Chapter Two
When they arrived at the Pere Marquette Hotel, a large brick famous building for Peoria, Tony saw Captain Worthy barking orders to some unies. He and Kuppa walked over to listen to orders.
"We are on a gun run. A man was shot in the hotel and our shooter is still in the hotel hiding. We have to do a floor by floor search. He's armed and he's dangerous," Worthy explained then he noticed Kuppa and DiNozzo. "Kuppa, your shift just start?"
"Yeah, cap," he answered.
"Good. You and the kid take the elevator to the top floor with two others you pick then start working your way down via the stairs. I want this bastard."
"Got ya, cap."
"Come on, Sarge, this is sort of like Sean Connery in the Anderson Tapes, except we're not robbing every floor of an expensive apartment building," said Tony.
"Kid," Kuppa said, "Shut up."
Kuppa, Tony, and two others took the elevator up to the top floor. As they exited Tony asked Kappa a question: "How many rooms does this place have?"
"286," he answered.
"Cool," said Tony.
After Kuppa sent the other two to the other end of the hall, he and Tony proceeded down the hall checking doors to see if they were locked and then knocking if they were to check on the guests of the hotel. Tony, who had his 9mm Berretta out, knocked on the door.
"Hello," a female voice said.
"Hello, ma'am, the police we are just checking on your safety. There is a dangerous man loose in the hotel who we are looking for," he said.
He could hear her behind the door breathing then she opened the door and smiled at Tony. She was brunette around twenty-six and in a bathrobe. Tony put his gun down by his side.
"Hi, Miss…," he paused to let her fill in her name.
"Anne Jenkins. I here on for a marketing conference," she said.
It was dark outside so the lights of the room reflected in the widow, as did the contents of the room. He saw a man with a Glock in his hand in this reflection now. The man was in his thirties, Caucasian, and nervous.
Tony smiled at her and she seemed to relax. His smile was his secret weapons, that and having people underestimate him.
"I took a marketing glass in college. I wasn't very good at it," he said.
"DiNozzo," Kuppa sighed getting irritated.
He put his hand up to warn Kuppa of trouble then he motioned with his head for Anne to step aside. She shuffled her feet to the side, and then Tony kicked the door open and yelled "Freeze!"
He aimed his gun at the man, who immediately opened fire. Tony pushed the young woman to the floor and opened fire himself. He felt the bullet pierce his shoulder, as Kuppa came into the room. Tony also knew that he had slightly wet himself. He hoped no one else noticed. It was his first shooting. Football was easier. The perp was on the ground, so Kuppa rushed over to him. He checked him.
"He's dead," said Kuppa then he looked at Tony, who was on the floor bleeding with the young woman crying. "Ah, shit."
NCIS
Tony woke up in the hospital with his right shoulder bandage, hooked up to machines and Kuppa looking at him with a wry smile on his face.
"Your first GSW, kid," he smiled.
"Hopefully, my last one," said Tony sounding almost pouty.
"Captain Worthy is talking about a medal for you," said Kuppa.
"I don't want one. I think I almost got her killed," he said.
"Shit, no. You pushed her out of the way, which is how you ended up with the shoulder wound," said Kuppa. "You did a good job, so accept it and move on."
"Yeah, sure. When am I getting out of here, sarge?" he asked.
"When the doctor says so and no sooner," he answered with a laugh.
"I hate hospitals. I hate hospital beds. I mean I really hate them," he said sounding like he was about to have a panic attack.
"Why do hate them so much?" Kuppa asked getting annoyed by his rookie's behavior.
"Because I was sitting in my mother's right beside her when she died," he said.
"How old were you, kid?" asked Kuppa.
"8."
"You have a right to hate them then," he said. "Listen, I'll talk to the doctor and see how long you have to stay here."
"Thanks, sarge," he said his right leg shaking nervously under the sheet.
"Be right back," he said
"Sarge and can you ask them if it's possible that I leave no later than tomorrow? I'll never rest as long as I'm in here," Tony pleaded.
"I'll take care of it, kid."
"Thanks, sarge," Tony said softly.
"Let's try and not make visits to the hospital regular thing," said Kuppa.
"I'll try my best," Tony smiled.
Kuppa shook his head. The kid was almost as much trouble as a woman, yet he liked him. The was something about the kid you couldn't help but like.
