Chapter 5: Patrizio's Bistro
Richie finished the last of his veal and ordered another cup of coffee at Patrizio's Bistro. It had been a week since he was released from prison and now he planned to get his crew together. The waitress brought Richie his coffee and asked if he wanted anything else.
"No sweetie I'm good, here's a little something for you." Richie answered and handed the waitress a hundred dollars.
He sipped his coffee some and stared at the waitress. The waitress smiled at Richie and continued about her business. Felix Petraglia walked into the Bistro dressed in a nicely tailored navy blue Italian suit.
"Holy sht, look who it is, I thought I'd never see the day that Richie Copperelli would get released." Felix yelled out as he walked in.
"And I never thought I'd see the day when I had to look at your ugly face again." Richie replied.
"You're still a ball buster, ha, ha, ha. I heard about the bump up, congratulations." Felix replied.
The two men hugged and sat down at the table. Richie continued sipping his coffee and Felix began the chat.
"So did you hear about Nicky?" Felix questioned.
"What are you talking about?" Richie responded.
"Nicky got arrested last night. Word on the street is the feds are going to put him behind bars for a while. Angelo is in charge while Nicky is away." Felix replied.
"That's too bad. But listen, I need you to go pick up Sergio at the airport and meet me at my warehouse in the Atlantic Quays. We got some business to discuss there." Richie ordered.
"Ok, I understand." Felix responded.
"Well what the fck are you still here for?" Richie said.
"I thought I would order a coffee or something before I go." Felix answered.
Richie threw his cup of hot coffee in Felix's face, "There, now get the fck out of here."
Felix screamed at the feeling of coffee burning his skin. He quickly wiped it off as best as he could with napkins and left immediately to go pick up Sergio. Richie left his table and walked up to the cash register. Patrizio was there messing with some papers underneath the counter.
"Hey Patrizio, you got this week's payment?" Richie questioned.
"No, go fck yourself. My brother Vito says I don't have to pay you, if you have a problem, then talk to him." Patrizio answered angrily.
"Go fck myself huh? Ok." Richie replied calmly.
Richie walked over to a table and grabbed a steak knife out of some random civilian's hand. He walked back over to the cash register and picked the free candy dish up. He emptied the candy out and slammed the glass bowl over Patrizio's head. Patrizio collapsed to the floor. Richie jumped over the counter and began beating Patrizio in the head with the big glass candy dish over and over again until he finally broke it into pieces. Next Richie took the steak knife and stabbed it into Patrizio's shoulder. But Patrizio was already past out on the floor and wasn't moving at all. Richie casually opened the cash register and took his protection payment for the week out, and then left.