THE YOUNG SOPRANOS PART 4--III (CONTINUED)
THE
YOUNG SOPRANOS
PART 4--III
BY
J. BECK
2024
. . .
(CONTINUED)
III
Back in Newark while A.J. was away secretly getting married to Stella abroad in Italy Robbie Pontecorvo had gone to visit Bobby Baccalieri in the basement of his step-mother Janice's house w/a kilo of cocaine for him to sample.
"So--What do you think "Bobby Baleno" ?! Robbie prods.
"It's Good." (ITS GOOD?!--ITS FUCKING GREAT! ITS PURE SHIT!)
"YEA.--That's what I said "Duck-Head"! It's Good."
"Alright--Whatever. Do you want some?!"
Bobby drops his heavy head down into his large hand & rubbing his chin stuble to pondered Robbie's question before responding.
"Yea.--I don't know." (You don't know?! What the fuck is that suppose to mean?!)
"It means what I said: "I don't know.--Where did you get it?!"
"What the fuck Bobby? Seriously? Where did I get it?! I can't tell you that!"
"Doesn't matter.--I know where you got it at.(OH--YOU KNOW?!)
"Yea Duck-Head I know! Whose else could it be?! Nobody is going to give you this much good shit unless you stole it?!" (It's not fucking stolen--It's legit shit!)
"Yea.--I wouldn't think you'd be that stupid Rob! (EASY BIG GUY!)
EASY YOU DUCK!--You came here w/this shit! I didn't ask you to for anything?!" (You're Right Bobby--You're Right!)
"I know I'm fucking Right! I don't want any of it." (OK?--WHY NOT?!)
I/We have enough shit going on between attending this CDL School & still working part-time for A.J. to be out hustling this. But--(But?!)
"BUT-- I'm willing to set you up w/some "Pushers" to move some for you?!" (How So?!)
"This isn't all you have is it?!" (No.--There's more & Smack too)
"OK--Then you give me 10% (Of the profit?)
"OH FUCK NO--FROM YOUR COST. I'm guessing you're getting it for 50K$ ? So I want 5K$ for each kilo you sell. I know right now you can move 2 kilo of each & then more once it makes it's rounds. You pay me 10K$ now & I will arrange two sitdowns w/dealers then 10K$ more after you deliver.
A word to the wise? Don't get too greedy to start or you'll turn them off. They might even decide to rough you up & take it from you for insulting them?!
Remember --You're in this for the long-haul! Wait until you get them hooked then play the supply & demand game to bump up the price."
"OK."--(OK What?!)
"It's a Deal!--Here." Robbie pulls out a big roll of 100 dollar bills from his front pocket to count out 10 Grand to pay Bobby for the Hook-ups.
"One thing I have learnt Bobby-B? If you want to Play? You have to Pay!" (Good Man!)
Bobby texted Sophia to come downstairs that Robbie was there. She appeared instantly asking how long Robbie had been there as she hugged & kissed him.
"Not long. How about you ride along w/him to pick up a couple 2-3 large pizzas from QUEENIE'S?! You can take Nica along w/you if she wants."
"I don't Want!" Sophia said as she groped Robbies bulging crotch while looking up at him w/goggly eyes & a wink. "I may want to give Apollo here a head-job while we ate gone?!"
"Yea?! Whatever. Just go now then before Nica realizes your gone. I'll cover for you. But make it quick! I'm hungrey as Hell! Bring our little sister a gallon of ice cream too! That will appease her!"
"OH--ANYTHING FOR THE LITTLE MAFIOSO-PRINCESS!" Sophia rolls her eyes & grabs Rob arm giggling: "Let's Go Big Boy!"
"HEY--BRING ALLE BACK W/YOU TOO--IF SHE AROUND?! Bobby mumbled to himself as he made a couple phone calls while they wete gone to arrange hook-up deals for Rob.
First he called his cousin Donny Z. & made him a counter offer. Bobby offered Donny a dependable hook-up for a finder's fee of 3K$ & an ounce from each kilo he bought. Bobby assured Donny it was pure shit w/out testing it.
Donny Z. accepts Bobby's offer & agrees to meet w/his cousin's connection the following night at their weekly poker game in Olena's Rat-Skellar basement bar. (Good Deal!)
Then Bobby called Tony Black a long time friend of his late father who was part of the Barose Crew & hung out at their ALBATROSS Social Club.
Bobby made the same offer to Tony B. who also accepted & agreed to meet his connection at the social club. (Good Deal!)
Bobby hung up the phone to look up & find Nica staring at him.
"What was that all about Bobby?! (Nothing.) It didn't sound like Nothing--It actually sounded like Something?!" (Don't you worry yourself over it Princess!)
"OH--I won't worry about it & neither will Mom worry about it as long as you give me my dip?! It sounds to me like an "Uncle June Move" & you are double-dipping between Robbie & Donny?!"
"OH--You will get your Big Dip soon enough Little Girl--Once your big sister gets back!" & Bobby opens his arms wide to give her a bear-hug.
