
of supplies Malco had bought them. �This is what I think of Malco�s help, eh?�

�Oh, Furio.� Aria just stood there flabbergasted a moment, but soon she
too was nearly crying in gales of laughter. �That is just,�� she was still trying
to catch her breath from laughing as Furio finished up and tucked himself back
inside his pants.

�That is just honest Italian expression of my contempt for Malco
Cordelli and Annalisa Vittorio.� Furio nodded with a smug satisfied grin.

�It�s pretty expressive alright.� Aria was still smirking herself.

�Where�s that gun of his.� Furio held out his hand towards her, �I
destroy that too!�

Aria went to dig it out when she saw some kind of writing on the custom
inlaid handle. She had never seen it before, but her eyes fell on it now. Of
course the writing was in Italian. She went to hand the gun to her husband,
�What does that say on the handle?� she asked him.

�What, where?� he asked her as she pointed out the small cramped cursive
engraving on the side of the handle.

�Malco, your love has shot me in the heart, may this keep you safe,
Annalisa.� Furio read aloud. His eyes grew dark and then calculating a moment.
He remembered Salvatore Casertano�s words, �Someday,
you will learn that sometimes an enemy�s possessions are the sweetest of all��
Furio looked up then to the grey sky outside the cave. �Aver fatto il giro completo, Annalisa.�
He murmured. He knew the instrument of her death now, the same gun she had
given to her lover would be the one to take her life.
�What?� Aria asked
him as she touched him lightly shaking him out of his daydream. �What did you
say, love?�
�Nothing,� Furio
assured her as he slid Malco�s custom gun deep into the duffle bag. �Nothing at
all, we need to go, you will like Don Turi�s estate.� Furio smiled as they
headed back to the car.
When they returned
back to Turi Buccilla�s farm, Furio felt the smile vanish from his soul. There
were 3 trucks packed with guards awaiting them. One man, an older but strong,
thick muscular fellow waved him to stop, �I am Valerio Ladone, captain of the
guards here.� He stepped back and spit on the ground as some of the other
guards circled warily around the car. �You will follow us; we will show you
where the guest house is, but first out of the car.�
�Aria,� Furio turned
to his wife and spoke in English, right now he was so grateful she couldn�t
fluently understand Italian. �We need to step out of the car a minute, eh? They
want to check we are coming here honorably.�
She nodded and got
out of the car. Again Furio was patted down, but the men did not touch Aria. A
bunch of the men began to check over the car searching it.
�Furio, what�s going
on?� Aria asked calmly, but Furio could see the concern and confusion in her
eyes.
�Aria, just
cooperate, ask no questions. Please.� He implored her with his eyes, with his
steady voice. They could not show fear, either of them or the guards would
think something was wrong. Thankfully his wife was made of stern stuff; she
nodded briefly at him and then acted as though this kind of stuff happened to
her everyday.
�I have heard of you
Giunta,� Valerio had sidled up to Furio. There was a large AK-47 slung across
his broad shoulders, �Had heard the tales from Don Turi for years. So you were
one of the most feared enforcers of the Vittorio�s. Now you get to come work
for us, eh?�
�So Don Turi had
generously offered me.� Furio said casually. He noticed Valerio�s dialect was
different, Sicilian not Neapolitan.
Several of the
guards nodded an all clear to the imposing captain and then stepped back, their
guns at a more relaxed position now.
�Ok, let�s go.�
Valerio said to the whole group and men began to climb back into 4-wheeled
drive trucks and jeeps, a truck in front, Furio and his wife in the middle and
two trucks behind them.
�Everything is Ok?�
Aria asked lightly once they were in motion again. �Yes, mia amore.� Furio forced the smile on his face. He hoped and prayed
it would be Ok, but he was frankly surprised by the large impressive turn out
of guards. He was not expecting this, he could only hope this was not a set up
from Don Turi, and even worse, he prayed if it was that they would kill Aria
quickly.
The Mercedes
bounced around the gravelly and rutted roads as they wound their way past
orchards with grape arbors, and fields with apple and peach trees. In the far
distance he could see several fine horses out grazing on rich grass and on
another field several dozens of cows and steers grazing away as well. They
wound their way around some more wooded areas and Furio saw an impressive wine
making building. He knew Don Turi was known for producing some of the best wine
in all of Naples, but to see the man�s expansive estate was astounding indeed.
