I watched Frankie’s profile as he sped down the highway. His face was full of anger, his jaw clenched in frustration. I’d seen him this angry before and it didn’t end well. The man he was angry with wound up dead on Frankie’s office floor.
I couldn’t understand why this cat, Orlin, continued to stick his ugly head into our business. The mob was no place for cats like him. I could only guess the smelly cat had some of those extra lives to spare. Why else would he cross Frankie, the underboss of the Balini family?
|Smelly Beast! Look at how awful he is!|
Frankie turned to me, his eyes steel. “You ready to take care of two birds with one stone?”
“Yeah. Between Dan’s threats and Orlin moving in on our loansharking territory, I’m more than ready to take care of both of them,” I answered.
“Is this Dan guy even around?” Frankie asked.
|Like The Wall of Shame scares me. Puhleeze!|
“He gives me grief from time to time. Truth be told, he’s not that reliable anymore. You never know when he’s going to show his face,” I said.
“Let’s take him down anyway. I don’t want anyone causing you any headaches,” Frankie replied.
“Dan’s annoying enough to cause a migraine. Are you going to cause them both excruciating of pain?” I asked, hopefully.
“Pat’s a friend of mine and for some reason he likes this Orlin character. I need to respect that. If I can, anyway. A good ass kicking should put Orlin back in his place,” Frankie said.
Soon, we arrived at one of Frankie’s warehouses. We entered the building and hid behind a row of cardboard boxes. I looked up towards the ceiling. I saw my co-worker, Jimmy, above me on a platform in the rafters. From the looks of it, he’d been hard at work setting things up for us.
The entry door opened and in strolled the cat. “Where is my beautiful Viking Woman? I’ve come to make sweet love to you, just like you wanted,” the cat purred. I felt nauseous from the thought of he and the Viking Woman. But, we knew Orlin’s downfall and used it to draw him into our waiting trap.
|Need I say more?|
Frankie and I jumped out from behind the boxes. The wretched animal was caught off guard. As I ran towards Orlin, I smelled his noxious fumes. The cat was on the attack. He was trying to use his ass-gas to knock us out. But, it wouldn’t work. Frankie and I expected such a disgusting tactic. We were prepared with nasal inserts to help block the foul stench.
I threw a cloth sack over the beast and trapped him inside. Frankie quickly tied the end so Orlin couldn’t escape. The cat’s claws dug at the material but it didn’t tear.
“Your shylocking days are over, cat. No more loansharking for you,” Frankie said and gave the bag a swift kick.
The beast cried from within the bag, “I’ll never give it up, Frankie. You don’t scare me. I’ve got more lives than you’ll be able to take!”
I flung the sack onto the X Jimmy had marked on the ground. “You ready?” I shouted up to Jimmy.
From the rafters, Jimmy yelled down, “Hell yeah!” He gave me thumbs up.
Frankie and I moved into a corner of the warehouse. We wanted as much distance as possible between that marked X and ourselves. “Now!” Frankie yelled.
I watched as Dan’s Wall of Shame was cut from the ropes holding it aloft in the rafters. I smiled as it crashed down in a heap of broken brick and mortar. I couldn’t wait to make the call to Dan and let him know I found his wall, then had it destroyed…again.
Once the dust settled, Frankie walked over to pile of debris and said, “I think we got him this time, Amy. We won’t have to worry about that nasty wretch bothering us anymore.”
I smiled once again.