NCIS
Tony was glad to have his two week sick leave over and done with. Even he had watched enough movies in that time period, so that he started reading books again. He was raised by his mother to be a little intellectual with piano lessons and reading books that were not for his age group. For years after her death he found solace in books and movies, but the military academy his book reading fetish made him a nerd and got his ass hoisted up a flagpole, so it was then that he decided to lose the intellectual side of himself and become a jock and jocks motion. They needed to do things not sit and read. Thankfully, jocks liked movies.
Now He needed movement, action, something to keep him from being bored, something to occupy his mind so that he didn't dwell on things best forgotten. Walking into the precinct, he went into the sqaud room and saw Kuppa getting his gear together.
"Kid, you're back," he smiled.
"Miss me?" asked Tony.
"Two weeks breaking someone else in, it was a bitch. Don't get shot again," he said.
"Let's roll," Tony smiled.
"10-50 in back of building. 4th Street and Vine. Complaints that it sounded like a baby crying," dispatched called over the radio.
"Car," Tony paused and looked at Kuppa. "What car are we in?"
"29."
"Car 29 responding, 10-4," Tony said.
Kuppa drove them to the area. There was a Chinese restaurant and apartment building. He parked and they got out. Tony walked down the alleyway. It was a cold night and he heard a baby crying coming from the dumpter. Tony ran over to the dumpster, lifted the lid, and saw a small baby crying its red while freezing in the dumpster. He took off his jacket, climbed in, wrapped the baby in his jacket and handed the child to Kuppa.
"Jesus, DiNozzo, we better get the kid to an ER right away," Kuppa growled.
Tony climbed out of the dumpster and dusted himself off. What the hell is wrong with someone dumping a child? Who could do that?
As he followed his partner into the car, Kuppa forced the baby into his arms.
"I'm driving, kid. You have to hold the baby," He barked.
Tony held the poor defenseless baby in his arms. Its whole life depended on someone else, someone to bath it, change it, dress it, feed it, and love it. That was just way too much responsibility. He'd seen too many parents fail at the job of being a parent to ever want one to have such a creature depend up on him love and life. If my father has taught me anything, it's that I'm bachelor material.
NCIS
Dressed in jeans, a black shirt and an antique WWII leather bomber's jacket, he walked into the pub. With a practiced eye, he sized up the women in the bar. Blonde, nice; red head, not really his type; brunette, very nice; and there in the corner a raven haired beauty. He had his target for the night.
Walking up to the bar, he waved to Bobby, the bartender, who came right over.
"Tony, what can I get you?" he asked.
"Jameson's on the rocks and tell me if the dark haired beauty in the corner is with someone," he said.
"She with two other young woman," Bobby told him.
"Excellent," he smiled. "What is she drinking?"
"Pinot Grigio," he said.
"Send her over a glass my compliments," he said.
Bobby poured a fresh glass then brought it over and nodded to Tony, who lifted his whiskey and smiled. He could tell from her reaction to his smile that it was going to be a good night.
He woke up in her bed in her apartment. It had been a nice evening which ended with some mind blowing sex. He hadn't expected just how wild she was and she was wild.
His pager went off. He was on call for overtime if needed. He checked the number - 911. It was Kuppa.
"Hey, Ellen," he said softly, "I have to go."
"Why?"
"Police emergency," he smiled.
"I like cops," she purred.
"Then I'll leave you my card. Call me. I thin you and I can have some fun together," he said then got out of bed and grabbed his discarded clothes.
He rushed back to his apartment to make his phone call. He Kuppa.
"Where the Christ have you been?" he yelled.
"With a woman," Tony answered.
"Get in right away. We got a cop killer. Sgt. Milken and Officer Patterson were shot dead in their patrol car," he said. "Everybody is being called in. All hands on deck."
"I'll be, sarge, in fifteen minutes, twenty tops," he said.
He got dressed in his uniform and grabbed his winter uniform jacket because March came in like a lion and the lamb hadn't shown up yet then rushed out of his apartment and got into 68 Mustang and drove to the precinct. Parking his car he rushed into see Kuppa talking to Captain worthy. He walked up to them. Worthy looked at Tony.
"Take the kid and patrol the waterfront. Remember the description of our guy - six foot, dark hair, longish, beard, jeans, leather jacket. Anybody resembling that bring in," he said then walked away.
"Come on, kid," said Kuppa.
"Right behind you, sarge," he said.
