Joey Gallo's Lament

Joe and Larry Gallo sat outside the office of the Italian imports company that old man Profaci had been using as a front since the thirties. I mean they did sell pasta and olive oil and cheese and salami and other Italian imports but they also imported a lot of other stuff. It used to be booze and illegal immigrants and now they were branching into other things. The word was that they were going to go into the babania trade in a big way. Which is why the Gallos wanted to get a taste.

They were sitting at the end of the block in a big Chrysler Imperial that had seen better days. Far enough not to be seen but close enough that they could get to the door before the old man got in his car. Normally he only had a driver or at the most his brother in law Joe One Eye. No problem.

The employees left one at a time. Soon the last of the lights went out. The car pulled up with the bodyguard Sallie Shits at the wheel. The door opened. But it wasn't the old man. It was just his brother-in-law.

"SHIT!" Joey yelled. "Where the fuck is the old bastard. Wadda we gonna do with this simple fuck. If we snatch him the old man would just laugh his ass off. SHIT!"

"We gotta grab him Joe. The other guys are making their moves now. If we don't then we have shown our hand with nothing to show for it. We gotta make a move. Now. Lets go." Larry opened the car and walked up to the drivers side and put a pistol in Sallie Shits face. "Nice and easy paisan and nobody gets hurt. Just keep your hands on the wheel and look straight ahead."

Joey was a different story. He rushed up to where Joe One Eye was struggling with the huge key ring for the building. He grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and banged his head against the door."

"What the fuck? Joey what the fuck you doing" Joe squealed. "Let me go you crazy fuck ubatz!"

"Shadup you stupid stroonz before I blow your fuckin brains all over the street. Where the fuck is the old man? He coming down or what?  ANSWER ME YOU FUCK!" Joey shook him like a terrier shaking a rat. A thin stream of urine started flowing down One Eye's tailored pants. He wasn't a hero. Just a hanger on.

"He's at his house on Bay Parkway. He was sick today. Didn't come in. I swear. Com'on Joe I don't know what your beef is but I swear I can fix it. Just let me talk for you. No need for this. Please Joe. Please."

"Fuck. Larry lets go. This is fucked. Let's get the fuck outta here before the cops show up." Joey grabbed the piss stained old man and dragged him over to the car. He opened the trunk while One Eye struggled and pleaded and pushed the trunk lid down as he wept. Joey took him and banged his head on the back of the trunk hard enough to give the poor bastard a tattoo on his forehead of the Chrysler insignia. Opened it and threw him face down into the trunk. "LET"S GO! NOW!"

Larry Gallo shrugged. "No hard feelings Sallie." And shot him in the eye. Calmly he put the gun back in his pocket and walked back to the car to get behind the wheel. Larry did every thing calmly. Deliberately. Not like his younger brother. That's why he called the tune.

"What the fuck Larry" Joey said as he bounced up and down in his seat "wadda we gonna do now?" Larry turned the key and looked at his brother. "We're gonna take a ride. To Bay Parkway."

He pulled smoothly out of the space and headed over to the Prospect Expressway.