He glanced at Aria, hoping she was not nervous, but instead she was looking
intently out the window, her eyes lost in the beauty and splendor of all she
was seeing. �Oh my God, but this is the most beautiful thing I have seen!� she
said with a look of astonishment. �He owns all this?!?�
�Oh yes,� Furio
nodded, �All this. Don Turi is a very powerful man, as is his clan and famiglia.�
A rustic but
beautiful wooden house had suddenly loomed up on the side of the woods, its
back yard wide and open giving scenic views of the grape fields and also part
of Mt. Vesuvius in the distance. It looked quite large, probably at least a 2
bedroom. The trucks were pulling in now to guest house, and all the guards
began to once again pile out.
But they were not leveling any guns at anyone; in fact many
of them were holding back barely contained looks of amusement.
�Furio and Aria
Giunta,� Valerio Ladone said, �Welcome to your new home, welcome to the
Buccilla famiglia.� Valerio then
walked over to Furio and embraced him fully giving him a hard clasp on the
shoulders. One by one each of the guards repeated the same gesture, a welcoming
embrace of acceptance. Valerio was the only one who gave Aria a gentle embrace
and quick kiss on the cheek. �I hope you like it here, Aria.� He said with a
nod.
Aria looked
helplessly at Furio a moment and Furio translated what Valerio said for her.
�She doesn�t speak Italian yet, but she is learning.� Furio said to Valerio and
the rest of the guards.
�Well certainly I
hope so!� the front door opened and the short heavyset underboss, Salvatore
Casertano came out, his arms spread wide to embrace Aria, �If she is going to
someday be of blood clan, and is your wife she better learn it, eh?� he hugged
her strongly and gave her a kiss on the cheek. �Hello gorgeous one,� he said.
�You are the one he protects so fiercely eh?� He stepped back and glanced at
Furio, �Don�t even bother to translate,� he laughed warmly, �In her heart she
knows I speak the truth.�
Several of the
guards laughed, and then most of them began moving off to go light up some
cigarettes or talk among themselves in small groups.
�Aria, this is
Salvatore Casertano.� Furio introduced the two of them in English for her
benefit.
Salvatore gave
Furio a quick embrace and led the three of them inside the guest house. Furio
was floored, it was indeed fully furnished and Don Turi�s description of �not
bad� was an understatement, the place was elegant and indeed large. Comfortable
but tasteful furniture decorated the living room, there was a full kitchen a
small dining nook that had a view of the spectacular foothills and Mt.
Vesuvius, there were several elegant rugs scattered around the dark, rich
hardwood floors, and a beautiful stone fireplace. On the walls were some
taxidermied boar�s heads, and deer heads, near the front table was a thick
haired rug from some large animal.
�Come, come.�
Salvatore led them both into the kitchen grinning. �The guards and everyone
chipped in to get you started.� The kitchen was fully stocked with everything
from some of Don Turi�s best wine, to fresh sausages, cheeses and hams, the
panties overflowing with food and staples needed for a married couple. There
was even a gift basket filled with fresh fruit and some expensive champagne.
�Salvatore, I am
touched deeply�� Furio was at a true loss for words. He was glad he had been
given an opportunity to prove himself to Don Turi and his famiglia, but this�This outpouring of kindness for someone who used
to be a hated enemy of their clan overwhelmed him and warmed his heart more
than he could say.
�Don Turi meant
what he said, you protected his godson and he sees in you someone who is
devoutly loyal.� Salvatore whispered for Furio�s ear alone. �You have a
weapon?�
�Yes, two pistols.�
Furio nodded to the underboss.
�Good so you are
set, weapon wise then. Now,� Salvatore reached into his pants pocket again,
�You said you had a car to sell me for 10 euros?� he grinned.
Furio handed over
the keys to the Mercedes, he would not have wanted it anyway and it would be
foolish for him to drive around in Malco�s stolen car advertising his
whereabouts. He would have to be very discreet and go undercover now to be able
to kill his traitorous cousin Annalisa.
�10 Euros.�
Salvatore counted them out. �But, but�� he said with a grin on his pudgy face,
his eyes crinkled in inner amusement. �You see that grey Ford Mondeo? That is
yours now. Is that fair trade for the Mercedes?�
�Yes, yes my
friend.� He gave Salvatore another quick embrace; he had to fight hard the
emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He truly was home now, in his heart
and soul.
