Fedelta 2: A Bad Day At The Office

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“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!”

“Agent Schiavone?”

“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.

Fedelta 2: The Devil Wears Prada

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.

Fedelta 2: Captured

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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.

Fedelta Parte 28: All Hail Cassandra Fenetti!

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*Warning Language*

As Cassie poured the champagne, there was a knock at the door.  Knowing who it was she yelled, “It’s open!”  Instead of Stephano, several armed bodyguards entered the building and immediately began a security sweep of the place.  Turning over several tables, Cassie shouted, “Hey, no breaking stuff!”  One of the goons smiled at her and proceeded to open the ladies restroom door and peeked inside for any ambushes.  As they swept the entire room, they went back to the entrance and gave the all safe signal.  Within seconds, Stephano appeared with a huge grin on his face, “Ad victorem ire spolia!” (To the victor go the spoils) he said feeling like Julius Cesar.  With his coat draped on his shoulders, he looked like a great Roman conqueror as he slowly approached Cassie.  Accepting the glass of champagne she offered, he declared, “It went smooth as silk.  They didn’t even so much as talk shit to us, let alone put up a fight.”

“Good.” Cassie answered raising her glass.

As their champagne flutes clanked, Stephano asked, “Now it’s confession time, how did you know about the gas stations?”

Figuring it was time to come clean, she answered, “My father ran the gas stations, and when he died, my brother took them over.  The Cosimos replaced him with a half-assed hood.”

“God, you’re ruthless.” Stephano said admiring her darker side.

“We’re not done yet, the Cosimos will be back and when they regroup, they’ll throw everything they got at us.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll handle the dog fights.” He said reassuring her.  As he did, he made a gesture to one of his men who immediately left the room and returned with a large black, Hermes Birkin bag.  Handing it to her, he said, “As per our agreement.”  Looking inside, Cassie saw several stacks of cash neatly piled inside.  “You remembered.” She said rather impressed by the $10,000 handbag.

“I remembered, I remember a lot of things.” He said caressing her cheek.

Smiling up at him, she asked, “What about Destiny?”

“She ain’t gotta know.”

“But she will, when I tell her.  You know me, Stephano, I don’t play second to no one.”

“Stop bustin’ my balls, I’m doing the best I can here.”

“Alright, but I’ll only accept this for so long.  I’m not a patient woman.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said in a murmur.  As he leaned in to kiss her, a scuffle broke off, outside.  The sounds of cursing and loud thuds could be heard as Amato and Jimmy fought their way into the room.  With their guns drawn, they entered through the door as Stephano’s security team tried to pin them down.  Waving his hand in the air, Stephano said, “Calm down everybody, what’s the matter here?” as though he didn’t know.

This was Stephano’s big moment and upon seeing him, Amato realized he was just a pawn in a bigger scheme.  Infuriated, he seriously contemplated blowing Stephano’s head off right there and then.  As his hands shook, Cassie immediately stood between the two men and said, “You can’t, you’ve come too far to blow this now.  Let us do what we gotta do.”  Bewildered Amato looked at her and asked, “You can’t be serious?”  And through a broken heart broke, Cassie answered, “Do you want this to be over or not?  With the Cosimos gone, we’ll both be free.  No more running and no more hiding.  I know it sounds like a dream, but we’re close now.  Just let me go.”

Amato had to force his fingers to slowly unwrap themselves from the trigger.  As he did, Stephano’s men backed off and rallied around their boss.  Walking out the door, Cassie didn’t look back, and as Stephano followed her lead, he looked at Amato and adding insult to injury he mocked, “How did you think this was gonna end?”

Author Bio:
Rachel Rueben is author of the bestselling YA novel Hag and The Eternal Bond Series both available on Wattpad. To keep up with Rachel, you can sign up for her frighteningly entertaining newsletter here.

Fedelta Parte 26: Checking Out

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*Warning: Language*

It was all being set up, Jimmy and his crew were preparing to play supporting roles to Amato’s takeover of Clark’s gas station on 105th.  They surveillanced the station for the entire day coming back with photos of both the outside and inside of the building.  Jimmy pinned them to a corkboard next to the bar and as he finished, another group of his boys came in with the names and addresses of the men employed by the gas station.  Jimmy’s right hand man, began running these name through the PNC (Police National Computer) and even the NNCP (National Name Check Program) to see who they were.  As expect, most of them were petty criminals while a few were internationally known for drug dealing.  So they knew what they were dealing with now, a drug depository for the city.

