What happened to Hun at the end of the last chapter? Well, you're about to find out. Enjoy!
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Hun got resituated in the back seat of the car that he was thrown into and demanded, "What's going on? Where are you taking me? And who do you.." Hun stopped talking when the young man riding shot gun was actually holding the sawed off shotgun up to Hun's face.
"Look here, you don't say nuthin' right now. And put this on so ya don't look like gutter trash." The young man said as he threw this wadded up pile of clothes at Hun that resembled a suit.
"I don't wear suits." Hun immediately says, not hiding his annoyance with the situation. "Does it look like I care what ya like, pally? Now shut yur trap and put the suit on so that you can show my old man the proper respect he deserves. He paid for this suit for ya, ya know? Now close yur mouth before I shoot something intah yur head that you probably won't like too much. Capish?" The young man threatens as Hun heard the gun get cocked back and ready to be fired.
After thinking Hun scoffed in indignation and annoyance as he started to put the suit on and the young man took his gun back and looked out the windshield of the car again.
Hun, to his displeasure, had the suit on and decided to just play along. Sure this situation was far from the thing he wanted to do right now… but he was curious and wanted to know what was going on.
These two guys told him that their boss paid his bail and wanted to see him for whatever reason. But he had no idea who they were really even talking about, except for the fact the he was their boss and their boss was also younger man's father, due to the young man using the phrase 'his old man' when referring to their leader.
But who exactly their boss was, he had no idea.
By the way these guys presented themselves, Hun had a hunch of who and what they did their work for until the men kept driving and Hun noticed a sign as they turned into an area. There was a sign signaling where they were, they were in the little Italy section of New York.
Hun's eyes widened as his suspicions were confirmed once they got to Tony's Italian Bistro, the Italian Mob's hideout.
Hun was slightly surprised.
For the past 30 years, the Italians weren't really much into the crime game and weren't really top contenders. In fact, they were laughed at for seeming pretty much like a non impressive threat compared to current gangs.
In fact these days most of the current gangs thought the Italians gave up on the organized crime game a long time ago since no one had heard of them or their leader Don Vizioso in almost 5 years.
Hun had seen Don Vizioso probably once but never spoke to him or even acknowledged his existence. He remembered him as a man that was well… definitely physically out of the game and would have much rather spent his time eating and drinking wine than actually doing wide spread business like a man of his position would have in the city.
But this made Hun even more confused.
What did the Don want with him? He hasn't seen him in years and definitely doesn't owe any one of them anything since he didn't even know the mob was still active until just now.
Hun had no more time to think when he was pulled out of the back seat and forced along into the building. The younger man walking in front of Hun while the other man was still forcing Hun forward.
He noticed them trying to look nonchalant as they entered the Bistro. Hun was surprised when he walked into the Bistro and saw every table packed with people and a band playing live traditional Italian music in the corner. The atmosphere was the epitome of social and lively.
Hun knew the mob used the restaurant as a cover for their crime business but it seemed like the cover up was actually looking like a successful legitimate business.
Then the young men tried to discretely lead him into this area in the back of the restaurant. They walked down a hallway and Hun looked all around him to all these hand painted portraits going all the way back to when the gang was started in the 1920's.
It wasn't until they got to the end of the hallway before the only door it lead to, that Hun actually knew who one of the pictures was of. The portrait that was closest to the door was of none other than Don Vizioso.
The younger man opened the door and it lead into this office area with a large, elaborate, and antique mahogany desk. Behind the desk was an expensive looking leather office chair with a high back that was turned backwards toward the wall.
Hun thought the room was vacant was until the young man said, "We're back Pop." Then the other guy said, "Yeah Don, and we got the guy ya wanted."
The chair slowly turned to reveal a figure that made Hun surprised. The person in the chair was not the portly and old Don Vizioso. This man was someone he had not seen before.
He appeared to be a man in his early early forties and he was actually very fit, even athletic looking, for his age, even if he was sitting down currently.
He was wearing a jet black suit with thin vertically running grey pinstripes running along the material of his suit jacket and his dress pants. The jacket also had a magenta colored and neatly folded silk handkerchief tucked into his outer breast pocket.
It was accompanied by a matching silk necktie that was against his starched white dress shirt underneath his jacket.
