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was shaking his head as if Sal had it
all wrong.   He was kicking his feet and
pulling on Sal’s big arms as if he just knew this was one big misunderstanding
if only Sal would let him explain.   But
Sal understood perfectly.   Freddy’s big
mouth had just made him a huge liability.   He sealed his own fate.
    Sal pulled
the trigger and shot Freddy Credo dead.
    Sal stood
back up, angry that Freddy took him there.    “Motherfucker threatening my freedom?” Sal had pain in his voice.   “After all I did for his sorry ass, he’s
threatening me ?”
    Nunzio felt
Sal’s pain.   He’d never known a man who
gave so much of himself to his crew, even those like Freddy who didn’t deserve
it.   Freddy killed that innocent
man.   Any other boss would have left him
twisting in the wind.   But not Sal.   He got him a top lawyer.   He got him an investigator who tried to find
something that could clear him.   Sal even
attended that fool’s trial.   And this was
how he repaid him?   By threatening to go
to the Feds on him?   By threatening the
man’s wife?
    “I told you
a guy like him doesn’t deserve your time of day,” Nunzio said.   “Didn’t I tell you?   You don’t owe him shit.”
    Sal didn’t
need anybody to tell him that.   He
already knew that.   It was the gall of
Freddy that was still angering him.  
    “I’ll get
rid of him, Sal,” Nunzio said.   “You can
shove off.”
    But Sal
didn’t leave loose ends for somebody not currently on his payroll to clean
up.   He got on his cell phone and called
his local guys to get over there.   And
they came when Sal Luca called.   They
were there in less than twenty minutes.  
    And then Sal
gave them the gun to lose and headed for the exit.   But not before glancing back at Freddy’s
lifeless body again.   He used to be one
of his best men.   But the way he blamed
Sal for shit that wasn’t even his fault, and to come at him like that.   One of his men threatening him like that?   Freddy made himself a sworn enemy.   He did that.
    Sal buttoned
his suitcoat and left.   He did not look
back.

 
 
 
 

CHAPTER TWO

 
    The Porsche
drove through the gates and up the circular driveway of the big, posh Gabrini
home.   Gemma grabbed her briefcase and
got out of her husband’s car exhausted from a day too long, and climbed the
wide steps to the front door.   But when
she opened the door, and saw that familiar set of luggage in the foyer, she got
her second wind.
    She closed
the door, dropped her briefcase beside the luggage, and hurried up the
spiraling staircase of their big, beautiful home.   “Sal?” she yelled as she hurried up.
    Sal was just
stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel when he heard her voice.   He smiled.   He wasn’t due home for a couple more days, but he was home already.   After Freddy and all the shit he had to deal
with in Jersey, he needed to be around something good.   He couldn’t wait to see her pretty face
again.
    Gemma
entered the bedroom, but was disappointed when she didn’t see him.   Had he dropped his luggage and left?   Had he gone to his office without even
calling and letting her know he was back in town?   He’d done it before.
    But when she
looked toward the bathroom and saw Sal standing there, naked and wet and the
most beautiful man alive in her eyes, she smiled.   “Sal,” she said, as she went to him.   He gladly dropped his towel, and pulled her
into his arms.
    Sal lifted
her up and kissed her.   He closed his
eyes.   “You make it worth it,” he said to
her, although she didn’t understand what he meant.   And he kissed her even harder.
    When they
stopped kissing, he leaned back.   “Let me
look at you,” he said.
    Gemma
smiled.   “You act as if you haven’t seen
me for ages.”
    But Sal was
serious.   “That’s how it feels whenever
I’m away from you.   Like a lifetime.”
    Gemma stared
into his big, blue eyes.   She could see
agony there.