Amato and the guys hypothesized that the drugs were imported from Sicily and flown into New York where some airport employee, would lose the cargo.  The drugs would most likely be taken by truck to the gas station and the dope would be dropped off at the local distributor.  Then the associates (drug dealers), would come by in droves all day long in vans, trucks and SUVs under the guise of filling their tanks.  “They gotta be making millions, easy!” Jimmy said astonished.  Amato looked at one of Jimmy’s men, a shady looking character wearing a black leather coat and aviator sunglasses.  He looked like a hood and Amato was going to us it to their advantage.  “Hey you, Sticks!” he said, referring to the man’s spiky hair.  “What’s your name?”

“Caruso, Enzo Caruso,” he answered standing up from his chair.

“I want you to visit our friendly little gas station and see if you find anything unusual.”

Caruso looked at Jimmy and he gave Caruso a nod in approval.  The loyalty these guys showed towards Jimmy surprised Amato.  In his unit, loyalty only came if it didn’t conflict with one’s own ambition.  He remembered what Cassie said about, being the best and it angered him.  He had spent his whole career going above and beyond and for what, to have his colleagues stab him in the back?  Yes, he had burned her, and he did it intentionally because he believed it was for the greater good.  He hoped she would see that one day but it was unlikely.  Recalling all that Fedelta crap she talked about, Cassie was most likely going to the grave with a chip on her shoulder.  Besides, vendettas were more fun than forgiveness, and for some people it even gave their lives a purpose.

Looking over at Caruso as he was being wired, Amato saw the cold stare in the young man’s eyes and it always frightened him to see it on someone’s face.  It meant they were mentally checking out.  As an undercover, you had to take all of your normal thoughts and compartmentalize them.  Caruso would no longer be needing them when he went into Super Cop mode.  Thinking as both prey and predator, Caruso would have to walk a fine line all the while looking natural.

“Brings back memories doesn’t it?”  Jimmy asked seeing the longing in Amato’s eyes.  “Yeah, don’t envy the fucker though.”

“Sure you do,” Jimmy said cracking a smile.  “And if you could, you would do it yourself.”

“Guilty,” Amato confessed.

“A good agent never leaves anything to chance, not unless he wants to end up iced in a dumpster.”

“Why are you here Jimmy?”

“The same reason you are,” Jimmy answered.

“Nah, that’s not what I mean, it seems like you want something more and I’m not sure this operation is going to give that to you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I want to clear my name and clean up the department but you seem to need absolution.  Trust me, there’s no forgiveness in our game.”

Insulted by his psycho analysis, Jimmy coldly replied, “You got it all wrong brotha.  I don’t do this because I got sumthin’ to prove, I do it because it’s all I got!  I’ve been spat on, stabbed, punched and kicked…”

“We’ve all been!” Amato interrupted.  “And at the end of the day, sometimes it don’t mean shit.”

The room went silent, and all eyes were on Amato.  Jimmy got in his face and said, “Maybe it don’t mean nuttin’ to you, but it always means something to me.  This job is my life!  It’s my God damn’ religion!”  Tossing his drink at the wall, he yelled “If you ain’t got the balls anymore, maybe you should hide under that fuckin’ bridge with you mentor and powder your pussies!”

Not intimidated, Amato calmly asked again, “Answer the question Jimmy, what are you getting out of this?”

“I’m here because I hate every last single one of ‘em and I want to watch ‘em rot in hell for everything they put me and my boys through!  I want to watch them eat shit and die!  What does it matter to you anyhow?”

“Fedelta.” Amato answered.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Loyalty, Cassie, was telling me about it…. It’s the one advantage the Cosimos have over us. Speaking of that, where is she?”

“She took off for a smoke and hasn’t been back.”  said one of Jimmy’s men.  “Want me to go look for her?” the guy asked.

“Nah, it’s good.” Amato said rather nonchalantly.  However, it wasn’t all good, he knew she was up to something but he had to play it cool.  Meanwhile Jimmy was still holding his head as he tried to calm down so Amato decided to back off lest Mt. Jimmy erupt again.

Looking over at Caruso, Jimmy yelled, “Caruso, get the fuck outta here already!”

