Woohoo! Chapter 3 ^_^ .Do you know how many 'little read lines' Microsoft word gives me with this story? lol.
"So, Gino, what's on your mind? I'd like to know."
Earlier, Gino had made a decision to keep his cool and be stern with this kid. Yeesh, what had gotten into him; lettin' some amateur walk all over him the second he comes through the door. Nope, not this time.
"Maybe it should be me askin' you what's on your mind, Arnoldo."
"Hey, Gino, no offense intended, just bein' polite."
Pretty good for an amateur.
"So, why'd you wanna see me, Arnoldo? You don't wanna be my consigliari anymore?"
"I've started up my own 'family', got my own consigliari now. Be glad your family, ain't mine."
Gino just sipped on his pistachio milk shake with chocolate shavings. "So, what do ya want?"
"I think you owe me Gino."
"Correction! I think you owe ME. I 'took' YOU in."
"Hey, and that was real nice a you. But I think it was me doing you a favor. You know my father Michael Valdini. Howabout, he leaves your father, Mr. Gambino, alone if you give me two hundred pounds of Cadbury mint eggs. " He stirred his mocha frappuccino.
Gino was sweating now. Both of them knew the real source of their power. "O-ok."
He mentally slapped himself. How could he give in so easily?! Well…everybody knew that Valdini had the most powerful family in New York.
"But one thing, Valdini."
Arnoldo raised his eyebrow.
"I own that Sid kid."
Arnoldo shrugged. What was Sid to him? He'd just get another peon to pee on.
Later that night
"Hey Short man!" said Grampa as he climbed up the steps and into Arnoldo's room.
"Like the room make over. Hey, is that Vodka?"
"Hey Grampa. Have a seat."
Grampa laughed. Sure, Short man!"
"Grampa, I'd been wonderin', how come you didn't tell me who my real father is and how come I don't live with him?"
"Well…Short Man, I guess you're old enough for the real story. Back when you were just a baby, your daddy had a biiiig argument with the head of the Gambino family. So Mr. Gambino made a threat on your life if your daddy wouldn't make a certain deal with him. So Michael sent you to live with us until you'd be old enough and strong enough to come back home. Since then, the Valdini family has become very powerful." a gurgling sound came from Grampa's stomach. "Gotta go!!!"
Arnoldo leaned back into his chair. This was definitely a lot to absorb. Well, tomarrow night, he would see his father for the first time and he would have Helga with him.
The next night at the Valdini kitchen
"More penne?" said Mrs. Valdini, holding the bowl out to Helga.
"Not thanks. I'm stuffed."
"So, son. How's business?" said Michael.
"Business has been goin' great! I got the Gambino kid right were I want 'im."
They shared a grin. "And tell me about your young lady here."
"Ah yes, this is Helga Pataki, my fiancé."
Fiancé?
"Uh be right back" said Helga and she almost knocked down her chair when she ran to the bathroom. She quickly shut the door behind her and slid down the wall onto her butt. "Oh my Arnold, my life long dream is finally becoming true; I will soon be wed to you! As Mrs. Helga Valdini, I shall live in bliss-"
Knock knock!
"Somebody's in here!!!!!" yelled Helga. She continued her stanza. "My beloved, when we kiss…sighhhh"
She finally left the door, plucking a bit of toilet paper off her shoe.
TBC Stay tuned for………THE WEDDING…….DUN DUN DUNNNNNN