Sunday afternoon near the warehouse district was deserted except for a few vagrants. They slowly cruised the area looking for something to stand out. Tony noticed an open door at one of the warehouses.
"Sarge, open door," he pointed. "We should check it."
"I'll call in backup just in case then we'll check it out," said Kuppa. "Take a walkie talkie and open the trunk and grab us the vests."
After giving Kuppa his best and putting on his own, Tony walked the car as he called for backup. He pulled his sidearm and walked towards the open door.
"Kid," called Kuppa, "I go in first."
Kuppa kicked at the door and looked in then he stepped into the warehouse and someone opened fire on him. He took two in the vest and one in the forehead falling to the ground dead. Tony opened fire emptying his full clip in the direction of the gunfire.
He pulled his walkie talkie and screamed into it: "Officer down! Warehouse district, car 26. Officer down. I need a bus!"
Tony discharged his empty clip and slipped a new one into his sidearm and then entered the warehouse. Slowly he checked around until he found the body of the prep. He had eight rounds in him and was dead. Tony holstered his weapon and returned to Kuppa.
His sarge was dead. Tony dropped to his knees and fought back tears. He didn't want to cry, but the man was good to him, treated him fairly. He liked him. Tony had plenty of buddies but he didn't get close to many people. He was getting close to Kuppa.
The sound of police sirens and an ambulance filled the background. Re-enforcements were almost here, but they weren't necessary. The man responsible for killing now three cops was dead. Tony shook his head and stood up. It was going to be a long few days.
NCIS
The funeral for the three fallen cops was packed. Officers from all over the state showed up in their dress uniforms to show their respect. Tony was up for a second medal for killing the perp. He didn't want.
As the bagpipes played Amazing Grace, he stood with a sea men and women in their dress uniforms fighting back tears for the fallen. It was at this moment he understood the concept of the thin blue line - police officers standing in harms way to protect civilians from the worst part of society. It was at this moment he was glad Coach had talked him into becoming a cop. He was meant to be one. It suited him in many ways.
The service was over and the crowd and police officers started to break up. Mrs. Kuppa and their fifteen year old son were with the chief of police, Captain worthy and a few other of the white shirts, the bosses. He took a deep breath and walked over to the widow to offer his condolences.
"Mrs. Kuppa, I'm Tony DiNozzo," he started to speak.
"He talked about you. He told me you were going to be a great cop someday," she smiled sadly then she didn't something Tony couldn't believe.
She handed him his badge.
"He'd want you to have this. Tommy isn't allowed to be a police officer. His father told him he wanted something better for him, but you are one. You should have his badge," she said.
Tony's eyes filled with tears as he accepted the badge.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said.
"Take care of yourself, Tony," she said.
Gripping the badge in his right hand he walked away and headed towards where he parked his car. The tears spilled annoyingly from his eyes, but he tried to focus on that badge in his right hand. Sgt. Kuppa was a good cop; he had a lot to live up to.
Getting in his car, he had a bit of a breakdown. He started sobbing, something he hadn't done since his mother's funeral. He's father told him it wasn't proper to show so much emotion in public, so he tried not to. But sarge's death touched him. He was going to miss the man and his gruff affection.
"I'll make you proud, sarge," he vowed to himself.
Starting his car, he headed home. He had a bottle of Jameson's waiting for him and maybe Ellen will call him and he could lose himself in sex.
NCIS
There were some cops who could go thirty years and never draw their gun, and then there were some cops how were trouble magnets. Officer Tony DiNozzo was a trouble magnet, and without Sgt. Kuppa he also became a risk taker. Without his sarge's guiding hand, Tony took chances.
His new partner was a man who could have gone thirty years without drawing his gun, but then Sgt. George Steel met Tony DiNozzo. Captain Worthy thought they'd be good for each other.
The dispatcher broke the silence of their patrol car: "10-31 occurring in the Murphy building, Jewelry exchange."
"Car 32. We are responding. 10-4," Tony said into he radio then hung it up.
They pulled up to the jewelry exchange. Within the building there were six jewelers. It was now for its alarm system and the number of burglars who tried to crack it.
It was a chilly night, not cold, chilly. March was like that. Tony wore his short sleeve uniform shirt even though; it was long sleeve season still. They men got out of the car and with their flashlights examined the pulled grating that should be covering the front entrance of the Murphy Building.
"Someone's in there," stated Steel.
