Meanwhile in the old townhouse that Stephano shared with Destiny, she and Danny were putting the final touches on their soirée. With only their most loyal soldiers, their crew was cut down to size after the Fed raid. Danny promised them if anyone got caught up in the Fed’s net, he would spring them from jail. It was a promise he had no intention of keeping, because after this live execution, he and Destiny were leaving the country. They would have no choice, he knew they wouldn’t be popular after this stunt. Though he was dead, Stephano still commanded respect and his loyalists would make sure to take out his killers. It had to be known by now that he was one of the gunmen. The Alunni had their own people placed in the all of the major police precincts and were probably already shining up their guns for retribution. His mistake was not getting full support when he did the deed. That was his own fault for letting Destiny pressure him into making a move that he wasn’t ready for.
He was going to have to lay down the law when the coast cleared, he couldn’t have some chick bossing him around. When this was all said and done, he would have one less enemy at his back. Whatever happened, this had to work or they would both be dead. Fenetti was too dangerous to let live. She took down the Cosimos and they are still reeling from her betrayal. It was unlikely they would ever recover. “Hey! Snap outta of it!” Destiny yelled from across the room. Embarrassed that he had been caught daydreaming, he yelled right back, “What?”
“I set up the cameras, and the chairs.”
Looking at his right hand man Tommy, he nodded his head and ol’ Tommy was off to the bedroom where they had Casssie tied up. She was carried, right to the chair in front of the camera.
Clapping her hands, Destiny was as giddy as a school girl with a new vibrator. “This is perfect, I sent out the invites, I hope enough people show.”
“Look babe,” Danny began, “I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
“Don’t you dare, we agreed!” she snapped while sticking her acrylic nail in his face, “I helped you, now it’s your turn to return the favor.”
“Alright, but you’d better hurry this up, if they catch up with us, we’re as good as dead.”
“We’ll be fine,” she said glaring at him, “Grow a set.” And with that she left the room while Danny burned with embarrassment. This was the second time she had disrespected him in front of his crew and she was going to have to pay for that. Maybe he would leave her at the border when he fled? He smiled at the idea but kept his mouth shut. He couldn’t trust anyone with his real plans. Heck, he didn’t even really know what those plans were yet. He had a private plane all gassed up and ready to go anywhere in the world but first he had to finish Fenetti. Later on, he’d deal with Destiny.
When they got to the station downtown, they were allotted an interrogation room to conduct business. Before they started on their first suspect, Jimmy disappeared to do his part in the investigation. As the officers brought in their first suspect, Amato watched as they cuffed him to the chair. After he was settled, Amato began to read his file aloud in front of him, “Gianvanni Polenzi, 53, Brooklyn Heights. Says here; burglary, armed robbery, assault, and attempted murder which you are still awaiting trial. Tisk, tisk.” Throwing the file on the conference table, he sat up in his chair and looked him dead in the eye and said, “I’m not gonna bullshit you, if you aren’t careful, you’ll be putting yourself right in the middle of a murder investigation. You don’t want that, considering you’re already about to be put on trial for another murder. You see, judges and juries don’t like psychopaths.” Gianvanni rolled his eyes in front of him, pissing off Amato. “Look shit stain, I’m gonna find out where your boss is and when I do, I’ll be sure to send you all first class to hell.” Not impressed, Gianvanni stared at him, defiant and silent.
As Amato was going through the proper channels, Jimmy was going the alternate route and suiting up to go undercover in the holding area. Using his tools of the trade, he went to what was called, the green room, an area where officers went to transform themselves, kind of like a Hollywood dressing room. Inside were wigs, prosthetics, and makeup. Having decided on a more ethnic look, Jimmy grabbed a kufi, a type of headwear which some Muslims used as a sign of persecution. He has worn this disguise before so the jailers and some of the regular inmates would be familiar with him. He needed that credibility. The mafiosos he was dealing with were old hats and could smell a cop a mile away. If they were suspicious, that could put his life in danger. He had heard stories of undercovers being stabbed in the neck, and one being thrown from a second story floor and onto a commissary area. He wasn’t gonna let that happen to him. So he put the kufi on his head, and began his transformation into someone who could blend in seamlessly. As he looked into the mirror he saw his face was missing something, and so gave himself a scar on the left cheek. When he was done, he looked different enough to move through the jail population without setting off any alarms. All he had to do was put on his baggy, hunter green pants and white t-shirt and he was all set. When he was done, Jimmy signaled for one of the rookies to escort him to his new abode, next to the Alunni thugs and began surveillance.
