CHAPTER 3 CHRIS MOLTISANTI'S BAD DAY
Chris was just shooting up his breakfast when he got the call. Jesus Christ, it never fails, I shoot up, the fucking phone rings.....
"Hello?"
Tony Soprano was on the other end, and he didn't sound happy. "Chris. I got bad news. They just ID'd Adriana."
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! Chris thought in a panic...but being so strung out he only said, "Oh holy fucking shit....."
"Chris listen up. Go straight to a hotel, make sure there's a pay phone there, call me from the pay phone when you get there. I'm getting ahold of my lawyer on this. This shit WILL blow over, Chrissie, it always does. Just don't panic. And for Chrissake, DON'T DO ANY FUCKING DOPE!" With that Tony Soprano hung up.
"JESUSCHRISTWHATDOIDOMYASSISGOINGTOJAILI'MDEADMEATOHMYGODI'LLGOTHROUGHWITHDR AWLINUFCKINGJAILNOTEVENANYFUCKINGDOPETOCALMMEDOWNWHATTHEFLYINGFUCKDOIDO" That, as best as I can do is what Chris Moltisanti thought at that moment. What he did was quite different. He merely passed out.
"Hey, wake up, man."
"Sure he's not dead, or OD'd?"
"Yeah, there's a pulse. He must've had some strong shit....come on, Chrissie, time to get your ass up."
Chris opened his eyes. For just a moment he thought he was in heaven....a woman in white standing over him......
"Adriana?" he said, smiling.
"Actually, I'm with the EMT crew. My name's Joyce, if you're interested. And you're a very lucky man."
"Yeah?"
Another voice spoke up....a less friendly one.
"Yup. You see, today, Chris Moltisanti, you are under arrest for murder one, in the death of Adriana La Cerva."
FUCKING HELL!
Chris tried to move....but he was already strapped down, to a gurney. He looked up at the owner of the other voice...it was a tall man in a navy serge suit. FB – fucking –I.
FBI guy smiled. "Yeah, Chris, you're a lucky man. You get to go to jail."
He turned to Joyce. "Ain't I just the kindest man you ever met?"
Chris was just shooting up his breakfast when he got the call. Jesus Christ, it never fails, I shoot up, the fucking phone rings.....
"Hello?"
Tony Soprano was on the other end, and he didn't sound happy. "Chris. I got bad news. They just ID'd Adriana."
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! Chris thought in a panic...but being so strung out he only said, "Oh holy fucking shit....."
"Chris listen up. Go straight to a hotel, make sure there's a pay phone there, call me from the pay phone when you get there. I'm getting ahold of my lawyer on this. This shit WILL blow over, Chrissie, it always does. Just don't panic. And for Chrissake, DON'T DO ANY FUCKING DOPE!" With that Tony Soprano hung up.
"JESUSCHRISTWHATDOIDOMYASSISGOINGTOJAILI'MDEADMEATOHMYGODI'LLGOTHROUGHWITHDR AWLINUFCKINGJAILNOTEVENANYFUCKINGDOPETOCALMMEDOWNWHATTHEFLYINGFUCKDOIDO" That, as best as I can do is what Chris Moltisanti thought at that moment. What he did was quite different. He merely passed out.
"Hey, wake up, man."
"Sure he's not dead, or OD'd?"
"Yeah, there's a pulse. He must've had some strong shit....come on, Chrissie, time to get your ass up."
Chris opened his eyes. For just a moment he thought he was in heaven....a woman in white standing over him......
"Adriana?" he said, smiling.
"Actually, I'm with the EMT crew. My name's Joyce, if you're interested. And you're a very lucky man."
"Yeah?"
Another voice spoke up....a less friendly one.
"Yup. You see, today, Chris Moltisanti, you are under arrest for murder one, in the death of Adriana La Cerva."
FUCKING HELL!
Chris tried to move....but he was already strapped down, to a gurney. He looked up at the owner of the other voice...it was a tall man in a navy serge suit. FB – fucking –I.
FBI guy smiled. "Yeah, Chris, you're a lucky man. You get to go to jail."
He turned to Joyce. "Ain't I just the kindest man you ever met?"