However before Agent Caruso left, Jimmy’s crew hooked him up with a body cam and gave him a smart phone to collect intel.  As Caruso was leaving, Cassie was entering the building.  Amato looked at her really hard as she made her way confidently across the room, when she smiled at him, he knew something had changed.  Disappointed, he smiled right back at her then said, “Hey, welcome back!”  When she came within range he hugged her tight and said, “It’s just like old times,” and he meant that in more ways than one.

Author Bio:

Rachel Rueben is author of the bestselling YA novel Hag and The Eternal Bond Series both available on Wattpad. To keep up with Rachel, you can sign up for her frighteningly entertaining newsletter here.

Fedelta Parte 25: Forget Me Not

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Cassie waited impatiently in the corner booth of Carmelita’s for Stephano.  Tapping her red nails on the table’s black, laminate veneer, she wondered what was the angle?  Either he had talked to his boss, or he didn’t want his wife Destiny, hearing what he had to say.  Perhaps it was a little of both?  Turning her head towards the window, she watched people passing by the restaurant, when finally she saw him.  Dressed in a long wool coat,  with his face barely peeking out from his black fedora was Stephano Rimaldi.  Flanked by his two bodyguards, he walked into the restaurant and was greeted instantly by a server who took his coat and hat then, carefully placed them on the coat rack in the corner.  Stephano looked over his should at one of his men and without fumbling, the man pulled out a fifty dollar bill and tipped the server.  Having made his day, the server smiled and said, “If you need anything Mr. Rimaldi, just give me a holler.”

“Just get me my usual.” Stephano replied.  Then without a word the young man ran off to the back to get his order.  Meanwhile Cassie, watched his entre and was not impressed at all.  Quietly ignoring him, she continued to sip her caramel macchiato, and only when he sat down did she even bother looking up.  Placing her cup on the saucer Cassie asked, “Why the change of heart Stephano?”  Shrugging his shoulders he answered, “Guess I’m just sentimental.”  She could see he was lying.  His boss got to him.

Playing the game, Cassie pretended to be sentimental too.  She forced her facial features from resting bitch face, to a more softer, gentler, look.  “We did have some good times back in the day,” she sighed as she looked around the room.  Smiling at her Stephano said, “Yeah, what I wouldn’t do for simpler times.”

“Simple?  I was the one who had to sneak around my father’s house like a crook.”

“Hey my parents weren’t so keen on you either.  I had to keep a lot of secrets from my father too.”
Intrigued Cassie asked, “Why am I just hearing about this?”

“Cuz, it didn’t matter to me, I would’ve walk on hot coals just to see you.”

“I was crazy about you too, ya know.”

“So what the hell happened to us?” Stephano asked.

“John happened that’s what.” Cassie said in an accusatory manner.

An uncomfortable silence lingered over them as the room buzzed with activity all around them.

Playing it safe, Cassie stuck to her original plan and just pitched the deal.  “The Cosimos are getting sloppy and right now a few of their gas stations are unprotected.  It would be a shame if someone absconded with those properties.”

“Okay, I’m listening,” he answered.

“Hey, I don’t anything for free.”

Laughing Stephano remarked, “I remember!  So what’s this gonna cost me?”

“40% of the loot.”

“That’s steep!”

“I know a guy who’s interested in selling some info,”  Cassie said.

“What kind of info?”

“Blue prints, names, and shifts of the soldiers in charge.”

“You’re talking about a takeover, that could start a war.” Stephano said rather uncomfortable.

“Yeah, it could but if the right person did the takeover, there’d be no worries.”

“God I miss you Cassandra but I don’t trust you.  Not anymore.  You’ve been talking to that FBI stronzo (asshole) and if you recall, that ruined both our lives.”

“Both of us?  As I recall you married a model and got a nice cushy, brownstone in Brooklyn while I was the one with the bullet in her head.”

“Yeah, and it didn’t teach you anything.”  He said looking over his shoulder when he heard the sound of cups clanking.  As the server approached the table, Stephano smiled and accepted his overpriced Illycaffè, placing it on the table in front of him.

“Anything else?”  The server asked.