As the door slid open, Jimmy noticed he would be cohabitating with another inmate. He was a scruffy, and thin tattooed man. Studying his face, Jimmy ascertained that he was in his forties or late thirties. His face looked worn and the gang tattoos didn’t help him look any younger or healthier. As soon as the door slammed behind him, Jimmy began unpacking, “Whaddaya in for?” asked the tattooed man. “Armed robbery,” Jimmy answered. “Oh yeah, note or gun?” the man asked. This was a way inmates tested newbies, it was their way to gauge how dangerous an individual was. It was also for bragging rights. The more violent the crime, the more impressive you seemed. Although Jimmy wasn’t looking to be a seen as a serial killer, he also didn’t want to be seen as a punk, so he answered, “Gun.” Unfurling his sheets and blanket, Jimmy began making his bed while the man continued checking him out. “What crew ya ride wit?”
“Me, myself and I,” Jimmy responded.
The man laughed at the response and said, “Betta watch out, the fools up in here are all cliqued up.”
“Yeah?” Jimmy asked.
“Yep, they dropped off two mafia dudes next door a few hours ago.”
As he tucked in the sheets and blanket, he declared, “I just mind my own damn business and do my time. I’ll be okay, this ain’t my first rodeo.”
Intrigued the man asked, “So you an OG (original gangster), huh?”
Snickering, Jimmy smiled then said, “Yeah, I’m a veteran.”
“What’s your name?”
“Leo, like the lion.”
“Okay Leo, what’s the deal with these mafia dudes?”
“Dunno maaaan,” he said looking rather uncomfortable.
Jimmy figured, he wasn’t be truthful but if he was going to get the truth from him he needed to earn Leo’s trust. But how was he going to make that happen? His answer came twenty minutes later when the guards started delivering dinner straight to the cells. Since most of the inmates on the cell block were considered the worst of the worst, they had to eat inside their cells. They were too dangerous to have running around free, however, the drug addicts, dealers and thieves were allowed to have dinner outside their cells.
When Jimmy got his meal, he had no clue what it was. Inspecting it with the plastic fork, he cut a small piece off and sniffed it. “What the hell is this?” Jimmy exclaimed at something grey covered in a thin brown sauce. “It’s Salisbury steak.”
“You shitting me?”
“Nah man, it ain’t that bad, all ya gotta do is dip it in your mash potatoes and it cancels the whole thing out.”
Even though he was starving, Jimmy wasn’t that hungry and so he offered his tray to his new cellie. Without even looking, Leo grabbed it and placed the tray next to his on the bed and continued chowing down. Jimmy wasn’t sure if he was an addict or homeless by the way he ate. Since he was gaunt looking, Jimmy assumed addict, so he began to casually ask questions. “So Leo, what are you in for?”
“Like you, armed robbery.”
However, Jimmy wasn’t buying it, “Yeah, bank or store?”
“Neither, I robbed some old bitch in front of the 7-twelve.”
That sounded like a junkie move but Jimmy didn’t say anything, he needed Leo to like him, like him enough to talk to him. Continuing the conversation, Jimmy asked, “Gun or knife?”
“Nope, copper pipe.” He said talking with his mouth full. As he took a sip of his little milk, he began laughing, “That old bag didn’t see it coming. I mean WHACK!” he said while reenacting the crime, “She was on her ass before she knew what was going on.” Jimmy felt the hairs on his neck stand up when he realized Leo was a psychopath. Faintly, he laughed right along with Leo and even encouraged him, “I bet she was shocked as shit?”
“Yep. And funny thing is, she kinda looked like my aunt Ronnie.” He said loudly as tiny particles of food flew out of his mouth. This wasn’t going to be pretty, if he was going to get Leo to talk, he needed to get on his level. It was quite a distance to stoop but Leo didn’t seem all that dangerous—now. If Jimmy could keep him entertained, he knew he could get Leo to spill any secrets he may have. Boredom and a personality disorder were things he could work with, he was an awesome interrogator, all Jimmy needed was an angle.
As Jimmy was wondering about his next move, two guards appeared next door and announced that they were taking both inmates to homicide. Homicide? This was confusing to Jimmy, was Fenetti dead?
“Hey Cassie, ya alright?” Jimmy asked softly. When he got no response, it concerned him. That’s when he really started to fight in order to free himself. Using the prong in his belt, he started to slowly began to feel for the pins in the lock. One by agonizing one, they clicked until the shackle popped at the top of the lock. It was a miracle, he slid out from under his chains and made his way to Cassie. She was bleeding from the head and was starting to make gurgling sounds as if she was aspirating on her own blood. It didn’t seem to him that she was going to make it to Destiny’s public execution party. He had to get help but in order to do that, he was going to have to leave. Jimmy didn’t have any doubt in his mind that he could pull it off but he didn’t know if she would be alive when he came back? Fate didn’t hand him a good hand in this situation but he knew he had to get out, so he began to prepare himself for escape.