�Now, you two clean
up, relax. Don Turi has invited you both to dine with him and his family tomorrow
night, and he and I both agree you need a good week to relax with your wife and
to heal.� Salvatore touched Furio�s still healing shoulder, �I will get you
some decent pain killers for it. After a week though I have that business I
need you to take care of.� He nodded.
�Consider it done,
whatever you want.� Furio gave him another quick embrace and then Salvatore
turned and gave Aria another warm hug and kiss on the cheek. �She is pretty now
Furio,� he teased his distant cousin, �I bet all polished up she could break a
man�s heart, or capture it fully. She has obviously captured yours.�
Furio looked ready
to open his mouth to tell Aria what was said when Salvatore motioned him to
relax, �Ah, don�t bother to translate that either.� Salvatore said with a wink
and then walked out of the house.
�Well, what you
think?� Furio turned to Aria as both of them felt their hearts bursting with
joy and amazement.
�You mean besides
that I love you?� She hugged him and pulled his head down into a passionate
kiss. �I think it�s beautiful, like you my protector.� She murmured.
The first thing the two of them did was
clean up and shower under warm water, even the bathroom had been stocked up
with soaps, shampoos, shaving items. There was nothing they would need, except
for clothing, and this Furio would go buy himself tomorrow from the nearby
village.
Both felt so much better after cleaning up,
and looking civilized again. Furio was like an artist unleashed in a studio as
he happily began to work cooking up a huge dinner for the two of them. Aria lit
a nice fire in the fireplace to add to the ambience. There were two thick terry
robes in here, so Aria went about washing the few clothes they did have.
Nothing needed to be spoken between them as they occasionally worked side by
side or passed one another, their eyes kept locking on one another�s as lovers,
their hearts bridged any language gaps between them. Still in their robes they ate their dinner
together in front of the roaring fire, as Furio taught her the different names
of food in Italian and she helped him work on his English.
�Now,� Furio looked
at her finally, �I do what I have wanted to do fully with you, yes?� he smiled
a deep mischievous grin. �You husband is now going to carry you over the
bedroom threshold the proper way.� He scooped her up and carried her out of the
living room and into the large bedroom with an elegant four poster queen-sized
bed.
At this moment in
time he wanted nothing more than to be with her, inside of her, and a part of
her in all ways. To feel the life, the love, the strength and vulnerability and
spirit that was all her. He lay her down
in on the elegant bed and knelt over her, his eyes looked into hers giving
himself totally to her, taking all of her essence in him. He lay atop her and
let his lips linger softly over hers, touching lightly, tasting. He could feel
her warm breath, the sweet innocent smell of her. His hands slid up her body
running lightly over her ribs, pausing to caress her breast and to brush
lightly her nipple. The sensations caused electricity to ripple up and down her
body.
As
they continued to kiss more passionately, he bought his hands further up, his
thumbs caressing the curve of her soft delicate throat, the soft angle of her
jaw. He rolled on his back, pulling her
up onto his chest; he could feel the passion and fire that was ignited deep
within her, deep within both of them.
His
own body was a live wire, fully aroused in all ways, his own skin tingling with
the soft feel of her bare flesh against his, the ticklish way her long red hair
draped over him and touched with feathery touches his chest and neck. Her lips kissed and tasted his freshly shaven
cheek, his lips, and nibbled seductively at his neck. She climbed up further
onto him, straddling his fully aroused manhood, using her hips to tease it and
taunt it fueling the fire deeps even more within him.
Furio�s pulse felt as deep and roaring as the
primal pulse of the lands outside. His chest heaved deeply, as he struggled to
control the fire he felt within. So badly he wanted to just impale her on his
manhood and take her so intense and hard, but not yet. He, like Aria wanted to build their inner
fire until it was a great mutual bonfire of passion, until it exploded out of
control with such sexual need for one another as to drive them to that highest
plane of joining. He allowed her to
tease and seduce his manhood and inner fire, as he mutually aroused hers. Hands
on her soft breasts, then pulling her close, lips on lips, breath drawing
breath.
Finally after she knew she had aroused him to
the point of near explosiveness she eased herself onto his large throbbing
manhood. Slowly, carefully, since his large size was both painful and totally
arousing. She had gotten just passed the
rim of his soft, hot cock tip, when finally no longer in control of himself, he
reached up and grabbed her around her waist.
Holding onto her with an immovable iron grasp he thrust his hips up
hard, forcefully driving the first 6 inches of his hard cock into her.
