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�� Furio and Giancarlo
left his apartment before his wife and kids came home and they wandered around
to a local coffee shop where they sat around watching the women and
bullshitting for the next 4 hours until it was nearly 7:00 pm. Furio had called
Enzo once to make sure things were going as planned, and was told by a happy
Enzo that not only was all the merchandise moved out, but �Rudy�s Hardware� was
burning like a bright fall bonfire in the New Jersey evening. �Excellent.�
Furio spoke feeling immensely relieved, �I will talk with you later at our
usual place. Also, there is a guest at your house, you be nice to her, she is a
good girl eh?� Furio teased lightly, �She is widowed now and young. Maybe you
show her around, make her feel safe.�
�� Furio could hear
Enzo�s warm chuckle on the other end as the two men hung up. Furio glanced
around in the falling darkness in New York City. Even though there were people
all around him hustling here and there, he still felt like the lone wolf.
Sometimes women would glance appreciatively at the dour pony-tailed Italian
man, and sometimes people would seem to sense how dark he could be and would
instinctively back off or go wide around him. It always amused Furio to �people
watch� and he was quite good at reading people, he knew most men in this
business were good at reading people. They had to be.
� He glanced at his
watch and then went to grab Giancarlo who was flirting harmlessly with a hot
looking Latino woman. �Madonn!�
Furio hissed at his friend in Italian, �How many comare�s do you have, eh?� he grinned.
� �None
of your business, my brother.� Gian bid the hot looking lady goodbye and
then both men jogged over to Furio�s car to drive down near the docks. They both
knew it would be a long night, because after Dalmazzio�s execution, they were
going to have to chop up the body as well. Furio knew there was no way they
could use Satriale�s, but Enzo had paid off a local butcher here in New York,
so they would be doing the grisly task over there. There could be no �evidence�
what so ever of Reggie Dalmazzio�s death and disappearance or it would start an
all out war between the Soprano�s, and the Lupertazzi�s and would also
guarantee Furio�s death as well. All this was being done in secret and �off the
records� even from Tony Soprano, and unlike Paulie Gualtieri, Furio Giunta was
very good and careful in what he did.
�� They had dressed in
black shirts, black jeans, black gloves and each had a ski mask tucked into
their belt for when the time came. Right now they were simply hanging out on
the docks, trying to assure that it would be safe to do this hit. If there were
any witnesses or anything felt �wrong� they would call it off.
�� Fate was with the two hitmen that evening,
for a dark ominous fog began to roll in from the ocean, and the air was cold
with a slight drizzle. Most of the dock workers had went inside or deep into
cargo holds to keep warm or slack off. At around 7:45 Furio and Giancarlo
caught the sounds of sharp footsteps and the soft �click, click, click� of dog nails as owner and dog strode down the
docks.
�� Furio signaled silently to Gian as both men
slunk further into the shadows and donned their ski masks. Furio made another
signal to Giancarlo and it was if both men seemed to hold their breath. Furio
could hear everything echo with unnatural sounds in the thick fog, a distant
foghorn sounded and somewhere further down the dock someone coughed loudly.
�� In the eerie
orange glowing fog, Furio could barely see in front of his own face, as his
gloved hand slipped inside his coat around his 9mm. He had put a silencer on
it, but he prayed it would not be needed. For a brief moment he could have
sworn he saw a quick red light ahead in the fog, he strained his eyes watching
warily and was certain it was Dalmazzio lighting a cigarette. He could hear a
heavy panting now, �click, click, click,�
came the scrabbling sounds of a large dogs nails on the cement. A sudden low
growl seemed to come from within the fog.
� ��Vaffanculo!� Furio�s mind groaned. He would have to take out
this damn dog if it interfered, he did not want the snapping, barking and
growling of a dog interrupting their hit. It would draw to much attention.
� �Shut up, Caesar.�
The rough Brooklyn accent of Dalmazzio admonished his dog and Furio could hear
a sharp yank of a leash. The dog gave a quick yelp and then again the
scrabbling and clicking of its claws and its heavy panting as Reggie Dalmazzio
drew even with the two hidden assassins.
