THE UNTESTED by Greg Morse

Author:Greg Morse [Morse, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Untested
Publisher: G-JAM Publishing House
Published: 2022-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

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THWACK . . . THWACK . . . CRACK. . . . “Will you knock that damn noise off! I’m tryin’ to dink,” yelled Bobbie ‘the Whistle’. He threw down the Palm Beach Post and rubbed his fingers tightly through his hair.

“I thought I saw smoke coming outta ya head,” Tim ‘the Duck’ chimed in.

“How about I reach across this table and rip your brain outta ya head.” Bobbie’s hard look from across the small card table was enough—Tim looked away and didn’t say another word.

Phil “the Pick” and Luca “the Latin” were off in the corner huddled around a large butcher’s block, blood dripping down the edges onto the stone cellar floor into a drain—they were at Luca’s mom’s house.

Phil was holding an industrial sized meat clever; he stopped his taught arm midway. “Come on,” he pleaded with Bobbie, “one more chop. I bet Luca I can cut the thigh bone in three chops—it just cracked. One more chop and this prick is payin’ me five hundred bucks.” Phil said with a large smile, clearly already counting his money, as he pointed the bloody meat clever at Luca, blood dripping off its edge and splattering on the floor.

Bobbie looked at Phil and Luca, exasperated, and bitched, “Little Richie Wilson can wait. That degenerate-fuck isn’t worth the trouble of chopping him up. You should’a left ‘em outside his kid’s school after you ice picked ‘em in the parking lot.” Bobbie spit on the dank floor. “We gots more serious problems.”

Tim reached down and picked up the newspaper Bobbie threw down. “Give me that,” Bobbie ordered as he snatched it from Tim’s hand. Phil and Luca were now sitting at the small metal card table; their rubber aprons, clothes, and skin covered in blood—Phil’s face looked like he had bad acne from the bespectacled blood on it. Bobbie laid the Palm Beach Post on the table and pointed hard to the front-page headline. “Look . . . I told you that son of a bitch Antonio was going to flip . . . Magic Man, my ass.”

They all read the headline to themselves: THE “MAGIC MAN” DOES IT AGAIN! JUDGE GRANTS BAIL IN DEATH PENALTY CASE OF MOB BOSS, ANTONIO BARRERA!

Phil finally said, “So much for dis ding of ours.”

Luca added, shaking his head, “No way Antonio’s flipping. He would never do that—he lives and dies by omertà.”

Bobbie picked up the newspaper and threw it at Luca. “What else you need to see? It’s right there in black and white.” Bobbie looked around the table. “Where’s Jimmy and Robert? I said, emergency meeting.”

“They’s off doin’ dat thing, at dat place, wit dat guy, ya know what I means,” Tim answered.

“Oh. That’s right . . . that thing at that place takin’ care of that guy in Chicago—

“Luca? . . . Luca? . . . you and your friends want some nice gravy and rigatoni I made this morning.” Luca’s eighty-seven-year-old mama interrupted. She was standing on the dark landing at the top of the cellar stairs—she never descended the stairs.

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