"Where is Sofi anyway?! Nica giggles as Bobby pretends to growl like a bear.
"You don't know?! (NO!) You seem to know all about everything else that's going on around here?! (I don't know!) Well you'll just have to wait & see when they get back!" Bobby teased as he released her to only crawl up on his lap to locate the remote control & turn the Yankees Game on.
Everything went down smoothly between Robbie & Donny Z. at the Rat-Skellar poker game selling two kilos for 65K$ apiece.
The following evening Bobby arranged for Robbie to meet Tony Black at the ALBATROSS Social Club.
Bobby arrived purposely late behind the appointed time for their meeting & entered the empty bar to find Terri stocking the coolers with bottled beer.
"HEY BOBBY BALENO!--JUST THE BIG GUY I WANTED TO SEE!"
Bobby blushing shyly approached Terri behind the bar. "How So?"
"Could you be a dear & carry in two more cases of beer for me?! I will make it worth your time!"
"Oh--I have all the time you need Doll! It will be my pleasure!--I have all night!" Bobby teased squeezing himself in behind her between the bar to retrieve the beer from the back storage room.
When Bobby returned Terri was bent over the cooler with her short skirt hiked up around her sturdy hips exposing her round bare-ass & wet sex inviting him to mount her from behind as she stretched her hand back between her thick thighs to rub her stiff clit while encouraging Bobby to step up & penetrate her.
"Are you going to make me beg you for it Bobby B?!"
"Only if you want to?!" Bobby chuckles as he set down the two cases of beer & unzipped his dress pants to fuck her.
But before they could finish Larry buzzed her to bring a bottle of rum& four glasses to his office.
"Goddamn it Bobby!--Hurry up & give me that big young load of yours!" & Terri dismounts him to kneel down before him behind the bar to orally pleasure him until he ejaculated in her mouth.
Terri stands up swallowing hard as she wiped her mouth off w/the back of her hand revealing a dirty grin.
"THANK-YOU BOBBY BOY! YOURE THE BEST!" Then she grabs a tray & bottle with four glasses. Bobby stuffs himself back inside his slacks & tells her he will escorted her into Larry-Boy's office.
Where he enters behind her & can see that Robbie is tied-up in a chair with his face all bloodied.
"OH--So this is how you fucking treat my friend?!" Bobby draws his chrome long barrel COLT45 revolver from inside his jacket vest holster as he grabs Terri's arm.
"Well your friend here Bobby is pedaling stolen shit!" Tony Black punches Robbie in the ribs. (How So?!)
"Look at the Wrappers! (YEA?) This Shit was stolen--It belonged to Benny Fazio!"
Bobby slowly cracks a grin as he gestures for Terri to set her tray down on their desk still holding on to to her near arm & aiming his pistol at Larry-Boy.
"Well--That's impossible! We all know Benny is fucking dead! You can't steal from a Dead Man."
"This Punk stole it from us!" Larry blurts.
"OH--So first my Punk Friend here stole this shit from Benny & Now from You?!"
"That's Right! We were in business together when he was murdered & this shit belongs to us!" Larry double down.
"You sound like a fucking idiot Larry!"
Bobby grabs the bottle neck of rum & knods for Terri to remove the cork-cap so he could tip it back to drink from the bottle. Then he proceeds to pour each glass half-full before taking a second larger swallow telling Terri to slide the tray across the desk to them.
"I will let you stupid fucks know that you are messing w/a Made Man here gesturing towards Robbie sitting slumped over with blood running from his nose & mouth. (WHAT?!)
"Are dumb fuckers deaf too?!--I said my friend here you have tied up & slapped around is a Made Fucking Man! So I suggest you untie him & lett us go on our way." Bobby takes a third drink from the bottle.
"Drink Up Boys!--It may be your Last?! You see I'm not a Made Man & I don't play by your fucking Rules! I play by my own & if you don't set him loose I'm going to start shooting & Larry-Boy?! You are the first in my gun sites!"
"You got alot of Balls BACCALIERI coming in here flashing your shiny piece so freely." Larry glares as he lifts his drink.
"You got alot of Balls Baccalieri!" Albert repeats.
"Let the Punk Go Boys--But We are keeping the Shit!" Larry insisted until he heard Bobby draw the Colt45's hammer back.
"We will be leaving with everything we came with!" Bobby takes another step forward pointing the long chrome barrel down at Larry's fat red-glowing nose.
Bobby instructs Robbie to grab the two kilos as he staggers to his feet.
"Now--Let's get the Fuck out of here Duck!" Bobby hands Terri the bottle of rum & grabs her arm to walk out backwards behind Robbie falling out through the office door still aiming his gun at them.
"You stupid motherfuckers better start wising up before you find yourselves dead!" Bobby walks out backwards from the office to the back exit still squeezing Terri's arm before kissing her on the cheek & taking the rum bottle back from her saying:
"It's Been Fucking Real Doll!
But Now--We Gotta Go!"
. . .
(To Be Continued)
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