Taking his belt he wrapped it around his hand, placing his middle finger through the metal buckle. It was now a crude set of brass knuckles. He saw inmates do this kind of stuff in prisons. To even the odds, he took Cassie’s belt too and connected the lock to the buckle. He could now use it like a pair of nunchucks. He was no Bruce Lee but he knew how to inflict damage with his new makeshift weapons. He pitied whoever he hit, because he was gonna do damage. He already began coming up with various scenarios in his head as to how this was going to go down. As he mustered up the courage to head off to war, he wondered if he lost, would they ever find his body?
Slowly, he crept up the basement and made it to the door, which was unlocked. Destiny and Danny must of forgot to lock it and that was mistake number one. Quietly, he peeked his head out of the door, and looked up and down the hallway. There was nobody around, was this a setup? He never knew the mob to be so messy, when they kidnapped someone, they usually killed them immediately. There was little mercy and little tolerance for showboating. He knew that once the other families heard about Danny’s plan there would be consequences, the old school didn’t like attention. And they didn’t tolerate soldiers crossing the line and killing their bosses and installing themselves as king. Was this why Danny was riding with such a small crew? It didn’t matter Jimmy told himself, he had to get through this alive and well enough to make it back home. Stealthy, he emerged from the door and closed it quietly behind him. He saw a bright light in the north part of the building, avoiding it, he went south. He didn’t want any confrontation if possible. When he got to the end of the hall, he stood still with his knucks ready but again there was no one to be found. What the hell was going on he thought to himself?
Proceeding into the kitchen he found himself alone and figured the staff of the bistro were sent home while Boris and Natasha executed their evil plan. Seeing a door, Jimmy bolted towards it and spent a good thirty seconds unlocking the latches and chains. Within in moments he was outside and he took off southbound towards a tiny alleyway. Picking up the pace, he got further and further until he almost got to the corner, when a fat guy emerged from nowhere. Jimmy knew he had to get the drop first before the guy knew what was going on so he didn’t break his stride and went straight at the guy. When he was at arm’s length, Jimmy saw the guy reach into his waistband, so lunged himself at the guy, hitting him with his belt. With all the might he could muster he directed the belt, lock and all at the guy’s face. The surprise attack had the guy flat on his behind and Jimmy jumped on top of him trying to wrestled the gun out of his hand. It was fast and brutal, Jimmy had no mercy on the poor bastard. He had him beaten within seconds and his reward was a shiny new gun. Looking around, he saw no one in sight except a homeless lady digging through the dumpster at the corner. Casually as he could, Jimmy crossed the street all the while keeping his eyes peeled for anymore Alunni surprises.
With his heart racing, and the adrenaline still flowing Jimmy found the nearest public space which was a furniture store. There, he startled the cashier who thought the store was being robbed. He had to explain that he was a cop and needed to use the phone, handing over her cell, she threw it on the counter, still not trusting his story. When she saw he called 911, her opinion changed. He asked to be transferred to the department’s dispatch and gave the code words: Tom & Jerry. Immediately, he was patched through to one of the local dispatchers and when she answered, Jimmy requested to be put through to his supervisor and gave another code word: Argos. Within seconds he was on the phone with Agent Cohen who was at the office seeing over the manhunt.
“This better be good, I’m in the middle of an impor..”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re busy!”
“Glad you noticed,”
“Where the hell are you? We’ve been…” Before Cohen could get the rest of the sentence out, Jimmy began talking over him, “Never mind, I was captured by the Alunnis with Fenetti.” “What?!?” exclaimed Cohen.
“Bring backup to Matteo’s Bar & Bistro and bring a bus.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No, but Fenetti is.”
“Alright, I’ll be there in a..” At that point Jimmy just hung up, he had neither the time, nor the patience, to deal with Cohen. He had been through enough without having to play nice with someone he couldn’t respect. For Jimmy this was just another bad day at the office and the future held no promise that it would get any better.
Stopping in his tracks, he recognized the voice, “Fenetti, is that you?”
Looking over her shoulder, Cassandra glared at Jimmy and moaned again, “Shiiit!”
“Nice to see ya too, bitch!”
“Fuck off!” she yelled as the room swirled around her.
“Not fucking with you period,” Jimmy said as he continued trying to pick his lock.
“What the hell is going on?” she demanded to know.
“We’re about to be butchered because of you,” he answered her.