She
gasped and moaned atop him with a loud primal cry of lust. So delicious was the
pain and the pleasure, the sudden intrusion of his hard member, impaling her
almost as though it was a knife to her soul.
Giving her just barely a moment to recover, he thrust up from beneath
her again, impaling her on the final 3 inches.
Aria�s
body went nearly limp from the experience. The pleasure drove her mind to that
dreamlike fringe of otherworldliness. Her mind a hazy cloud of love, arousal, fullness
and sweet exquisite pleasure so intense it threatened to overwhelm her every
senses.
Furio
sat up with her near limp body still firmly impaled on him. Strong arms
supported her as he enfolded her closely for a moment, giving his own strength
to her, rocking gently inside her, keeping her in that haze of dreamlike experience.
His
own pulse was a primal driving drumbeat that echoed through his very core. He
lay her down on her back as he now took the top position, his weight crushing
her into the deep, soft comfort of the bed.
His hands held her wrists as he began to rhythmically rock and thrust
into her, bringing them both to that edge of dream like pleasure. The timeless
trance of that most intimate and entwining dance that two souls could make.
Still
in a cloud of numbness and overwhelming physical senses she clamped her inner
muscles down on his cock, driving him even more insane with desire and
pleasure. She could feel him then, not just physically in her with his body,
but the joining of their souls. This was always the most intense part for her. The
awareness in the great vastness of mind-numbing pleasure and love, of her Furio
being there together, along side of her and in her as though joining with her
very matrix of life. It was an
experience that mere words could never describe. It was ethereal, magical.
And
then as their souls merged in the final throes of the timeless dance that was
theirs alone, their bodies merged in the most intimate act of mutual passion
and pleasure. Furio�s body groaned with the great mind numbing pull of his
orgasm deep inside her, filling her fully with his seed. Aria�s body cried in
ultimate pleasure beneath him, so intense that it caused tears to course down
her face. Never had it been this intense, this deep, almost spiritual with him.
Never had it been like this with any man for her.
Furio
leaned heavily over her, in the last spasms of mutual orgasm, his own face nuzzled
against hers as he wiped away the tears of her pleasure, of their intense love
making. Together their bodies and souls floated down, gently down, like two
feathers still entwined. Aria was too weak for words; instead she merely smiled
at him, her green eyes speaking volumes of love and trust in them.
�Ti amo mi moglie,� Furio murmured in her
ear, �I will always be with you. Your need of me makes me whole, it gives me
purpose, eh.�
Barely remembering
the rest of the night, Furio tucked her in bed along side of him as she pressed
her naked body close along side his, her head on his chest. It was the first
night she did not dream of her former husband and life.
She awoke the next
morning and saw him in bed looking at her with his intense grey eyes. �Buon giorno
amore mia.� He smiled at her.
�G�morning love,�
she returned the greeting and playfully grabbed his loose hair. �How long have
you been up staring at me?� she tickled him with her good leg.
�I dunno,� he said,
�maybe an hour?�
�Voyeur!� she
giggled and grabbed at him trying to roll atop him. �What?� he chuckled back at
her feistiness allowing her to pin him down a moment, �You no like your husband
looking at you?�
�I love my husband looking at me.� She
murmured and nibbled at his ear, then tried tickling him. He easily rolled her
off him and now he pinned her down beneath him, sitting naked atop her.
�Well good.� He
said, �Cause you have no choice, I like looking at you.� He playfully teased.
�I go make breakfast, you can shower first.�
�Ok, ok.� She
relented, �let me up!� They kissed briefly and she went and showered in the
elegant bathroom. After the tiny hunting shack, the cramped tenement apartment
in New York, the run down fishing shanty and the cave, this place was
positively heaven. So rustic with old world charm, but yet with classic and
historical strength to it. She figured
Don Turi must be a very wealthy man indeed to own all this land, and this was
just a guest house-caretakers house.
During breakfast
Furio explained a few more basic details to her, how Don Turi and Salvatore
Casertano were now the men he would work for and she should show them as much
respect as she could. �There will be times I will have to be away in the next
coming weeks here and there, taking care of some minor jobs for them. I will
also be working some here on the estate, whatever odd jobs they want me to do.