�� Furio could feel his friend Giancarlo moving
even before he saw him. Furio rushed forward as well, Dalmazzio had just barely
made a primal grunt of surprise when the tall Giancarlo snapped the garrote
around his neck with an expertise that was almost beautiful to behold. In a
deadly but graceful dance of death, Gian easily stayed behind his victim as he
half held him up and tightened on the wire noose. Not a sound could be heard
except for Giancarlo�s breathing and the soft scraping of Dalmazzio�s expensive
shoes on the cement as he danced like a horrid puppet on the end of Giancarlo�s
metal string.
� Furio had rushed
forward and grabbed the leash of the dog. Since he had worked on farms in the past
he was quite familiar with animals. He knew dogs often were thrown off guard and
calmed down once their leashes could be controlled or if their name was spoken
as if the person knew them.
�� Before the dog could think or react Furio had
pulled it a few feet to the side, his gun out in case the dog got nasty or
raised an alarm. �Calmarsi Caesar,�
Furio whispered gently but firmly to the large Doberman. �Be good.� The dog
just obediently sat down and glanced up at Furio, its nub wagging slightly as
if it cared less that its master was being garroted less than 5 feet from him.
�� Furio glanced up
and down the dockside; so far no one was there, no one who could see them, not
in this thick fog. Again someone coughed raggedly in the distance but he sensed
the cougher was not anywhere near them.
� Furio could see
Giancarlo finishing up his victim now, as they both sank down to the ground;
Giancarlo kneeled on top of Dalmazzio�s back as he easily finished throttling
the life out of the man. Furio was indeed impressed at Giancarlo�s skill with
the wire, Gian had told him once he had killed 35 people with the wire back in
Sicily, and Furio did not doubt him one iota.
� �Ok.� Giancarlo
grunted as he rose to his feet and quickly thrust the wire back in his pocket.
He glanced once at the dog as if wondering what to do with it. Should they
shoot it? Garrote it?
� �Just bring him
with, we give him to the butcher to guard his store, he is a good dog, eh?�
Furio smiled with a wink and patted the dog. Both men now quickly scooped up
Dalmazzio�s body, thrust it into the trunk of their car and drive to Pascal
Brothers Butcher Shop and Delicatessen over on the east side. Caesar the
Doberman rode in the back seat like he had known Furio and Giancarlo all his
life, occasionally licking his chops as if he sensed he would be getting some
tasty treats tonight.
� Gossip comes and
goes and talk came and went over the next three weeks. Tension rippled all up
and down the Lupertazzi territory at the disappearance of Reggie Dalmazzio but
in the long run, when information was leaked out that Dalmazzio was actually
planning treachery against the Lupertazzi�s by fleeing to Sicily, the talk died
down and several crews figured that the Lupertazzi crew had killed him
themselves.
�� Furio had gotten his final payment on
collection on Rudolfo Pandellino, and his boss Tony Soprano was happy with the
45k that the stolen swag out of the store had gotten on the secondary market.
Furio had sent two envelopes to Lorena with close to 10k of money from his own
business and his take from the Pandellino job. Last night he had eaten dinner
at Enzo�s house and could see that both Lorena and Enzo seemed to indeed get
along well, even if she mercilessly teased Enzo. But Furio knew she teased him
because she was indeed falling for him and he somehow sensed in time Enzo would
fall for this Italian spitfire of a woman as well. Things were on target for
her family to arrive here in the states, and Enzo was personally overseeing the
arrangements.
� Tomorrow would be
Rocco�s confirmation, and tonight Furio had been invited to eat at Giancarlo�s
house with his family. He knocked on the door and it was shortly opened by the
blonde haired and playful Lita. �Buonsera
zio Furio!� She smiled and flung her
arms out to hug him. Next to her a big Doberman wagged its nub and welcomed the
Neapolitan enforcer into his home. Furio could already smell the wonderful
smells of pasta and breads and pork as he walked into the apartment.
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