“I didn’t have anything to do with this!” she exclaimed.
“If you weren’t such a shady bitch, me and Amato wouldn’t have been running all over this town looking for your dank ass.”
“Keep talking troll and I’ll shove my foot straight up your ass.”
“Bring it Princess!”
“Oh the language!” A loud nasaly voice said. Shocked, they both looked up and heard footsteps coming down the basement steps.
Though her instincts told her to run and hide, Cassie didn’t. Instead she awkwardly stood up to meet her fate as Jimmy could only look on. Slowly from the staircase emerged none other than Destiny Van Holsten, Stephano’s ex wife. The sight of her made Cassie sick to her stomach and she began to feel just as bad she did before. Nonetheless she fought the urge to not tremble, Cassie would not allow this woman the satisfaction of intimidating her. If this was the end, then she was determined to die with a little dignity.
Walking towards Cassie, Destiny’s black and white sheath dress made her look terribly out of place in a situation like this. Behind her, was her new benefactor/boyfriend, Danny Marchesi. Immediately Cassie demanded to know, “What the hell is this?”
“A celebration silly, tonight we celebrate the life of Stephano Rimaldi while his fiance tragically disappears.” Destiny answered.
“Tisk, tisk, you were always irresponsible Cassandra,” Danny snickered, “But not showing up to your own fiance’s wake, that’s disappointing.”
Being mocked by dumb and dumber made Cassie seethe and she lunged at Destiny but luckily for her, Danny grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back just a few feet out of range from Destiny. That didn’t stop Cassie from spitting on her, which is right when she felt a carefully manicured hand slapping her across the face. Like a sick threesome, the two got off on torturing Cassie knowing that her beloved could do nothing. As Cassie was restrained by zip ties and held by her hair, Danny looked over at Jimmy and said, “It’s gotta hurt to see the one you risked everything for getting gutted.” It was then Jimmy realized they thought he was Agent Amato, knowing there was a way to save Cassie, he said, “I think you got this all twisted. I ain’t her boyfriend.”
Putting her pimp hand down, Destiny walked over to Jimmy and looked really hard at him. “Holy shit, Danny, you got the wrong guy!”
“Don’t listen to him, he’ll say anything to trick us.”
“No, he’s not the guy I saw in the newspapers. He wasn’t this small.”
“Hey, who the hell you callin’ small, Barbie?”
“Oh shut up, Frodo!” Destiny said with disdain.
“Damn it! I knew I should’ve checked before we pounced,” Danny lamented, “At least we got her,” he said yanking again on Cassie’s hair.
“Yeah, two outta three ain’t bad, but still it would’ve been nice to kill her while he watched. The fact that he’s a fed just makes it yummy.” She said laughing like a psychopath.
Taking his gun out of his waistband, Danny put the barrel to Cassie’s head and looked at Destiny, “You want the honor?”
Taking the gun from him, Destiny surprised everyone when she pistol whipped Cassie instead. “Wish I could do it now, but she’s the entertainment.” Lifting up Casssie’s head with her index finger, she explained, “We’re inviting everyone here tonight to watch the great Cassandra Fenetti get capped in the face. We’re even live streaming it on social media.” As Cassie’s face began to bruise, Destiny added insult to injury, “I would tell you to clean up and get yourself together but what would be the point?” As soon as those words left her mouth, Cassie headbutted her, knocking Destiny right on her ass. Though he didn’t mean to, Jimmy snickered and had to conceal his amusement at the events unfolding.
It was no laughing matter however when Danny unleashed several punches to Cassie’s face. Unlike Destiny though, Cassie continued to stand upright and took the punishment. Outraged, Destiny kicked Cassie in the knee all the while shrieking, “You think we’re playing?” As Cassie grunted in pain, she was down to one knee that’s when Danny went in for the final blow punching her in the temple. Cassie collapsed in a heap on the floor still restrained and remarkably quiet for someone getting the stuffing beat out of her. Disturbed by what he was seeing Jimmy yelled, “Hey! You made your point, back the fuck off!” This enraged Danny who wasn’t done dolling out punishment. He took the gun off the floor and was stopped by Destiny who said, “No! He could be a bargaining chip.” Stroking Danny’s face, she explained, “He’ll be useless dead.”
Looking back at Cassie, who was unconscious Destiny growled, “Fenetti, on the other hand is dead.”
Signaling him, while she fixed her messy hair, Destiny said, “Come on, we got a party to plan.” Relieved that it was over, Jimmy watched as they slithered up the stairs and back to whatever pit they crawled out of.