Remember what we talked about before on the beach, yes? Omerta, anything you
and I say, or you overhear, you never talk about. Even some things I do, you
never talk about. Some things no matter how much I love or trust you I just
cannot discuss, so don�t ask me to talk about, Ok? Be a respectful woman, but no be kowtowed
either, you are my wife and the men should treat you with respect. If they
don�t you come to me privately and let me know. Today you and I are going down
into the town and going shopping for clothes and other goodies, so finish up.�
As they were
driving out to the front they saw several of the guards waved at them and
Valerio pulled them up, �Hey Furio, you got time later maybe we share a glass
of wine, eh?�
�Anytime, Valerio.
I have dinner tonight with Don Turi, but before then or tomorrow or whenever
you want.�
�I�ll drop by this
afternoon maybe if it�s not too late. If it is, then tomorrow invite me for
lunch.� He nodded running his hand through his short cropped hair.
Furio nodded and put the car back into gear.
He felt safe wearing a weapon on him again, so he wore Malco�s custom Beretta
9mm inside the pocket of his leather jacket. �Valerio wants to come visit
either today or tomorrow.� He told Aria as they sped down the road towards the
town of Capua, �He�s the main boss of the guards, so probably a good man to
know, best if I stay on his good side eh?� Furio said as explanation. Furio was
indeed curious about the man; he was interested to hear how a Sicilian was now
working with the Camorra.
The rest of the morning was spent as Furio
and Aria bought themselves� new clothes, new shoes and had an enjoyable lunch
out together. Furio took her to a jewelry shop and bought her a few gold
necklaces and a bracelet, and a thick gold chain bracelet for himself. He stopped
at a tailor and had himself a nice suit measured out that would be ready for
him in a week or two, and then they finally stopped at a leatherworker where
Furio picked up a shoulder holster for his gun and also special leather strap
he could wear on his leg to conceal either a small snub nosed pistol or a long
stiletto. The sun was out shining
brightly and it was balmy now here in Capua, the warm late April air like
medicine for their souls.
Finally for their
last stop Furio took him and his wife to a local doctor for check ups to their
healing injuries. The doctor was shocked at the extent of Aria�s healing
wounds, but said that since so much time had passed since the initial injury
there was little that could be done, especially on her knee, without major
surgery and even then it was no guarantee. He snapped an X-ray of her skull and
indeed it had been broken, but was fusing as best it could, healing strongly.
Furio still had some minor infection in his shoulder and the doctor gave him
some antibiotics and painkillers but he said only time could heal the wound.
On the way back
home, their car loaded with packages, Furio looked almost sad, �I wish I could
get you more things, better things. I could in Napoli, but I don�t dare take
you inside the city. Too many people looking for me there. In time though, I
get you some clothes and gifts worthy of a queen.�
�Furio, I don�t need
things. I am happy to just have you. You make me feel like a queen, Ok?� she
squeezed his hand and he smiled warmly over at her. �I still get you some stuff
there when I have a chance. You special to me, I like to make my wife look
pretty. Maybe someday I buy you that house near the ocean we wanted.�
�I told you�� She
rolled her eyes at him nearly exasperated with him, �I am content just to have
you. Can�t you believe I am telling you the truth?� she smiled.
�I know you are.�
They turned back into the entranceway for Don Turi�s massive farm, �and I am
glad to have you. I guess I keep you.� He said with a wicked grin.
�You�re lucky your
driving!� she hit him lightly on the arm, �Or I would I would kick your ass
Furio!�
The teasing
continued playfully between them when they pulled up to their house, and they
indeed ended up playfully grappling and wrestling until the wrestling turned
into a much more intimate physical dance between them.
That night with new
clothing and cleaned up the two of them ate at Don Turi�s big house along with
Salvatore Casertano and his wife, Turi�s youngest daughter Gianna and her children
and Turi�s eldest son Stefan and his wife, children and grandchildren. The
place was overflowing with people and Aria thought she would be overwhelmed by
them all, especially since she didn�t speak the language. Don Turi greeted her
warmly and he actually did speak English as well as Furio, Turi�s university
educated daughter Gianna spoke it fluently as well. While Don Turi was a �simple� but impressive
man in just his mere character, his daughter, around Aria�s age, was definitely
flashy and a bit snobbish.
Furio was as happy as a clam at being part of
a big Italian gathering and family again, smiling and laughing as Aria had not
seen him with anyone else but her. After the meal Furio enjoyed playing with
Gianna�s young children and Turi�s grandchildren for awhile and then meandered
off as many men did in small groups to discuss business that was obviously only
for men. The women tended to congregate in their own groups serving food,
gossiping or watching over the boisterous kids.