On his head was a rather expensive looking short brimmed fedora with the same pinstripe material as his jacket and pants with a silk magenta band around the top. The fedora covering his head of thick, slicked back jet black hair.
He also had very flashy rings on the four fingers of each hand, leaving his thumbs bare. The man lifted his head more to reveal these dark, beady looking eyes on a face that matched.
His face had strong but sharp and intimidating looking features. His face was kept clean shaven if not for the well trimmed mustache that covered his upper lip.
The man looked at Hun from his desk chair and he said, "Mr. Heng Lao." Hun looked at him, slightly angry by him using his real name, a name he threw away a long time ago. "I go by Hun." Hun clarifies sharply.
The man leaned forward so his elbows we resting on the desk and pressing his fingertips together pensively as he replied, "If you wish. I'm glad you were able to make it, Mr. Hun." Hun crossed his arms. "I was not given much choice in the matter." Hun scoffs, referring to him being forcibly dragged to where he is and forced into a suit on top of that.
The man's lips quirked up into an amused smirk as he chuckled to himself and said, "Wise guy eh? Well... I can respect that. My lovely wife accuses me of being one too." The man then motioned to a picture he had on his desk of what looked like him with a woman, his wife, and a younger version of the young man who forced him here along with girl around the same age maybe slightly older in the picture.
"Please my good sir, have a seat and make yourself comfortable." He says motioning to one of the leather arm chairs in front of the desk.
As Hun sat down the two men walked up to the desk as well. "Good job Joey, Frankie. You both did well." He praises in a calm manner. The young man, his son, came up to him and grabbed his father's right hand pressed his lips quickly to the rings on his father's hand. "My pleasure, Pop." The other man did it too.
It seemed like a gesture to show respect before both of the men left.
It was silent as the man took a drink out of a tumbler on his desk, filled with some alcoholic beverage.
Hun had enough of not knowing what was going on. "Look, who are you and what's going on? Where's Don Vizioso?" Hun demands. The man was still drinking and then he leisurely set his tumbler down.
He looked at Hun and said, "Ya didn't hear did ya? Well, I'm sorry to tell ya my good sir, but my Uncle Richie is no longah with us. He died 5 years ago, and he left the family business to me." He explains.
"But, who are you?" Hun demands. The man smirked at Hun.
"Oh yes of course, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Terrance Turtelli. My friends and family call me Terry, but most other people call me Don Turtelli. And for you my fine sir… Don is fine. You already met my son Joey, good kid, he just turned 20 but he's been doing real good, a chip off the old block I'm proud to say. Luckily though the kid looks more like his mother than he does me, both my kids do." Don Turtelli rambles on.
Hun was about to say something when Don Turtelli started talking again, "You see Mr. Hun, my Uncle Richie was a good man but he didn't live up to his family name. He also wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. My good Uncle was too soft and almost drove everything the family before him made to ruin. Especially when that Shredder fella practically submitted him into silence. The Vizioso's and the Turtelli's have worked together since the start of the Mob. My Uncle Richie was my Ma'ma's older brother and she married my father Antony Turtelli IV. But since my father's gone and my Uncle Richie was a bachelor with no children and he always liked me… Well, as you can see, I've now taken over the family business in the Turtelli name. Since I took over and that Shredder fella is now outta the way, I've rebuilt everything better. I revitalized the bistro to be profitable, taken on even more businesses in little Italy, donated money to fix up the neighborhood, and helped out my neighbors by givin' them jobs. Ya see I'm a very generous and important man in this community... Ah Tess, my darling daughter, I see you've brought what I ask?"
A professional looking young woman with wavy dark brown hair walked in and put a file folder on Don Turtelli's desk and said, "Everything you need is right here." "Thank you, darling." He said as she kissed her father's rings on his hand out of respect, like her brother and Frankie did before her.
Don Turtelli started to look in the file folder with his undivided attention that his daughter brought him and Hun was looking at Don Turtelli, but then whipped his head to the side and looking confused when he felt and then saw her fingers on her left hand subtly brush against his shoulder as she walked past him. Hun looked at her not knowing what to make of it and then was further confused when she looked back slightly, a corner of her mouth curled up slightly as she winked at him before walking out of the room.
