THE YOUNG SOPRANOS (TYS) PART 6--XI

THE

YOUNG SOPRANOS

(TYS)

PART 6

CREATED

J. BECK

2026

SATURDAY MORNING

8:05AM

AUGUST 5 2017

BELLVILLE NJ

After the conclusion of the Young Sopranos Crews' Saturday Morning Sit-Down to divide their Spoils from their Friday night Mock Poker Game to execute Coco & Walden for their violation of a Made-Man Larry-Boy's daughter Melissa Barese they all headed out in their own directions.

Bobby Baleno Baccalieri called AJ over to his parked car in the driveway to open the trunk. Bobby showed AJ five red marked car tires that he explained came from his cousin DonnyZ.

Donnyz's Zig-zag Street Gang had hijacked a semi-teailer load of tires Bobby was moving when he/Rhino discovered the red ear-marked tires. Each Tire had five kilos of drugs duct-taped hidden inside.

AJ raises a brow as he listens staring at the tires in the trunk. (OK?!)

Bobby gives AJ one of the five tires with 5 kilos as his 20% "KICK-UP". AJ calls Robbie over to put the Duty-Tire in AJ'S rental car trunk for him.

"Who else knows about this Bobby?! (NOBODY.)

"Good Man!" AJ said as the two young men shake hands.

Before Bobby says:

"You know there were at least 500 new stacked tires stored in Coco's Warehouse?!" (YEA ?!)

"MAYBE WE SHOULD GO EMPTY THE WAREHOUSE BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE DOES?!" Bobby suggested.

AJ cracks a grin slapping his big overgrown cousin across the back.

"You shifty motherfucker Bobby! Nothing gets pass you!--Yes. We should empty that Warehouse immediately! & I am putting you & Robbie in charge of it.

Go retrieve two cargo trucks from T-Storage & I will send the Palmice Brothers along to assist you--They should be showing up there anytime. Perry should be around at noon.

& BE SURE TO NOSE AROUND BOBBY TO SEE WHAT ELSE MAY BE THERE!" (WILL DO T!)

"COME ON APOLLO!--WE HAVE WORK TO DO!" Bobby prods Robbie as closes AJ car trunk-lid.

AJ pads Robbie's back--"I meant What I said inside Rob: "Keep your Shit Together--I'm counting on you Duck!"

"I will T!" (You fucking Better) AJ concluded lighting a cigarette to leave.

"GOTTA GO--NOW GO HELP BOBBY!"

* * *

"GODDAMN YOU ROB!" Bobby said glaring as he inserted the key into the ignition to start the car. (WHAT?!)

"WHAT?!--YOU ARE ON THE BOSS SHIT LIST!" (WHAT?!)

"DON'T FUCKING WHAT? ME DUCK. AJ made himself perfectly clear back in the kitchen.

"It will be OK."

"OH--WILL IT BE?!--LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING APOLLO:

IF THE BOSS SAYS YOU HAVE A PROBLEM?!--YOU HAVE A BIG FUCKING PROBLEM." (I hear you Bobby!)

"You better hear me Fucker!--I'm SERIOUS!"

(I know you are--I will handle it.)

"Well--You own me!" (OWN YOU?--FOR WHAT?)

"For bailing out your drowning ass back there at the kitchen table. We both know your Pussy-Problems are the least of your Troubles." (YEA?!)

"YEA. You been fucking up for the past week before the RAT SKELLAR incident. You're going to fuck around & that "Tanner" girl at the CDL School will have a higher grade-point average then you." (Whatever.--Who Cares?)

"AJ FUCKING CARES YOU DUMB-ASS!--WHOSE FUCKING PAYING FOR US TO GO TO BETTER OUR FUTURES?! (I KNOW.)

"SO--FUCKING ACT LIKE YOU KNOW APOLLO!"

Robbie's cellphone begins vibrating:"FUCK"

"WHAT IS IT NOW?!" Bobby sarcastically asked without looking as he drove straight ahead.

"It's Nothing.--I just have to make a Drop. I Forgot."

"SEE!--YOU FORGOT ROB?!" Bobby slams the steering-wheel in disgust.

"Listen to me Roberto--You take my car & go handle your business then come meet the Palmice Brothers at the warehouse."

"Are you Sure Bobby?"

"Yea--I'm Sure Rob--I will cover for you Fucker. Just make it Quick & Get your ass down to the Riverfront to help finish up!" (Thanks Bobby)

"Yeah--Whatever Apollo--Just Get It Done!"

* * *

Robbie pulls up at an abandoned warehouse in Newark in Bobby Baleno's car. Taking a deep breath to exhale as he climbs out of the old vintage car.

Robbie stands behind the car to piss as he lights a cigarette before shaking himself off & gathering himself to enter the drop-off location.

Inside the vacant dim sun-beamed streaked warehouse Robbie enters to find Detective Stella Brewster sitting atop the lone wooden table in the center of the hollow vaulted space.

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!" Robbie remained silent staring at her.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION APOLLO!--WHAT TOOK YOU SO FUCKING LONG?!"

Stella repeats herself standing atop the table looking down upon him.

Robbie looks up at her in the eyes as he takes a deep drag of his cigarette.

"I CAN'T DO IT STELLA."

"YOU CAN'T DO WHAT ROB?!"

Stella asked jumping down off the table onto the concrete floor standing face to face with him.

"I cant do it Stell! I WONT do it! I will not betray AJ. You can do whatever the fuck you want with me. You can turn me in with your trumped up bullshit charges if you want?!

But I will not be your Rat or anyone else's. I would rather go face AJ and tell him the truth before I become your "Bitch" behind his back."

"GOOD!" Stella smiles. (GOOD?!)