Finally late at
night around midnight Aria and Furio made their way back to their guesthouse.
�You have a good time?� Furio asked her.
�It wasn�t bad; I
was just overwhelmed a bit I guess.� She said a bit hesitantly. She knew he had
been having a wonderful time and it made her happy to see him so relaxed again.
�What is this mean,
�overwhelmed�?� he gently asked not sure what she meant.
�You know, a bit
nervous?� she faced him, �I guess there were so many people and my Italiano is still so woefully awful, I
just felt out of place, an outsider, you know?�
�Ah.� Furio said
understanding now. �You not an outsider, Aria. It just takes time, I know this
is hard on you, this culture shock and all, but you make me so proud, eh?� He
kissed her briefly as they were just about to enter the guesthouse when a soft
cough made Furio quickly spin around on full alert. It was the capo of the
guards, Valerio.
�Sorry.� He nodded
towards Furio, as he materialized out of the dark night. �I�m not interrupting
am I? You got time for that quick glass of wine? I bought some smokes for us;
we can sit on the porch and talk briefly.�
�Yes, of course.�
Furio motioned to him. �Please, I�ll go get the wine.� He then turned back to Aria and spoke in
English to his wife, �Look, I�m going to sit out here and have a few glasses of
wine with Valerio, you wait for me in the bedroom. If you fall asleep I will
wake you when I get back in.� Furio walked in with her, grabbed a bottle of
wine a couple of glasses and then headed back outside.
Aria paused a moment in the kitchen, she
could hear the two men�s low voices speaking in Italian as they both sat down
on the wooden stairs. With a slight sigh she walked into the bedroom and
undressed getting ready for bed. It was perhaps the only time since she had
been here that she now felt so much an outsider with these Italians and their
language and customs.
Crickets and night
insects buzzed and chirped softly from the fields and woodlands around the
guesthouse and farm as Furio poured out two glasses of wine for him and
Valerio. �You have a good dinner with Don Turi?� Valerio asked as he lit up a
cigarette and offered one to Furio.
�Yes,� Furio said taking one of the proffered
cigarettes and handing Valerio his glass of wine, �My heart has longed to be
back here at home in Italy, no matter what my mind said about being in the U.S.�
�I bet.� Valerio
took a drink of wine as he looked out across the dark fields only some soft
lights here and there from the stables or winery. �But then Annalisa sent you
there, not like you had much choice in it.�
Furio shrugged,
�What can I do? I go where I am sent. You know how it is.�
�Oh yes I do
indeed.� Valerio leaned back and drew hard on his cigarette. �So I will tell
you my amusing tale, I am sure you are curious how a Sicilian is now running
with those in Naples, eh?� Furio nodded
lightly as he drank his own wine, �I did wonder.� he admitted.
With a quick drink of his wine, Valerio began
his tale, �For many years I was on the police force in Palermo, I was young and
had a lot of high ideals then, you know. Thought I could change the world or
maybe even eventually get into the military and go more to the north, somewhere
near Rome or Tuscany.� He paused a moment, �Of course my lofty ideals over the
years changed and hardened and I soon came into the pocket of a certain Don
Perrino. I had the best of both worlds, money from �The Friends� for certain
favors and being taken care of by others as well. I got pulled in more and soon
it wasn�t even just simple favors, or looking the other way but more darker and
direct involvement.� He paused and made a half hearted hand gesture, �You know,
when a rival of Perrino�s was arrested he might be harmed as he resisted, or
commit suicide in jail.�
Furio glanced at the hardened man; Valerio appeared
to be in his early 50�s but was still thick and strong as a bull. He had a few
cruel scars on his face, and hard eyes that looked cold and wary of life in
general. He wondered how many internal
scars on his soul, Valerio had.
�So anyway,� Valerio
spat on the ground and then took another drink of wine, �All good things come
to an end. To make a very long story short, as the government began to crack
down on things in Sicily, Don Perrino was ready to hand me in on a silver
platter to the government to protect his own sons and family. Don Turi had some
loose ties with Perrino and �The Friends� down there and so he made a deal as
he was looking for a good enforcer and triggerman. I�ve been with him and the Camorrista now for nearly 20 years,
about 8 years ago when the last capo of the guards was killed by a car bomb in
Naples; I was promoted to head of all the guards here on the estate.�
Furio leaned back
listening to the sounds of the night, feeling the warm late spring air flow
over him. It was gorgeous and peaceful out here, he felt relaxed and good. He
sipped his own glass of wine and took a drag of his cigarette and just glanced
over towards Valerio �Interesting story.� He said mildly. He knew there was
more that Valerio was wanting, that this was not just Valerio�s way of trying
to buddy up with him, so he was waiting for the �real offer� but he knew
protocol dictated small talk first.