Hun looked ahead and saw Don Turtelli still looking at the file fold, not even noticing what happened, before saying, "My daughter Teresa's always been a sharp one. She's the best in the business at gettin' information and doin' work with numbers. She just graduated from college last Spring actually. She's a really bright kid."
Hun was still confused and beyond aggravated as he finally slammed his fist down on Don Turtelli's desk.
"Look Don, you paid my bail and I want to know why. So, tell me… now." Hun directs.
Don Turtelli's lips curled up again as he said, "Right to business I see? Well, I already told you my good man, I like to be generous and help a guy out when I can, but you are an exception to others that I invested my money in. Ya see, you and I have a lot in common, Mr. Hun. It's no secret that apart from me and my associates that you and your gang are the other most successful businessmen in the city. We're both leaders too aren't we? Not to mention, we have the same... problem."
Then Don Turtelli slid the file folder over to him.
Hun gave Don Turtelli a confused look, but the Don just motioned for Hun to open the file folder. Hun finally opened up the folder and his eyes widened before his brows furrowed in anger at the slightly blurry pictures of the new vigilante and aftermaths of Don Turtelli's men beaten up on the ground due to run ins with the vigilante.
"Ya see Mr. Hun, just recently me and my boys have been trying to do a little… expansion of our business outside of little Italy, but we've been experiencing... complications. We've noticed this chump keeps gettin' in our way and I was told this was the same guy that got ya locked up, which was why I paid your bail, ya see?" Don Turtelli explains.
"It's more than just this one guy, I can assure you. There's two more of them that have been around longer than this guy and are as if not more skilled than this guy. I don't know if those three work together or not, but all of them have been interfering with my plans since I started." Hun says agitated.
"So it looks like we're on the same page." Don Turtelli points out.
"You see Mr. Hun… I wanna give ya a proposition that…" Don Turtelli was interrupted when a man opened up this curtained doorway and said, "Don, sorry to interrupt ya. But, Andrew Ellis is 'ere." Don Turtelli nodded as he looked back toward Hun and stood up from his chair. Now revealing his tall stature of probably about 6'4''.
Everything about Don Turtelli radiated intimidation and power, but Hun remained unintimidated out of instinct and his mentality.
"Excuse me Mr. Hun. I just have a quick business matter to attend to." Don Turtelli explained as he straightened out his jacket and tie before walking out the room through the curtain to the side room coming off his office.
Hun just sat there and waited until he realized he could clearly hear the conversation in the next room.
Hun heard as Don Turtelli clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth before starting, "Andy, Andy, Andy… I see you finally were able to come by to discuss the money ya still owe me. Look Andy, I may be a generous man, but even my generosity has its limits. It's been two months and you still haven't paid me back the money ya owe me. You of all people should know what happens now."
Another man was heard, sounding frantic, scared, and skittish, "Look I'm sorry, money's been really tight and I'm trying to get you your money, honest. C'mon… Terry, it's me, Andy. We've known each other since we were kids. It's only $900. Just help me out here?"
A sigh was heard as Don Turtelli started speaking again, "Ya know what Andy? You're right. We have known each other a long time and you know I'm generous until the end. So… I'm gonna give ya one more thing before ya go."
The other man was sighing in relief as he said, "Thank you. Thank you Terry, your such a…" But then he was cut off and a gurgling sound was heard as well as shuffling on the floor and some kind of a struggle.
Hun was trying to figure out what exactly was going on until his eyes widened as something fell through the curtain.
Hun was looking at this guy, obviously no longer alive, with a huge slit in his throat and eyes glazed over laying on the floor with a knife still lodged in his neck. Then Hun watched as the man's body was pulled back behind the curtain.
"Rodney, Frankie… ya know what to do." Don Turtelli said, as the sound of what seemed like a knife being pulled out of the man's neck. "Ya see Andy, I'm a man of my word. Hope you enjoy the necktie I gave ya before ya went." Don Turtelli says, almost mockingly, before chuckling darkly to himself.
Then Don Turtelli walked casually back into the room, cleaning off the knife Hun just saw lodged in the man's throat with a rag.
