Death Hunt (The Assassin Book 4) by Peter McCurtin

Author:Peter McCurtin [McCurtin, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, assassin, Boston, cops, Hitmen, Italian American-Mafia, Piccadilly Publishing, pulp ficiton writing
Publisher: Piccadilly
Published: 2022-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

BY NORMAL STANDARDS, it was late when Antonia was delivered into the hands of Vito Spazzi. But this was Coney Island, and even now, long past midnight, traffic along Surf Avenue was heavy with sleepless wanderers out for a cooling ride in the ocean breeze. The crowd at Nathan’s, as usual, cluttered the sidewalk, munching on famous hot dogs and hamburgers. And at the rollercoaster , there was always time for one more ride of swooping dives and hair-raising curves.

It had been a long ride down from the city. Antonia welcomed the breeze that licked at her face and fought the perspiration over her body. Flanked by Tommy Trip and Dino, Antonia stepped through the door in the high wall into Don Vito’s private world. An elderly guard, too old now for more active duty, was seated on a wicker chair just beyond the wall, a transistor radio to his ear. He waved an okay to the newcomers, who moved along the floodlighted flagstone path to the house.

In a corner of the big living room, Vito Spazzi was playing poker with three of his associates when Antonia was shown in. He rose quickly, his aging, handsome face wreathed in a smile.

“Antonia!” he said heartily. “Good to see you again.”

He looked as if he was about to kiss her. It would be the last thing he ever kissed, she thought, with more bravado than wisdom. But he only took her hands and paraded around her. “You’ve become a beautiful woman,” he said.

“Your goons said you wanted to see me.”

“But I do.” His voice dripped with deepest sincerity. He turned to the men, who were looking on. “Out. Get lost.”

The card players, Tommy and Dino all left the room without a word.

“Come, sit down.” He led her to the couch, sat beside her. “Would you like a drink?”

“I’m not here on a social call. I was brought here.”

“Six years,” he said, as if she had not spoken. “Yes, you’re beautiful. And a professor, too.”

In six years, she was thinking, nothing much about the place had changed. The furnishings—and Vito, too—were older, that’s all. “What do you want, Vito?” She hated that face, that slimy, unctuous manner. He was like a jungle cat that purred before springing for the kill.

“You talk like we was strangers.” He looked pained. “You forget? This is your house. You are my wife.”

Her laugh was harsh. “I was never your wife. You raped me when I was sixteen...”

“We were married in church, Antonia,” he said quietly.

“For six years, you never tried to see me. No phone call, no visit, nothing. I could have been dead.”

“You are my wife,” he persisted. “In the eyes of God and the law.”

“Church, God, law,” she intoned. “What do any of them mean to you?”

“I am a pillar of the Church. A trustee. I contribute good money.”

What rubs off on whom, she wondered. She said, “Why now? Tonight?”

He shrugged, averted his eyes. “I am getting older. The young girls do not interest me so much.

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