“No, I’m good.” Stephano answered.  When the server left, Stephano leaned in, looking Cassie right in the eye and said, “If you were smart, you’d stop worrying about business and start…”

“What, get back in line?  Too late for that ain’t it?”  Cassie said then chuckled a bit.
“Well I hate to see anything else happen to you Cassandra.” Stephano warned her.

“How sweet,” Cassie said coldly.  Looking at the blank expression on her face, sensing her tone had changed from curiosity to heartless, Stephano asked, “Jesus, what happened to you?”

“A lot.” She said taking another sip of her macchiato.  “You know as I lay dying on the floor, I had a revelation.  I realized I had to trade in my tiara for the crown.”

Laughing rather nervously, Stephano said, “Come on, you’re talking crazy.”  When she didn’t react, he became intrigued, “So what, you’ve been playin’ everybody?”

“Are you in?” she insisted.

He sat in silence and began gulping his fancy coffee drink while Cassie looked on in anticipation.  “Okay, Meryl Streep, I’m in but if anything goes sideways, you’re gonna wished you’d bled out on Mira’s (Café) floor.”

So it was set, Cassie had an out but now she had to make plans for an ugly showdown.  Getting up from her seat, she walked out of the restaurant a free woman but for how long?  Flagging a cab down, she began the journey back home to her stronzo, Amato.

 

Author Bio:
Rachel Rueben is author of the bestselling YA novel Hag and The Eternal Bond Series both available on Wattpad. To keep up with Rachel, you can sign up for her frighteningly entertaining newsletter here.

Fedelta Parte 24: The House That Destiny Built

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Cassandra Fenetti waited for Stephano’s driver around the corner from the VFW.  No one knew that she was even missing yet but it would only be a matter of time before Amato started asking questions.  If he knew that she was meeting her ex, Stephano Rimaldi, he would never trust her again which is why this all had to be done on the D.L..  In less than 15 minutes, a black Cadillac Escalade, appeared from the northbound lane of 33rd street.  The 60 year old chauffeur pulled over next to the curb and emerged from the driver’s seat dressed in a black wool coat and matching driver’s hat.  Stephano made all his employees wear uniforms because he liked showing off his wealth.  It was what she liked so much about him.  He had charisma, and it was obvious that the Alunni would be calling him boss one day.

As the driver walked over to her side of the car, he opened the back, passenger door, “Madame,” he said tipping his hat.  Cassie nodded her head in acknowledgement and smiled while climbing inside the nice and warm Cadillac.  As the driver headed back into the vehicle, she saw a glimpse of her reflection in the rearview mirror and was horrified at the image reflected back at her.  The last time she saw Stephano, she was dumping him for Amato.  Back then her hair wasn’t uneven from brain surgery.  Doing her best she tried to hide the mess with her knit cap but she felt people could still tell.  Surveying the damage, she took out her compact, and immediately zeroed in on the scar on her face from when she fell head first on the floor when her brother Dominic shot her.

Her ego told her that it was a mistake to go to Stephano looking this way but her authentic self, told her to hell with her looks.  She had no interest in Stephano and he most likely had none in the woman who kicked him to curb.  Besides, she heard he married some wannabe model with fake hair and even faker assets only six months after the breakup.  What was that woman’s name?.. Denise, Debbie…no, she thought to herself it was a stripper name.  Cinnamon, Daisy, no it was Destiny…Destiny Van Holsten.  The thought that someone would name their kid something so stupid made her giggle.  It was almost as if that poor girl was doomed to work the pole.  Near to laughing out loud, Cassie had to cover her mouth as she desperately tried to regain her composure.  Thank God the driver was too busy watching the road to see her.

Remembering their tumultuous affair, she recalled her father forbidding her to see him.  He was the enemy after all and therefore the Anti-Christ in his eyes.  However Cassie never took her dad’s advice especially, when it came to matters of the heart and this was no exception.  If it had been up to him she would’ve been locked up in a nunnery somewhere in Timbuktu.  It was a miracle he never caught her sneaking out late at night let alone, sneaking back into the house during the wee hours of the morning.  Caressing the seat’s leather armrest, she smiled at the memories this trip was conjuring up.  What a shame, so many good times lost and for what?  A fake fiancé who turned her life upside down once, with his untimely death and then again, with his recent resurrection.  What was she doing this for?  Here was a prime opportunity for her to return to her old life with no repercussions.  She had avenged her father, and Dom was dead, so there was no reason to play this good Samaritan role anymore.  Besides, Amato was too complicated for her tastes.  She liked her men simple and easy to deal with and Amato would never be either.  Plus he had secrets, and she was certain that there were more to come.