"YEA--GOOD. IT WAS A TEST SILLY! AND YOU PASSED!" (I DID?!)

"YEA.--I had to see if you can be trusted for my Beloved Husband's Sake!"

"Godsamn you Stella--Couldn't you just fucking asked me without all of the drama & humiliation?!" Robbie cracks half a smile.

"Well You have to Admit--It was kinda kinky & exciting all the same?!" (HARDLY!) Rob gives her a dismissing laugh.

Then Stella steps back to bend over the table with her ass up in the air in his face.

"Maybe you should repay me for my insolence Roberto?!" Stella suggest as she slaps herself across the buttocks.

"WHAT?!--IS THIS SOMEKIND OF ANOTHER TEST?!" Robbie Spears.

"Come On Robbie--Don't Make Me Beg!"

(WHY NOT?)

. . .

(TO BE CONTINUED)

BACKSTORY FROM:

THE YOUNG SOPRANOS

(TYS) PART 5--XXIII

STELLA BREWSTER SOPRANO

NEWARK POLICE DEPARTMENT

DETECTIVE

XXIII

Wednesday Evening:

The unidentified woman police officer stood behind Robbie Pontecorvo who was bent over a table naked inside an empty warehouse w/both of his arms out-stretched behind him by an overhead rope "Posing (him) the Question."

"So Scumbag--Here's the Question: Where did you get this COLE gym-bag?!" The woman asked in his ear.

"Ive never seen that bag." Robbie raises his head to answer.

With that the woman officer lifts her leg to kick the table that was holding him up forward from behind causing Robbie's body weight to drop & caused the rope tension to painfully increase stretching his arms in their sockets.

To Robbie's credit he suffered the pain without making a sound as he teedered on his toes to remain upright.

"WRONG ANSWER APOLLO!" (APOLLO?)

The woman officer stepped out from behind him to reveal herself to her victim & stood facing him as she leaned forward across the table beyond him.

"STELLA?!--WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!" Robbie asked glaring up at her before dropping his head.

Stella grabs a fistful of his sweaty head of hair to lift his face up.

"You haven't given me the correct answer to my Question yet Apollo?!--Where did you get this bag?!"

"I FOUND IT!"

"You found it?--So You found it just like I did inside your car garage where your mother committed suicide? WHERE DID YOU FIND IT?!"

"I FOUND IT LEFT IN A PARKING LOT!"

Stella drops his head & slams the table-top between them: "I don't fucking believe you Robbie." (It's the Truth!)

"NO IT ISN'T--THE GODDAMN TRUTH! The truth is you stole this gym-bag I found empty except for an illegal firearm left inside of it. Which I am certain has your finger-prints all over it! (The gun isn't mine!)

"NO?!--Well I can tell you this bag that was once full of drugs & money belongs to some poor fucker clinging to life laying in a coma after someone attempted to murder him & stole this bag!

Which I found in your garage w/only a gun left without serial numbers inside that has your finger-prints on it?!"

"I don't know what you are talking about Stella! I just found the empty bag in a parking lot like I told you?! Someone else must of committed the crime. Took the drugs & money & dropped the bag w/the gun inside it."

Stella leans down across the table to shove it back under his dangling body to take off some of the painful rope tension. (WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME STELLA?!)

"WHY?! BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING SLOPPY & YOU WORK FOR MY HUSBAND!" Stella hissed spit in his sweaty face.

"You are a goddamn liability to my husband Apollo! What if my partner would of discovered your misplaced bag & gun w/your fingerprints in your garage instead of me?!

Or Even Worse? What happens if my husband finds out about all this?!--You are a dead man Roberto Pontecorvo!" Robbie doesn't answer.

"The way I see it Apollo?! Either you are going to jail for a long time minium for drug trafficing this kilo of cocaine which you brought here to me in response to an unknown callers number? Are you really this goddamn stupid?!

Then you throw in the stolen gym-bag & an unlawful gun w/ your fingerprints on top the drug charges?! You'll be going away for a long time! & Then my husband will probably just have you whacked inside prison for being such a fuck-up. Unless". . . (UNLESS?!)

"UNLESS--YOU DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY!" (WHAT?--WHAT DO YOU WANT STELLA?)

"WHAT I WANT IS YOUR DUMB-ASS TO BELONG TO ME!--& YOU WILL BE MY BITCH FROM NOW ON!"

(WHAT?!)

"You heard me!--Either you become my Bitch?! Or I will haul you in & charge you w/drug trafficing & attempted murder." (I told you I didn't try to kill anyone or steal the bag!)

"Very Well then Apollo!" Stella said walking around behind him again & begins to reading out Robbie's Rights to remain silent & if he needs a lawyer one will be provided for him when he agrees to her Terms.

"OK STELLA--I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY. I will be your Bitch." (You will be my What?!)

"BITCH.--I WILL BE YOUR BITCH!"

"GOOD BOY!--Im glad to hear that for your sake & my husband's! & If you double-cross me?! I will simply kill you myself!" Stella assured him as she let the rope go & he fell face first down onto the table panting.

Stella removes the handcuffs & cracks him across the bare ass:

Now. Stand up & get dressed! You can keep the kilo & I will keep the cash. Consider it my Vig!" (VIG?)

"YEA. That's how it works--Right?! You kick-up to me & I turn my head. You may work for my husband but your ass belongs to me now Apollo. I want 10%. to peddle your dope on my streets!

I don't care what you're doing or where you are but when I contact you from this ghost phone number you better come running! You understand me?! (YES.)

"GOOD BOY!"

From:

THE YOUNG SOPRANOS

(TYS) PART 5--XXIII

(STELLA OVER-PROTECTING HER HUSBAND)

https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/05/the-young-sopranos-part-5-xxiii.html?m=1