Meanwhile at the Matteo’s Bar & Bistro, Jimmy was bound and trapped in the basement of the neighborhood hot spot. When he first gained consciousness and he didn’t like what he saw. Every instinct in his body told him this was a mob hit in the making and he had to get out of there. As Jimmy scanned the room for a door or window, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Quickly, he put his head down and pretended to still be unconscious. The footsteps were slow and purposeful, they were also heavy, either the guy was huge or he was carrying something. “Careful, the boss said he wanted everything done exactly his way,” a raspy voice said.
“I know what I’m doin,’” answered a very annoyed and out of breath accomplice. Jimmy listened hard for any other voices or footsteps but heard none. He still couldn’t be certain there were only two of them, for all he knew there could be ten more thugs upstairs. Escape wasn’t looking good. As Jimmy listened on, he heard dragging sounds then a thud, quickly, he peeked and saw a body being dragged across the floor. His heart raced as he tried to discern whether this person was dead or alive. Did it really matter? There was nothing he could do, he was chained up like a dog which meant, this poor SOB was on his own. Closing his eyes again, he kept his head down and made sure not to move. As the men took off for God knows where, Jimmy was left alone with a body in the middle of the basement floor.
It was only after the door closed did Jimmy dare to open his eyes again. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down and looked around for a way to get out of his chains. To his disappointment, the room was completely bare, these guys were smart and weren’t taking any chances. They seemed to have thought of everything; the windows were covered, the door was steel, and there were shackles on the floor as well as chains hanging from the ceiling. However the most disturbing part of the décor were the drain traps on the floor. It was becoming crystal clear to Jimmy; this place was a slaughterhouse. Like cattle, he and his new roommate were going to be butchered. This was not how he imagined his life ending.
Following behind, Amato resealed the apartment and began coming up with his story as to why he and Jimmy were here in the first place. While Jimmy left the building he saw a white van coming slowly down the street. Not thinking too much of it, he waited on the curb until the vehicle passed. Instead it came to a complete stop, hearing the door roll back, his heart stopped, as three masked men jumped out of the van and tasered him before he could even reach for his gun. Amato could only look on horror from the lobby as they dragged his unconscious partner into the van. “Son of a bitch!” Amato growled as he fumbled to get his gun. Running to the front door, he made it to the sidewalk and shot at the white van but it was all in vain. The patrolmen also stumbled to react quickly enough and before they could even start their car, the van had already turned the corner and were out of their sight. Angry, Amato threatened the patrolmen, “Find them or it’s your ass!”
Not one to sit back and twiddle his thumbs, Amato got in his Kia and followed the chaos. Sadly, there was no use, the van was gone, as was Jimmy. So much for walking away Amato thought. Immediately, Amato went into action and called headquarters to his old boss to advise him about the situation. “Track his phone, the GPS has got to still be on,” Amato pleaded. Within ten minutes the entire neighborhood was swarming with Feds and local law enforcement. As the flashing blue and red lights reflected off the shiny glass door, it magnified the intensity of the beams nearly blinding Amato. Right there on the spot, the investigators bombarded him with questions about the appearance of the men as well as the description of the van. Calmly he answered their questions in the hopes that it would help them find Jimmy. Regretting having ever gotten involved in this case, Amato started to question his motives. Why was it so important to find Stephano’s killer? Why did he care about where Cassandra had fled?
His answer appeared in the street, dressed in his street clothes, Special Agent Cohen walked towards Amato. He began firing off questions, “What the hell is going on? How did some street thugs outmaneuver two FBI agents?” Immediately Amato could feel every muscle in his body getting tense. Taking a deep breath, Amato answered Cohen’s questions and only those questions. He never mentioned the results of his own investigation nor did he speak of his methods. He didn’t trust Cohen, not with this investigation and certainly not with Jimmy’s life. Amato would not give what was not earned. When Cohen was done with Amato, he tried to put together what was going on, was this a ransom attempt or terrorism? There were parts of Jimmy’s personnel file that were still classified, it’s very possible he was working some pretty important case.
Seeing Cohen just sitting there, Amato grew agitated and took charge of the investigation going back to the apartment building where he found the manager and requested to see any and all security footage. Flashing his badge he was able to get the manager’s cooperation and was escorted to a small room next to the broom closet. Only one camera was facing the front of the building and it caught everything. Rewinding and replaying, Amato was able to finally pause the video and get a look at the kidnappers. There was one in particular who looked rather familiar but he couldn’t be sure since the man was wearing a ski-mask. Taking a zip file of the footage from the manager, he went back to the office to see if forensics could help him clear up the fuzziness of the image. So far, it wasn’t looking good for Jimmy.