�I�ve heard about
your tale already.� Valerio pulled out an elegant carved pocket knife and
flicked it open as he idly began using it to peel off the label on the wine
bottle, �What man hasn�t, eh? It�s not every day we get someone from Vittorio�s
clan wanting to come into the nest of vipers.� He chuckled a minute. �Already
word of your message to Annalisa on Malco�s body got out. I am sure she is
livid with rage, in fact word is on the streets your head is commanding a high
price, my friend.�
�Not surprising,�
Furio said, �She fucked me over twice now and like your Don Perrino left my ass
hanging in the wind. If she wants to play with the big boys then she knows what
to expect.�
�So she does.�
Valerio said and then turned his full attention to Furio, �Look what I wanted
to offer you was this. You and I are in similar boats, we came here as
outsiders to prove ourselves, I respect you Giunta, I really do. That being
said I know you are on wary guard here, not surprising. But I wanted to let you
know you have someone watching your back. Me. Whatever you need to do, whatever
is called for you to do, I will help you with.� And then holding up the knife
so Furio could see, Valerio took the sharpened blade and cut the pad of his
thumb with it bringing up a line of blood. �Eh?�
Furio sat there
stunned a moment. The man wanted to make a �blood oath� with him? Such an oath
was never taken lightly; it meant that in some respects you were pledging oath
and protection that might even go against the very famiglia you were serving under. Furio had only ever made one other
blood oath with someone, and that man had betrayed him 3 weeks ago.
�You don�t want to
make a blood oath with me, Val.� Furio said levelly as he leaned forward and
looked at the ground between his feet. He glanced out the corner of his eye and
could see Valerio hadn�t moved a muscle, he still held his thumb up with a line
of blood trickling down his thick hand and wrist. �There are things I must do,
that you do not want to be a part of.� Furio continued, �Things that Turi would
never authorize for you to be a part of. Besides, I made that oath with only
one other��
�Yeah I know.�
Valerio interrupted him, �and he betrayed you. Which is why I don�t make the
offer lightly.� He took the knife and with an expert flick sent it into the
ground near Furio�s feet. �But I am not like that one; I have never made one of
these oaths with anyone.� The hardened man said almost softly.
�Then why me?�
Furio narrowed his eyes at the man who still sat there with his thumb raised up
like some dour and grizzled Roman emperor giving the thumbs up sign. �Why do
you put all this on the line for someone you do not even know, but who was an
enemy of this famiglia? Why put all
this on the line when it could endanger all you have worked for? You and I, we
don�t even have any history between us.�
Now it was Valerio
who glanced up with a hint of surprise in his hard eyes. �You don�t know, do
you?� he asked mildly surprised, �You mean Salvatore Casertano or someone else
hasn�t told you yet?�
Furio felt the hair
prickle at the base of his neck. �No, tell me what?� he asked levelly.
Valerio gave a long
deep sigh and pulled out another cigarette for himself, and lit it, finally
letting this cut thumb rest over the dirt, where it still dripped a bit
steadily. �I had thought you had already heard, but I might as well be the one
to tell you then.� He glanced at the knife next to Furio�s feet but made no
move to pick it up. He spat on the ground again and took a long drink of wine
before beginning to speak once again.
�When I first came to this famiglia, to Don Turi, I was a soldier, just like anyone else. I
was sent directly into Naples just as the war between the Vittorio famiglia was at its height. I and
another man were specifically sent to do a hit on a capo, the man who was the
brother of Don Zio Vittorio��
Furio�s ears
stopped listening at that point, to be filled only with the rushing sound of
blood in his ears. He felt as though Valerio had just reached over and punched
him in the stomach knocking the wind out of him. Furio�s mind wavered to that
hot day in July when his whole family, his father Vincenzo, his mother Maria
and his younger sister Michele were coming to pick him up where he and Malco
had been hanging out near the northern part of the city.