Tony rolled his eyes at the obvious statement, but didn't say a word.
"I'll call in for backup," he said pulling out his walkie talkie.
"I'll go in and start looking around. He might be gone already," said Tony then entered the building without waiting for a command from Sgt. Steel.
Tony remember that they best stock jewelry store with the best alarm was on the third floor, so he decided to use the staircase instead of the elevator and check it out. Taking the steps two at a time, he headed up the stairs. Stopping on the second floor landing when he heard a noise. He turned off his flashlight and pulled his gun.
Coming down the stairs slowly was a man clad in back and carrying a backpack. Tony amused the backpack was filled with diamonds and what have you. He turned on the flashlight and shined it on the man.
"Gary Grant you're not," quipped Tony.
Before he could even tell the man to freeze, or identify himself, the guy threw the bag at Tony hitting him in the face then he leapt from his position on the stairs at Tony hitting him with the force of a car, as they both tumbled down the hard concrete and metal stairs.
When they stopped tumbling, Tony could taste his own blood in his mouth and felt as if he had broken at least one rib and maybe an arm. The burglar pulled a knife and stabbed at Tony, who made the mistake of trying to block the knife with his broken arm. The blade entered his chest then Tony heard three gunshots and the burglar fell back dead.
"I don't believe I had to shot him," was all Sgt. Steel said.
"Yeah, sorry about that, Sgt. Steel, but can you call be a bus, or if they are too busy then how about a cab," Tony joked as he stared at the knife in his chest and wondered if he was going to live.
"Shit, yeah, sure, I'll get you an ambulance," said Steel.
"Appreciate that," mumbled Tony as he felt unconsciousness beckoning him. "I think I'll take a nap now, feeling tired."
Chapter Three
Philadelphia
Captain Worthy had never seen a young cop take to the job so easy and so well. He was proud of the young man. In 18 months he managed four major medals, half a dozen commendations and only a few reprimands and they were because of his need to talk back. Yeah, he made too many visits to the hospital already but the kid had a knack for getting into and out of trouble. But Worthy was sure he'd outgrow that with experience.
Now he had to decide if Tony was ready for this offer. A close friend of his who was now an Inspector with the Philadelphia Police Department was now looking for someone from outside their department, outside the state, for an undercover job.
"Bob, I got this kid. He's from the East Coast and he's Italian, smart, instinctive, perfect for what you looking for, but he's only been on the job for 18 months," Worthy said.
"Dennis, he sounds perfect. Can I meet him?" asked Inspector Bob Shirley.
"Whenever you fly in then we'll have dinner at the Greek diner. No one will notice us and we can take up the table all night," Worthy said.
"If he's good, I'm taking him from you. He'll be mine," said Shirley.
"I know. I have a feeling that Peoria is just too small for this kid."
NCIS
Shirley got to the diner and saw Worthy in a booth with a young, handsome man with dark sandy hair and green eyes. He doesn't look Italian. He continued to the booth and sat down across from Tony. And he's too damned handsome in my opinion to be tough enough for this job. Even though he'd seen his file, Shirley had a problem believing this pretty boy was the tough assed cop in the personnel file.
"Inspector Bob Shirley, Philadelphia Police Department, this is Officer Anthony DiNozzo," Worthy made the introduction.
"I've been meaning to ask you," Shirley started, "I saw in your file that you went to OSU and played ball and basketball. Which were you better at?"
"Both. I was good at both," smiled Tony.
Okay, at least he's confident.
"Has you boss here told you what I'm after?" asked Shirley.
"No, he's left me in the dark," said Tony.
"In Philly we got this crime family called the Macaluso. Currently, the head of the family is Mike Macaluso. He's a clever, mean bastard, who I'd like to see behind bars. In order to do this I want to send a man undercover into the family to collect enough evidence to nail him, his capo, his consigliere, underbosses, and whoever else I can," said Shirley.
"Sounds like fun," smiled Tony.
"Believe me, it won't be fun," said Shirley.
Tony gave him a dead smile then spoke to him in Italian: "The family is always fun, but it is also dangerous. You have to embrace the fun and ignore he danger."
"Your Italian is good. You don't look really Italian," said Shirley.
"Dye my hair black and I do. Sorry that my mother was English. The Paddington's were blessed with two things: fair hair and skin and money," he smirked. "I speak the Italian language fluently, as well as Spanish, I have an understanding of the mafia, and I can play the part. And I've been in the Midwest long enough that no one in the East knows me. I'm perfect for this."
