Anarchy (39 page)

The
re
appeared the
adorable
quake
of her
luscious
mouth and
a
nod.
“I swear
.”

“Good.” He gave her a kiss and went
to shower
.
The crazy truth is, he could no longer be in her presence,
not anymore after this
. She would look at him in intimacy and others would suspect. Selange
must learn to
cloak her
emotions, her facial expressions revealed
too much.
A v
ery dangerous
thing in his world
!

CHAPTER
TWENTY
-
SEVEN

Giuseppe’s Italian leather shoes touched the old wooden pier, painted white to disguise its state of disrepair
. He
boarded Alberti’s luxury yacht with his daughter’s name
in shiny black along the
starboard
side of the
nautical vessel.
There were men
guarding
the pier
. They
watch
ed
who came and went
. There were also
crews
stationed in small boats, protecting the aquatic perimeter,
marksmen atop warehouse roofs,
sniper rifles cocked and loaded
for this
clandestine
meeting.

The guests were
already
assembled
, including h
is dapper young
cousin Alfonzo
with the
Serano
twins
protectively
at his side
like ferocious
p
itbulls
.
Don
Dellegio
and his Capo were seated at the rather roomy table
,
followed by
The Maldonado Clan
, Sammy
‘Two Fingers’ Bastone from Vegas
and
Brettoli
Nicosi
. Lastly
, Don
Gregorio
Pali
and his Capo, Mickey ‘Shotgun’
Angelo from Florida
rounded out the administrative branch
.

When G
i
useppe entered with his Capo and top Lieutenant they all rose from their seats in deference.

“Please, sit everyone.” Giuseppe waved at them then took a reserved seat near Alfonzo. “
Cugino
, how are my wife and children?” He joked.

“I wouldn’t know
,
I haven’t seen you with any.”

The men all smiled at the easy camaraderie
and relaxed, waiting for the meeting to be called to order.

Alberti did the honors, “Welcome, everyone. Ciao Don Giuseppe for traveling so far.

Giuseppe nodded reaching for the tanker of coffee set out on the shiny wood table.

“You were all summoned here because you have remained close allies of Don
Dichenzo
and,” he stretched his arm to Alfonzo, “Don Alfonzo, as you know he has rejoined out family and has begun to reestablish his presence in the states and abroad.-But this is not the only reason you are here, we have learned that Dominick
Fiorello
has shown great insult to our rules. He and six of the Families have branched outside and have profited from the sale of a killer drug. Not marijuana, opiates and the like. No, he feeds this rat poison to young flourishing youth for what purpose we do not know. This is not the greatest offense…”

Nico’s
stoic posture revealed nothing as he
listened to the long oratory. Alberti’s pontifications were ceremonial gibberish when this should be a straight to the point sit-down. Who stands with Don Alfonzo, who does not?

He noticed Alfonzo’s clean-shaven face and bright blue eyes, wondering where his thoughts roamed. Nico tried to focus but the phantom sensation of making love to Selange caused him to shift un
characteristically in his seat to squash an impending hard-on.
Alfonzo noticed
Nico fidgeting
, yet his mouth did not open, instead his eyes squint into slits and his jaw clenched in tension.

“…. So please Don Alfonzo, what is the phase of this plan Alberti hints at, eh?” Sammy, ‘Two Fingers’, enquired.

Alfonzo leaned forward, eyeballing each man in equal increments of time, “
We have locations of the manufacturing plants run by
Dichenzo
and his buddies. We wipe out his supply and distribution network, leaving him with no disposable income. Secondly, his Lieutenant Boris, is the man seen acting on
Dichenzo’s
behalf. We make an example of him, give the other families a minute to rethink their positions and exist cohesively with us civilized men, if they choose not to. We set limits.”

“What about
Dichenzo
?”
Dellegio
spoke up.

“What about him?”

“We’re just going to let him operate business as usual?”

“Dominick is my responsibility.”

Giuseppe
e
ntered the
ir
conversation, “
Cugino
, I must have a say in this matter with
Dichenzo
.”

Alfonzo slid back in his chair, “And what
’s
your say?”

“He must pay
at
my hand for his treachery.”

“W
e’ll
split him down the middle
then
, is that fair
?”
                        The guys laughed, but they did not understand the cousins were serious, until Giuseppe smirked. “We will use an electric hacksaw. I will have it ready.”

The laughter stopped. Death by hacksaw wasn’t pretty. It was down-right barbaric. Only Vincent appreciated the humor in it.
His victims underwent far worse torture. He wanted in, “What type of example are we
making
of Boris?”

“The Butcher method, send a piece of him to every family associated with
Dichenzo
and we make them cho
o
se.”

“Sounds fun.”

Nico sat quietly, his thoughts drifting again. His brow wrinkled. He felt
Alfonzo’s gaze.
“What’s wrong
with you
and what
the fuck
happened to your mouth
?
”

Selange had left an indelible mark on his soul and
apparently
his body. “Bit my damn lip eating too fast.”

Alfonzo accepted the lie.

“When are we going to do this?” Giuseppe broke in.

“
T
oday
, at dusk
.”
Alfonzo said, returning to important business.

“Today, so soon?”
Brettoli
questioned.

“Everyone we need is here. Is there a problem?” Alfonzo asked
while watching the men
for duplicity.

Everyone’s eyes were on
Brettoli
, “No…no…it is only my granddaughter’s birthday but I can see her tomorrow with my gift.”

Nico locked eyes with Alberti
, knowingly
.

Alberti reached beside him for a basket, “Please everyone, shut off your cell phones and place them in here. It is not we do not trust any of you, it is a precaution.”

Cell phones were shut down and dropped inside the basket
and taken away to be
locked in one of the state rooms.

Alfonzo checked his watch, twenty-five more minutes and he’d disclose the
rest of the plan. Food arrived and the men helped themselves to an assortment of dishes, catered from a local Italian restaurant.
As they ate, Alfonzo watched the
sun beginning to dim. He stood to stretch his legs
, glanced the time then
addressed the guys, “Alright, Vin bring in the items.”

Vincent disappeared
and
returned carrying a large rubber container
. He sa
t it
down a
nd removed the lid, “Okay ladies and gentleman, suit up.”

Inside were jumpsuits and non-porous gloves. Alfonzo grinned
. H
e was getting a kick out of grown-ass men complaining about work clothes not fitting
like a bunch of women.
He slipped into
one of the suits
without a problem
.

“Time’s up, ladies,
gotta
go!”
He
announced.

CHAPTER
TWENTY
-
EIGHT

Emilio gladly loaded the suitcases in the back of the SUV, then got behind the steering wheel, fastened his seatbelt and turned to his passenger. “Put on your seatbelt and stop texting for a minute, will you?”

“I’m tweeting.”

“Same thing.”
He was relieved when Alfonzo called this morning and released him from baby-sitting duty. He was taking Jess to his boss’ home.  He had
enough of
rollers, blow-dryers, panties hanging over the shower curtain and dumb reality TV shows where dumb grown-ups partied and drunk
themselves in
to
an even dumber stupor.
He noticed a trend,
stupidity, fights and
sex, got ratings. No wonder the current generation were dumb-violent-promiscuous nut-jobs. Cable and social networks were fucking them up.
Most of them r
efused to read a book!