Chapter 3: A New Man
"So what is this rap sht I keep hearing on the radio? Back in the early 80's and late 70's we didn't have sht like this, we had good music. Now what do you have? Songs that repeat the same lyrics over and over again and each time they just make it go a little slower." Richie said complaining as he changed the radio
"Yeah I like the 70's and 80's music better to." Virgil added in.
Virgil parked the car in front of Rothstein's Insurance. Rothstein's Insurance on the outside looked like a rundown old abandon building. But on the inside it had lavish rooms filled with tables surrounded by gamblers and mobsters. Detective Flannigan and Detective Haskel were some of the first people Richie and Virgil past as they walked in. They walked past Vito, and straight to the back of the casino. They strolled into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
"I wish I could have brought my bat." Virgil said as the elevator slowly made its way up the shaft.
"You won't need it. We're not going to be doing any fighting here." Richie replied.
"Damn!" Virgil exclaimed.
The elevator came to a stop on the top floor and the doors opened. Richie and Virgil exited, and walked down the hallway. They arrived at the only door in the hallway and walked inside. Dickie was sitting at a desk talking with his son.
"Well, well, look who it is, Richie Copperelli." Dickie said with a smirk.
"I want my fcking money! Now, Dickie!" Richie ordered.
"I can't do that." Dickie replied.
"Why not?" Richie demanded.
"Because all those businesses that used to kick up to you every week, well they pay me now. Remember Freddie? The guy that was double teaming your wife along with his mulignan bitch Omar, well I own Freddie's sports shop and turned it into a deli. It opens two weeks from now. I've been buying up property like crazy and do you know why? I'll tell you why, it's because one day soon I'll eventually be Don of the family. After Sonny came out of the coma, I knew I had to be powerful. I knew I had to strengthen my position of power so that nobody tries to fck with me again." Dickie responded.
"That's right." Sonny added in.
"Well I got a proposition for you Dickie. How about you go fck yourself, because I'm collecting from those businesses each week not you, and if you try anything I'll put junior over there in another coma." Richie ordered.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" Sonny asked as he walked up to Richie.
"A dead man if you don't get out of my face." Richie answered.
"Go fck yourself!" Sonny said boldly.
Richie grabbed Sonny by the face and pushed him to the floor. Sonny jumped back up quickly and swung his fist. He was about to hit Richie when Virgil caught Sonny's fist with his left hand. With his right hand, Virgil slammed a hard right punch into Sonny's face. Sonny fell backwards and crashed into the wall. Sonny laid there in pain as Richie and Virgil started walking out of the office.
"What changed about you Dickie?" Richie asked as he stopped at the door.
"I grew some fcking balls." Dickie replied.