"You don't mind becoming a Philly cop?" Shirley asked.
"I like being a cop," said Tony.
Shirley had to admit that the kid seemed to have the balls for the job and some hair dye would take care of the looks.
Shirley looked at Worthy: "You are right about him. He'll do."
"Does that mean I'm going undercover for you?" asked Tony.
"Yep," he said. "It's a joint deal with the FBI. We need their help to set up an identity for you."
"Can I pick the name?" asked Tony.
"No. The name will be chosen by us and the FBI. As a matter of fact, you need to pack your life up because we have to be at Quantico in two days to start your makeover," said Shirley.
"No problem. I basically own some clothes and movies," he said.
NCIS
Quantico was an experience for Tony. The town of Quantico was on the Potomac River. Besides the Marine Corps Base Quantico, there was the DEA training academy, the FBI training academy, the FBI lab, and NIS office. According to Shirley he was going to meet his FBI liaison today, which meant he was going to get his cover today.
He walked into a conference room, which was stark and with only a picture of the president on the wall, with Inspector Shirley and Captain Bill Delaney, who would be running his undercover op. They sat down and waited for the FBI to show up.
"FBI, they set the meeting and they're late," sighed Delaney. "Fuck me that we have to work with them.'
"Behave yourself," said Shirley. "We need the FBI. We don't want Tony wearing a wire, so they will do most of the long to medium surveillance for us."
"Yeah, I know. And they'll do it twenty-four/seven, which the commission won't sign off on for us," said Delany, who then looked at Tony. "Don't worry, kid, I'll be there, if I have to sleep in their van. I'll be a pain in their ass making sure you're safe."
The door opened and in walked to FBI agents in their suits and attitudes. The one who reminded Tony of a mix of Tim Conway and a bullfrog. He looked at the three Philly cops and grinned.
"We have your cover, Officer DiNutso," he said.
"That's DiNozzo," Tony corrected him.
The agent looked at him as if he was a poseur.
"My family got tired of people not being able to spell it correctly, hence DiNozzo not DiNutso," Tony said in Italian. The agent smiled.
"I'm Special Agent Fornell," Tobias Fornell introduced himself.
Fornell slid a folder down the table and it stopped in front of Tony, who opened the folder. He smiled. His name was going to be Antonio DiNatale.
"We gave you a good Sicilian name," said Fornell. "You have left Cleveland in order to avoid an FBI investigation on black market drugs. You are a bit of a dandy, though you are known to have a bit of temper, but it takes a lot for you to lose it. You're already been made, so don't worry about having to kill someone in front of a made man to make your bones."
"I love this kind of talk. Is anyone I know sleeping with the fishes?" smiled Tony.
Fornell shook his head then he looked what Tony was wearing: jeans, OSU tee shirt, and leather jacket.
"You are going to need a new wardrobe," said Fornell.
"Italian designers only," said Tony with a different attitude. "Brioni, Armani, and Ermenegildo Zegna. Also custom shirts and silk ties only."
"Who do you expect to pay for this?" asked Fornell.
"I'll do it myself if I have to," said Tony, his green eyes blazing now.
"We'll chip in if we have to," Delaney said. "We'll take up a collection in the squad room, if we have to. You cheap sons-of-bitches."
"Bill, cut the shit," said Shirley.
"We'll talk about it and work something out," said Fornell. "Study the file. Become that man, DiNozzo, it will save your life."
"Trust, I'll be like DeNiro in The Godfather Two. You wont' know me from the real thing," he said.
"You're going to be a pain in the ass, aren't you?" Fornell said.
"I am who I am," Tony said.
"I got an acquaintance at NIS who'd be able to kick your ass into shape," smiled Fornell.
"NIS?" Tony asked.
"Navy federal agents," answered Fornell.
"Who'd want that job?" smirked Tony.
NCIS
His introduction to the Macaluso Family had to be memorable without getting him killed. Intel had been collected to le them know that Mike Macaluso's twenty-two year old daughter, Gina, had a date at Anastasi Seafood Bar & Restaurant on S. 9th Street in the Philly's Italian Market. Fornell arranged to have dinner with another FBI agent that night. He wanted to see the debut of Antonio DiNatale.