“Who are you Amato?” she asked looking out of the window.  Cassie realized she couldn’t risk anymore for him and was going to level the playing field while securing her position.  Just as she got lost in her thoughts, the car came to a stop and the driver got out.  Recognizing the old brownstone, she almost felt a sense of relief.   Suddenly a man appeared, it was one of Stephano’s bodyguards.  He motioned for her to follow him which she did, right into the house and into the foyer.  A butler took her coat and offered her a seat in a nicely plush, white, suede chair.  Thanking the man, she looked around the room.  Stephano or his wife had redecorated the house, with a white and gold theme.  “Would you like a beverage Ma’am?” the butler asked.  She requested a gin and tonic since she never got to finish the one she had at the VFW.

As the butler mixed her drink at the small drink cart in the corner, Cassie looked at the oddly familiar room and figured the décor was definitely gaudy, nouveau riche.  It had to be Destiny’s idea, Stephano most likely just signed off.  She saw several pathetic knock offs of Bellagio’s Venus and Caravaggio’s Bacchus adorning the very white walls and even though they were knock offs, she could tell they were expensive.  The canvases were nice and the framing was ornate.  Again this woman’s tastes made Cassie laugh because if she were going to try and pass off a fake portrait, she would have chosen lesser known work.

What was she doing?  Cassie thought as she caught herself comparing herself to Destiny.  How low could her self-esteem be that she was judging the wife of an ex-boyfriend?  Cassie realized she had to stop and get into a serious frame of mind, if she didn’t this was never going to work.  Just as she was pulling herself together, Stefano entered the room wearing his trademark steel blue Versace suit.  “Hey Cassandra, what can I do ya for?”  Before she could answer, the butler handed her a glass of gin.  Taking a chair across from her, Cassie began with an apology.  As she was apologizing, a woman walked through the door, tall, thin, and very blonde.  With her were several shopping bags, clutched in her newly manicured hands.  Sauntering into the salon, Stephano’s eyes lit up as she gave him a kiss.  “Destiny, glad you’re here, I want you to meet my old high school sweetheart, Cassandra Fenetti.  She’s the one I told ya about.”

Cassie shook her hand and asked rather annoyed, “What did he tell you?”

“Ah nothing, just that you just broke his heart.”  She answered rather nonchalantly.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Cassie said then chuckled, however, no one was laughing along with her.  “Oh,” she said somberly, “Well everything turned out alright for you two.” She said trying to put a positive spin on things.  Destiny immediately smiled and looked at Stephano, “She’s right, I should be grateful that relationship didn’t work out.”  Stefano returned the smile and asked, “Cassandra what brings you here?”  Immediately, Cassie looked up at Destiny and said, “It’s personal.”  Taking the hint, Destiny shrugged her shoulders and said, “I guess I’ll go find something to do.”  Smiling as she left the room, she made direct eye contact with Stefano and he smiled back, unable to take his eyes off her.  It was cute Cassie thought, cute, but annoying.  As they were playing love struck teenagers, she took out a pack of smokes.

When she was out of earshot, Cassie continued, “I have a deal to make.”  Immediately, Stephano chuckled, “What?  You got some nerve…”

“The Cosimo’s gas stations, there’s gonna be a takeover”

“So what?  What does that have to do with me?”

“Millions are about to go up in smoke,” she said as she lit a cigarette.

A flash of anger crossed his face and then he looked down at the floor as though he were conflicted.   Carefully she hit all the right tunes, “Look, I want to help you, why look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“Cuz, you’re one of them,” he answered.

“Yeah, I’m one of them who went out her way to take them down.  I gave up my brother, my fiancé and know what?  I ain’t done.”

Rising up from his chair, he said forcefully, “Get out!”

Standing up, Cassie met him, eye to eye and placed a piece of paper in his jacket pocket then she whispered as smoke slowly poured from her lips, “Just in case you change your mind.”

He snorted, and then looked away again.  He was struggling again, he wanted to say something but was fighting the urge.  When he met her gaze again, he pointed to the door.