His father and family had been stuck in a
typical Naples traffic jam, when two gunmen ran up to the car and opened fire
killing his mother and sister instantly and leaving his father with two bullets
in his skull. Furio had only been 18 then and he had always carried that guilt
in his heart. A few other men had run past him as they heard the gunshots, and
one of them, already a soldier in Don Zio�s family skidded to a stop near Furio
and Malco. �Furio, oh shit, it�s your family. Your father and your mother and
sister�� two months later Furio had signed up to take his rage and vendetta out
on as many of Buccilla�s people as he could, getting lucky and taking out Turi
Buccilla�s 23 year old son, Carlino nearly a year later.
But now� His cold eyes turned towards
Valerio, he could feel such rage in his veins, such constricted pain in his
soul. He looked down at his hand, unconsciously he had scooped up the knife
Valerio had flicked into the ground and he held it in his hand as murderous
rage thundered in his ears. He knew deep in his heart that Valerio had been the
one of the two men who had killed his mother and sister. The man who hit his
father was not experienced and not an accurate shot; it was why his father had
survived. But a law enforcement person, a former soldier, he would know exactly
where to hit.
Valerio said nothing, made no move for
several long seconds, finally he just glanced over at Furio the hard eyes
morose and sad for a moment. Almost wearily he picked up his glass of wine and
simply drank it. �You would of heard the story sooner or later Giunta.� He
simply said.
Furio wanted nothing more at that moment than to drive that knife right into Valerio�s
eye socket and twist it into his brain, but he knew what was past was past. He
had killed Turi�s son and many of Buccilla�s people over the years in revenge
for that act. He had been the one coming here with hat in hand to swear fealty
to Turi Buccilla and to live in the nest of vipers that was once his most hated
rivals and yet they had taken him in.
He felt his chest constrict once in a strangled moan of pain
as he slammed down his inner most emotions and then with a sudden and vicious
hiss he bought the knife down across his own thumb and held it out towards
Valerio, a trickle of blood coursing down his own wrist. �You offered me the
blood oath.� He said in a low dangerous voice, �Then we make it.�
With sudden and
deadly accuracy Furio flung the knife back towards Valerio and it stuck into
the wooden porch just millimeters from the large man�s leg. Valerio pulled it
out of the porch and reopened the wound on his thumb and together the two men
silently pressed their thumbs together. They were oath bound as true brothers
now, an oath even deeper than that of the Famiglia.
Valerio poured out
the rest of the wine and the two men drank silently for several long moments.
�So,� he asked finally, quietly. �What is the favor Don Turi wants you to do
for permanent admittance into his famiglia?�
With a thin smile on
his lips and his voice barely above a whisper, Furio turned towards the man,
�We are going to kill my cousin, Val.�
Valerio just nodded
a slight smirk on his own hard face. �Sounds good to me, Giunta. Salute.�
�Salute.� Furio returned the toast
quietly. The two men spent the next 20 minutes just quietly in their own
thoughts finishing the wine and another cigarette, no more words spoken between
them.
Finally Valerio Ladone stood up and ran a
hand through his closely cropped hair. He leaned down and retrieved the knife
he and Furio had used to make the blood oath and then after a few seconds
closed it and handed it almost gently to Furio. �It�s yours now.� He said
quietly. �Talk to me when you are ready to plan that thing, I will keep my ears
open also. Good night.� and then he just quietly melted into the darkness.
Furio was actually
glad that Aria had fallen asleep when he reentered the house. His mind was just
in to much of a tailspin over the strange meeting with Valerio, now the man who
had killed his family and nearly killed his father was his �blood brother�,
oath sworn to protect him no matter what.
Furio still couldn�t understand Valerio�s need to do this, but as
payment for his past transgression against Furio he was more than willing to
take the blood oath and hold Valerio in his debt. He glanced at the knife and
saw that it was a standard issue police blade of the highest craftsmanship.
Although old, it looked meticulously cared for, as though it was a part of
Valerio�s soul. A reminder he must have carried with like a haunted memento of
his former life.
With a sigh he
stripped down to his underwear, turned out the table lamp and slid into bed
beside his wife as he gently touched her a moment. At 42 years of age this was
the first time Furio had ever pledged his heart and soul so fully to a woman.
He had always wanted a family and a woman to love and be his partner, but the
Camorra and other things had always come first in his life. Things had just
never seemed to fall into place for him to have a family, but now things were
going his way.
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