Gina Macaluso was a mob princess, who was known for her beauty. She had chestnut colored hair and eyes so brown that they were almost black. Any man who dated her first had to have the permission of her father Mike Malacuso or her Uncle Charles. Her date that night was a yes man named Angelo Rossi, who was thought of as a good date for her. He was in the family but he knew his place.
From his table were he sat eating a delicious Prawn and pasta, while his partner had spaghetti and meatballs, he watched Tony DiNozzo enter the place. He was dressed in a tan Brioni suit with a light blue dress shirt and a red silk and a nice pair of Italian loafers. He looked the part. When he saw the way he walked past people observing them and judging them in seconds. He was a prince and everyone else was a pauper. Fornell smiled.
Tony walked past the table with Gina and Angelo on his way to the bar. He stopped and checked her out. She looked at him with disinterest at first then he smiled at her and Fornell actually noticed she blushed. He then walked to the bar and sat on a stool.
Fornell observed that Angelo was none to happy with DiNozzo. He could see the insecure young getting angrier and angrier as Gina kept looking over at Tony.
The bartender approached Tony.
"What can I get you?" he asked.
"MaCallan 18," he said without even looking at the bartender.
The bartender took a few moments to go to the top shelf to grab the MaCallan then poured him a drink. He placed it in front of Tony, who dropped a twenty on the bar.
"Keep the change," he said.
Tony took a sip of his drink then turned on the stool and looked at Gina. He lifted his drink and toasted her before taking another sip. Fornell actually started feel sorry for Angelo. He was being outclassed.
Angelo had enough. He got up and walked over to Tony in the bar area.
"Who the fuck are you?" Angelo demanded.
"Down boy, I'm not in the mood to be yapped at," said Tony then he took another sip of his drink.
"Do you know who I am?" barked Angelo.
"No, why don't you? Maybe you have amnesia," smiled Tony.
Fornell paid lose attention to this exchange. Either Tony made the right impression here or this op was DOA. Come on, kid, you can do it.
"I could have you…" Angelo was about to threaten Tony.
Tony put his glass down on the bar, slid gracefully off the stool and stood to his full height and looked slightly down at the shorter by three inches Angelo Rossi. His sea green eyes were without emotion, almost dead.
"Do you know me?" he asked calmly in a soft voice.
"No, I don't," said Angelo with a smirk, as if he was somehow being witty.
"Let me introduce myself. Antonio DiNatale. Now I don't' care about who you are, though I will say your date is a lovely young woman," he said. "Go away now, but I embarrass you."
Fornell scanned and saw there were at least six Macaluso Family members in the place to observe this. None of them seem in a hurry to help Angelo out. They were more interested in Tony.
Angelo grabbed Tony's suit jacket and then it happened: Tony snapped, just like Antonio DiNatale would. He roughly brushed the man's hands away then slapped him across the face like he was slapping someone he didn't fear.
"Brioni. You do not grab Brioni. Do you understand that?" he said. "Touch me again and I will hurt you so bad you'll be asking someone to put you down like a dog.
Fornell was impressed so far, but now he became even more so.
Tony slipped into Italian: "Last man who touched me like that couldn't use his hands for months. Be a smart little boy and go home and have your mother tell you how special you are."
He pushed a humiliated Angelo out of the way then walked over to the table where Gina was sitting. He sat down. They hadn't even ordered their food yet.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.
"Please do," she said.
"Antonio DiNatale," he said.
"Gina Macaluso."
"Macaluso," he said impressed. "You are not only beautiful but connected. Impressive."
Angelo couldn't take it any longer. He strode over to Tony and made the mistake of his life. Grabbing him by his suit jacket again, he pulled him out of his seat. The next thing anybody noticed was Tony brought his right elbow up to Angelo's jaw then a short left to his gut then followed up by grabbing his head, bending him over, and kneeing him in the face breaking his nose, blooding his face, and knocking him out cold.
It was then that the highest ranking Macaluso Family member walked over and introduced himself.
"I'm Tony Amato," he said to Tony then he looked at Gina. "You okay, Gina?"
"Just having dinner here with Antonio," she smiled.
"I understand," he said then looked at Tony. "Treat her good, if you know what's good for you."
"I always treat beautiful women well," he smiled.
"Sure," said Amato, who then nodded and two men came over and carried Angelo out.
Fornell almost couldn't suppress his smile. They were in. The smartass, cocky bastard not only pulled it off, he was having dinner with Gina Macaluso. This just might work after all.