Without a sound she walked over to the butler who handed her, her coat.  As Cassie slid it on, she noticed what appeared to be Destiny peeking from around the hallway.  Pretending she didn’t notice her, Cassie took her leave and quietly walked out the front door.

However, instead of taking off in a huff, Cassie decided to get reacquainted with the old neighborhood and walked to a coffee shop at the corner where she and Stefano used to meet.  Taking one last drag from her cigarette, she dropped it to the ground and extinguished it with her shoe.  With purpose she walked over to a dark, corner booth in the back in that booth they would make their plans for a better life outside the business.  It was bitter sweet, to know neither one of them would ever completely escape this life.  But it had to be done, just one more job and she would walk away Cassie told herself.  However she knew this wasn’t true, something or someone would always pull her back.  As her thoughts got dark, the phone in her purse rang and looking at the I.D. on the screen, she saw it was none other than Stephano.

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Cassandra Fenetti waited for Stephano’s driver around the corner from the VFW.  No one knew that she was even missing yet but it would only be a matter of time before Amato started asking questions.  If he knew that she was meeting her ex, Stephano Rimaldi, he would never trust her again which is why this all had to be done on the D.L..  In less than 15 minutes, a black Cadillac Escalade, appeared from the northbound lane of 33rd street.  The 60 year old chauffeur pulled over next to the curb and emerged from the driver’s seat dressed in a black wool coat and matching driver’s hat.  Stephano made all his employees wear uniforms because he liked showing off his wealth.  It was what she liked so much about him.  He had charisma, and it was obvious that the Alunni would be calling him boss one day.

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Fedelta Parte 22: Our Better Angels

Fedelta Part 22
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The halls of the VFW buzzed with activity as old men sprung to life coming and going while they rearranged the room.  “Bring in that chalkboard!” ordered a man pointing the way with his cane.  A door opened and a beam of angelic light pierced the dark room, making everyone in the room pause to look.  Seeing it was just Jimmy, they went straight back to work.  “Guess they thought it was the Grim Reaper” joked Amato.  His audience however was not appreciative.  Sitting right across from him was Cassandra Fenetti, the woman he bailed on less than twelve hours prior.  This was his third old geezer joke and like all the others before, all he got was a dead-eye stare.

“Okay Cassie, lay into me.  You know you’ve been wanting to.”  Again, all he got was silence and a stare.  “Go on, tell me I’m a punk ass or a p*ssy, I can take it but know this, I did it all for you.”

Rolling her eyes at the pathetic attempt, Cassie answered, “You did it because you thought you could take on the Feds by yourself.  Just like you thought you could take on the Cosimos, by yourself.  This martyrdom act is gettin’ old John, I thought we were in this together.”

“Cassie, if I can do something dangerous without you, I will.  If you’re waiting for an apology, then keep waitin’ sister.”

Cassandra didn’t like his tone, and in response she reminded him, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you don’t run shit around here!  You sure as hell don’t…”

 

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Fedelta: Parte 15: Reunion

Fedelta Part 15

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Through the dirty window only a sliver of sunshine pierced the dimly lit hallways of the abandoned apartment building Detective Amato was now using as a hideout. Leading Cassie through the maze of littered corridors, they came to a staircase that went up 4 stories. In the stairwell, they encountered a homeless man sitting on the steps with his dog on his lap. Looking up at her, he smiled a toothless grin which Cassie returned rather nervously.

In complete silence she followed Amato until they reached a beige steel door with the number 42 written in worn out brass. It became obvious why Amato chose this place, it was a government housing project. These places were well built to endure the abuse doled out by tenants and the neglect from building managers. If he was ever compromised, this place would give Amato the precious…

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Fedelta Parte: 14: Escondido (Hide & Seek)

Fedelta Part 14

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Not wanting to let go, Fiona, held on to her daughter Cassandra as they embraced on the stoop. “Come back home, you hear me?” she said still hanging on. “Got it ma,” Cassie answered, as she let go of her mother’s hand. With everything she needed, Cassandra had to find Detective Amato and save him from himself.

It was going to be a tough task since he hadn’t responded to her calls in weeks. The only clue she had was an envelope of cash with her name on it. This alone, showed just how dire his situation was. Cassie was no fool, she knew things with his brothers in blue had gone sideways and he was most likely in the wind. Now all she had to do was find out where, but if she failed, the consequences could be fatal.  It was only a matter of time before…

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