Affirmation by S. W. Frank

Author:S. W. Frank [Frank, S. W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781484141144
Google: I2xDmwEACAAJ
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-04-16T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Sergio held the ice to his eyes and grimaced at the pain. Thank goodness his Uncle Nico came when he did, although, he was surprised to see him. He assumed Nico died in the car accident along with the kids. His lip felt huge when he opened his mouth to offer his condolences and received another shocker in return.

“The boys are fine Sergio. The police messed up on the ID’s.” Nico lied.

“For real?”

Nico put the youth on track and went straight to the point, “Why are you here?”

“If I’d known you were alive, I’d sought you out instead of Alfonzo.”

“The money I gave you, is it all gone?”

Sergio moved the ice to his busted mouth and squint, “Um-hum. I used it to pay down some debts, but I have a problem with this guy. He’s threatening to hurt my sister if I don’t pay him the money I borrowed.”

“I thought you said you paid off your debts.”

“Some,” Sergio answered as he moved the ice-pack to the other side, “I didn’t get around to that one yet.”

“How much?”

“Two hundred grand,” Sergio answered. He put another fifty on the top for his pockets. A dude had to make ends meet.

Nico’s mouth descended at the edges. His frown indicated he didn’t like what he heard, nor was he buying everything Sergio said. “What’s the guy’s name?”

Ah, man! “He’s nothing but a small time loan-shark.”

“The name.”

Sergio sighed, “Chip.”

“Where can I find him?”

“He has a hole in Brooklyn.”

“How long were you given to pay it back?”

“Not long.”

Nico crossed his leg and took a cigar from his pocket for a leisure smoke just like his dad. He’d grown accustomed to the taste of the imported Cohiba Behike. Alberti had cartons of the finest cigars in the world and this Cuban brand topped the list. He had to digest this information from his nephew for a minute. If he had to handle this mess with Sergio, he’d have to leave a pregnant Ari and the boys with Bianca. He didn’t want them in Eritrea, it was too far away. At least she’d be in Palermo with family if anything went wrong. He blew a smoke ring, “Have you eaten, kid?”

Sergio sat up a bit, “Nah.”

“Lou can you have somebody bring down a plate.”

Lou nodded and exited through the door. He’d send a waiter with the food. He was happy to return to the celebration.

Nico’s eyes narrowed when the door clicked shut. He had more words for the youth. “I heard you mouthed off at Giuseppe.”

“The motherfucker’s a goddamn psycho!” Sergio exclaimed and then winced when spit got into his cut. “Ow.”

“Did the ass-kicking give you a newfound respect?”

“For him, nah fuck that.”

Nico took a healthy puff. Sergio was another street punk. A big-mouth kid with zero tact. Nico made another smoke circle and watched it dissolve slowly into the ventilated air. “There’s something you need to understand Sergio. I may be your uncle by blood but Giuseppe and I are family. You’re to give him respect and never talk about him in that way.

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