Them niggas is too stupid to be the brains behind it.
Chapter Thirty
One more thing you need to know …
Catania Social Club, Mount Vernon, New York
“Fuck that shit!” Alessio shouted and threw his empty beer bottle against the wall. “Fuck you and that shit, Paulie if you expect me to believe that it wasn’t Big fuckin’ Tony that had Nicky wacked!” He reached over the bar and grabbed another bottle from the cooler.
“Be that as it may, the word from on high is hands off.” Paulie Russo raised his hand. He used to be one of Crazy Nicky’s Lieutenant’s and The Catania Social Club was one of the spots where some of Nicky’s people hung out. He had been sent there by Johnny Boy to keep the peace.
Paulie knew that Alessio had always been a hot head. Always ready to pull his gun and start shooting. He needed to try and calm him down before he got everybody riled up and they did something stupid.
“If the Commission says Big Tony had nothing to do with it, that’s good enough for me.”
“I know we all gotta toe the line,” Lorenzo said calmly and took a drag of his cigarette.
“That we do,” Paulie said.
“But Paulie, you gotta admit it’s more than just a coincidence that Nicky addresses his beef to Big Tony’s face and less than a month later he’s assassinated.”
“Fuck I just say?” Paulie asked. “The Commission says Tony got nothing to do with it.”
“You know what’s strange?” Matty asked.
“What?”
“Somebody hit Nicky and Johnny Boy does nothing about it.”
“What’s strange about that? Paulie asked. “Johnny Boy’s a loyal soldier.”
“Or that fat fuck was in on it with Big Tony!” Alessio shouted and drained another bottle.
“Don’t,” Lorenzo said before Alessio threw the bottle against the wall.
Paulie pointed in Alessio’s face. “And you watch your tone,” he said with his hand on his pistol.
Alessio raised both of his hands because he respected Paulie. “No disrespect intended. I’m just saying.”
“And I’m just saying, the Commission says Big Tony had nothing to do with it. That’s good enough for me and if it ain’t good enough for you, then you need to say it to my face right here and right fuckin now, Alessio.”
“No. Paulie. I ain’t got no fuckin problem with it. If the Commission says Big Tony had nothing to do with it, that’s good enough for me.”
Paulie sat back and relaxed a little. “I hear what you’re saying. I really do, but this is business, all of it. Business. Nicky getting wacked, business. You understand that?”
Alessio nodded his head. “I understand.”
Paulie stood up. “Come walk with me.”
Alessio got up and walked toward the door with Paulie. What Alessio didn’t know was that Paulie, and a couple of Nicky’s other Lieutenant’s had been approached by Johnny Boy with a very lucrative offer that they gladly accepted.
Do nothing, and what was Nicky’s gets cut up between the th
ree of yous, was Johnny Boy’s offer.
Paulie and the other Lieutenant’s agreed that Nicky’s crazy ass needed to go, and they agreed to stand down and keep the peace when it was done.
Paulie put his arm around Alessio’s shoulder as they walked. “I need to know that you really are good with this and you’re not gonna do anything stupid.”