Chapter 31 – Renzo
Chapter Thirty-One
Renzo
It doesn’t matter. This plan is brilliant.
“She’s passed out,” Gino says – in Italian, or some variation of the Italian language that I can mostly understand.
“Once we take care of this problem, dad will understand that we didn’t just waste our money on booze and strip clubs in Sicily.”
“Isn’t that exactly what we did?”
“Shut up, Gino.”
I bought an apartment close to the harbor with half the money Nonno gave me for my twenty-first birthday. The harbor has to be one of the easiest places to dump a body in all of New York State and none of the bodies I’ve put in the harbor have ever been found.
The goal tonight is simple – punish Luigi for his transgression against our family’s honor, we cut the baby out of his slut’s womb and torture her to death on video before dumping her corpse into the harbor.
My private parking spot at the harbor apartment allows me to back the 4Runner right up to the front door.
You would have to be on my property to see us transporting our ‘cargo’ to the front door.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Gino asks with his typical lacking confidence.
“Shut up before you wake her up.”
He stays quiet long enough for us to trap this slightly larger woman in my guest bedroom and lock the door. If she dares to climb out the window, she’ll come face to face with my pair of uncut Cane Corsos, each about 150 lbs. It won’t take her long to realize her mistake.
Once we’re alone, I can reassess the plan with Gino. He doesn’t seem happy.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Yes. He approached us with an offer, and everyone wins if we go through with this…”
He might take some convincing, but I maintain the belief that Gino will eventually see some sense.
How much could Luigi care about one woman?
“Listen, Gino. This man has valuable information about the nightclub bomb. We’re not just solving a family problem, we’re helping prevent future attacks. Think about how pissed dad was when he found out her skin color.”
“That doesn’t mean he wanted her dead,” Gino says. “He just wants to scare Luigi, right? We can’t actually kill her.”
My twin brother can be so slow sometimes.
“She won’t die.” Not right away at least.
“How do we know what they’re gonna do with her?”
“You’re a pessimist, Gino.”
“I’m realistic.”
“Whatever the fuck you are, it’s not making us any money and my idea will. So will you shut the fuck up and get on board?”
“Fine,” Gino says reluctantly. “We sell the pregnant chick to some asshole from Pittsburgh and hope Luigi doesn’t taxidermy our ballsacks.”
“See what I mean? Pessimist.”