Don Turtelli smirked at Hun, who was still maintaining an even expression despite what he saw, as Don Turtelli said, "Sorry about the… interruption, but you're a man in our type of business, so surely I assume you understand my struggle with doing things that have to be done, ya know?"
Sure, Hun was no soft guy with no gumption, people with that mentality could never make it in the world as a high ranking, successful criminal. Hun was no exception. He's always done what he had to to get what he wanted… but he just saw what Don Turtelli was really capable of doing.
He wasn't anything like his predecessor, nothing at all. Don Vizioso was all about letting his henchmen take care of everything for him, needless to say he was not a man of action in his own right.
Don Turtelli was the exact opposite, by far, and maybe even slightly crazy.
It was one thing when someone does what Don Turtelli just did to some punk stranger he barely knew, but he just killed a guy who seemed like one of his friends for being late on only owing him something as small as a couple hundred dollars. Mere pocket change to someone as wealthy looking as Turtelli.
Don Turtelli did not play games.
Hun knew the mentality of someone like Don Turtelli. To Don Turtelli, it didn't matter where, when, or how you crossed him… to him it was all the same and if you crossed him… it was pretty obvious what would end up happening to you in the end.
Don Turtelli put the knife down as he sat down at his desk again.
"Well, anyway, back to what I was sayin' before. I got a proposition for you that could benefit both of us very much… and I'll be very generous to get you to agree." Don Turtelli alludes as he pulls out a briefcase and then opens it for Hun to see.
"Thirty grand, up front, no strings attached… if ya help me out." Don Turtelli says, laying out his offer with the brief case stuffed with wads of cash.
Hun scrutinized the money before going on instinct and asking for detail, "What do you need me for?"
Don Turtelli smirked and replied, "I want ya to help me take down these punk kids who keep disruptin' my success, our success I mean. You, like me, know the city pretty well and we both control the largest gangs in the city currently. Also… I like ya and yur mentality and I think with your knowledge and resources over in Chinatown and mine over here, I think we could be a good team together. I also know you and your boys have a very... unique and impressive set of skills."
Hun knew he was referring to his gang's hand to hand fighting style, Kung Fu. When Hun was very young, he knew one simple rule for the lifestyle he wanted. That was to not let people walk all over you and that was why Hun taught himself Kung Fu and trained everyone in his gang how to fight with that style.
"By the way, how good are ya?" Don asks curiously. Hun leaned forward in his chair, staring Don Turtelli down as he challenged, "Try me."
With that Don Turtelli slowly leaned back against his chair leisurely. That was until Don Turtelli, in one swift motion, grabbed the knife off his desk and threw it in Hun's direction. But the result made Don Turtelli's eyes widen in slight surprise before he smirked in approval. Hun stopped the knife blade mid air between the pointer and middle fingers of his left hand. Then Hun leisurely set the blade back down as he casually leaned back in his chair.
"So, you supply us with intel and a foot hold in your area and we give you and your boys whatever ya need. Weapons, resources… money is no object to me if it means taking down brats like those vigilantes who keep standin' in our way. So, how's my deal looking now?" Don Turtelli says, laying out his proposition.
Hun slowly looked down at the money again as he started to ponder what his next move should be.
Did he trust Don Turtelli 100%... absolutely not. But on the other hand, he started to think of who they both despised. The vigilantes who put him in prison, ruined his last opportunity at income, and humiliated him?
After that realization, Hun stood up and held out his hand to Don Turtelli, making Don Turtelli grin to himself as he also stood up and shook Hun's hand.
"Glad we see things the same way. I look forward to doing business with ya, Mr. Hun." Don Turtelli said, still holding that devious smirk.
Introducing the latest villain, Don Turtelli. Don Turtelli was an Italian Mob Boss from the 1987 series and archenemy to the Turtles. But since he was a character in that series and his character had to be calmed down to a G-rated thing for TV cartoon purposes, I decided to revamp him into a modern rendition of an old school Don, or leader, of the Italian Mafia in my fanfic. Also, as you can see, like most of the men in his position who came before him in history, Don Turtelli is like a cold blooded cobra that you do not want to cross and as you saw, as much as Hun didn't entirely trust him… they both found a common ground for their hatred of vigilantes screwing up their business, i.e. causing crimes to make a profit. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the chapter.