“I’m cool, Paulie.”
“There’s gonna be big things happening with the movement at the top of the food chain. Some of that is gonna trickle down to me and I’ll make sure you eat, but it’s like Lorenzo said, we all gotta toe the line.”
“’Cause it’s business, right?”
“Right.” Paulie patted Alessio on the cheek. “You call me in the morning; we’ll grab some breakfast and talk about where I see you fit in.”
“I’ll call you,” Alessio said and watched as Paulie left the social club. “Fuck that shit!” Alessio shouted the second the door shut. “Fuck you and that shit, Paulie if you expect me to believe that it wasn’t Big fuckin’ Tony and Johnny Boy’s fat fuckin ass that had Nicky wacked!”
“Couldn’t have gone down no other way,” Matty said.
“And fuck that business shit. Killing Nicky is personal to me,” he said pounding his chest.
“What I wanna know is who they got to do the job?” Lorenzo asked.
“That's the million-dollar question,” Alessio said and he heard laughing in the background. “What you laughing about ole timer?”
“Laughing at you, smart guy,” Tommaso Federico said. He was sitting at a table in the back of the club with Pietro and Daniel. “Who wacked Crazy Nicky should be as plain as the nose on your face, smart guy.”
Alessio bounced up from the bar and came to them with Lorenzo and Matty on his heels. “Fuck is you talkin’ about, ole school?”
“You kids don’t know nothing about nothing.”
“No, old school, we don’t know nothing about nothing,” Lorenzo said. “Enlighten us.” He understood that guy’s like Tommaso, Pietro and Daniel had real knowledge and wisdom to share when they weren’t drunk. It was something that Alessio didn’t understand. He thought the old men were just there to drink free and were taking up space.
“You kids oughta learn your history,” Daniel said.
“That would mean they’d have to pay attention when grown men are talking,” Pietro said, and the older men laughed.
Alessio pulled a chair over and sat down. “I’m gonna ask you again, old school, fuck is you talkin’ about?”
“Think about what’s happened. Commission didn’t sanction the hit on Nicky, but Big Tony and Johnny Boy want him gone, right?”
“Right,” Lorenzo said.
“So they gotta go outside the house, right smart guy?”
“Go on,” Lorenzo said and Alessio looked confused.
“And if that’s the case, there’s only one person that Big Tony Collette would go to that he was absolutely sure that he could trust to get this done for him.”
“Angelo?” Alessio asked and Tommaso, Pietro and Daniel all laughed at how absurd that was.
“Who then?” Lorenzo asked.
“Mike Black.”
The end of Deep In It
The Reign of Rain Robinson continues in:
DEAD ON IT
DEAD ON IT
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