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“That soldier that fucks Jasmine?”
“Yeah, what about him.”
“I want your men to keep an eye on him. I want to know his schedule, everything about him. When he eats, shits, and fucks. Tell Jasmine to ask her boyfriend if he knows anything about the Razors kidnapping Gwen Fielding.”
“Do you want my men to pick him up and put him basement for you?”
The club’s basement is where we question and torture people. Usually, not in that order.
“No. Not yet. Just keep an eye on him. I will let you know if I want him picked up.”
“Okay Capo. If you do grab him the Russians won’t like it. They may retaliate.”
“I know.”
I stand up to leave.
“Oh, and, Dom, keep this between us. I don’t want anybody else to know, not Paul Jr., Vinnie, or Nick.”
“You got it Capo.”
I leave Dom’s office. I walk out of the club. My bodyguards follow me. Always close behind. I do not speak to my father or Paul Jr. I need to do something that can’t wait.
I get into the back seat of my SUV. I pull out my untraceable burner phone that I use to contact people that I don’t want a record of. I text the plain clothes cop I have in my pocket. It is after midnight. I text the following:
“Meet me.”
“Okay – be there in 20 minutes.”
I tell my driver to drive to my favorite meeting place where I always meet Detective Murphy – a small deserted and dark parking area – no cameras, no witnesses – on lower Wacker drive.
We pull into the isolated parking area. We wait. I think about Gwen. I wish I could spend more time with her. I want to get to know her.Do I really want a marriage like Paul Jr.?His wife Gia is very unhappy.
Paul Jr. is constantly cheating on his wife – fucking everything in sight. He was discreet in the beginning of the marriage but that didn’t last long. Paul Jr. always complains that Gia hates him. Doesn’t want him to touch her. What a mess! They are stuck in a loveless marriage. Both miserable. Paul Jr. barely even tried to be faithful to her.Is this what I want?I don’t want what Paul Jr. and Gia have. I want more. I want Gwen to be happy. Loving. Loyal. Keeping our bed warm. Vanessa has been texting me to fuck and I keep putting her off. I don’t know what I am going to do. Maybe once I have Gwen, I will figure it out.
A dark sedan pulls up next to my SUV and parks. Detective Murphy gets out and gets in the SUV. He sits next to me in the back seat.
Detective Murphy is wearing grey sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He must be off duty. His hair is messy like he just woke up.
“Hey Bobby.”
We shake hands. Even though Murphy is on my payroll, we have been friends for years. We attended the same high school. Both of us on the football team. He grew up in Oak Dale – the middle-class suburb right next to wealthier River Estates. From a cop family – me from a mob family – we became friends anyway and have stayed friends for years.
“Murph, I need some information. What is going on with the Antonovich brothers? I just heard from a reliable source that “Velvet Handcuffs” is getting into all kinds of illegal shit. They haven’t been raided by the cops in months. They are doing whatever they want. Manipulating the Razors to rob us and kidnap Gwen Fielding. Threatening Zack Fielding. I met with the Antonovich brothers. They want all the heroin business and more real estate. They act like they are untouchable. What the fuck is going on? I don’t want war with them, but they are trying to break the Outfit.”
“Bobby, the only thing I know is that the Chicago Police Department (CPD) stopped raiding “Velvet Handcuffs,” a few months ago. I don’t know what is going on. I made some inquiries and an order to leave them alone came from somebody high up in the food chain – not the cops.”
Murphy is nervous. He is tapping his foot. Annoying.
“Who?”
“Nobody knows.”
“Can you find out?”
I sigh in frustration.
“I can try. But I get the impression the everything is hush hush when it comes to the Antonovich Brothers.”
