Animosity by Frank S. W

Author:Frank, S. W. [Frank, S. W.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Organized Crime, Multicultural & Interracial, (BW/WM) Black Woman/ White Man, Contemporary
ISBN: 2940151124386
Publisher: S.W.Frank
Published: 2015-09-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

The breeze kissed Giuseppe's cheek. A gentle caress on harsh bones was a welcoming touch on a Sunday night comforted by a dog. Giuseppe rubbed Gee's shiny coat, staring at the sky, his mind wasn't on business but his son and fratellino. Something was wrong with Alfonzo. He experienced unease.

In the quiet lamentation, he recalled the expression on Alfonzo's face yesterday and believed whatever struck him had done so with intensity. He reached for his cell, called the schmuck and received a curt greeting.

"What do you want Geo?" Alfonzo asked.

"To learn what is troubling you."

"Nothing. Look I'm half way to New York. I'll talk to you later."

That was the brief conversation.

He settled back in the lawn chair and contacted Nico.

"What's wrong Geo?"

"Is my son alive?"

"He's buried under covers. He's fine stronzo. You miss him, eh?"

"Sí, very much."

"You should've called earlier. He's out cold. Matter-of-fact, why are you calling at midnight?"

"To speak to my son –cazzo."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Not a drop."

"I saw the news. Don't sweat it. Let the press die down, stay low-key and wear dark shades whenever you venture out."

"Dark shades?"

"Yeah, that's to prevent those behavioral psychologists from analyzing whether you’re lying. Gotta go, but hang in there cugino."

"Nicolo, un momento prego!"

"Make it quick, I need to use the loo."

Giuseppe snorted. "I am glad I am not near." He scratched Gee's head. "Is Alfonzo ill?"

"Not that I know of, perché?"

Giuseppe’s lip curled. Nico had been evasive.

"Cugino, I have known you all of my life."

"Like I said. I don't think he's ill. Did something happen, butthead?"

"He is acting strangely."

"Well, someone shooting you at point blank range might have you acting strangely, too."

"Nicolo, for once treat me as an equal."

"I don’t consider you my lesser, except in age. An asshole, a troublemaking brat, maybe,"

"Nicolo, on your Papa Alberti and his fratelli, break a confidence, but to blood nothing leaks."

"You're overdramatic as usual."

Giuseppe heard what sounded like flatulence. He waited; glad he was not the cell phone.

"Selange was diagnosed with breast cancer yesterday morning."

Giuseppe blinked, ignoring the shadows traversing the property. They were the personal security specifically chosen by his cugino. Dumbfounded, he replied, "Grazie Nico -grazie. Ciao."

He pulled the joint from his pocket and lighter to sit quietly for a smoke. It was true; the effects were calming. He took several long drags and settled back to relax.

Long into the night, Giuseppe observed the stars, reliving the past, remembering when he first met Selange. She'd walked downstairs and he thought her lovely. However, beauty alone hadn't surprised a man acquainted with scores of gorgeous Donnas. He'd witnessed her genuine kindheartedness. With a conceited sorella like Amelda and acquainted with harsh superficial prima donnas like Giovanna, he supposed Selange's most endearing quality was her sweetness and lack of vanity.

He hadn't meant to bully her over the years.

The cranial instant replay highlighted her dimpled smile that greeted Carlo on every visit.

"Ah, this is terrible Gee," he said to his companion. "She has been good to us, staying true to the oath of godmother, never once turning me or Carlo aside.

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