Chapter 14: What's Johnny's Status?
Richie picked himself up off of the sidewalk and dusted himself off. Johnny Orso appeared from around the corner of the bakery with a 9mm. He fired three shots at Richie, and all three hit. One of them hit him near his heart, another shot clipped his left arm, and another grazed his neck. Richie fell to the ground clutching his chest and Sergio ran outside with a shotgun. Johnny ran back around the corner and down the street some as Sergio chased him. Johnny jumped into the passenger seat of an admiral, with Valentino in the driver's seat. Sergio stopped in front of the car and blasted a shotgun shell through the wind shield into Valentino's chest. He cocked the gun and blasted another shot into Valentino's face which caused blood to spew all over Johnny. Valentino's brains poured out of his head and landed on his guts which were already on the floor board of the car. Sergio cocked the shotgun again and blasted Johnny in the side of his chest.
"FCK!" Johnny screamed as he dropped his gun and clutched his side.
Sergio walked over to the passenger's side of the car and swung his shotgun into the window like a baseball bat. The window shattered to little pieces. Sergio held his shotgun in his left hand and grabbed Johnny by the throat with his right hand. He pulled Johnny out of the car window some by his throat.
"YOU MADE A BIG MISTAKA, YOU NEVER FCKA WITH RICHIE!" Sergio yelled in his thick Italian accent.
He let go of Johnny's throat, and left Johnny hanging from the car window. Sergio delivered a hard right punch to Johnny's bullet wound.
"OWWWW!" Johnny shrieked in pain.
Sergio gripped his shotgun with both hands and cocked it one last time. He blasted a shell into Johnny's forehead. Johnny's brains leaked onto the street as Sergio walked back to the bakery. He handed Dickie his shotgun and Dickie walked towards Valentino and Johnny's admiral. Dickie tossed the shotgun inside the car and threw a grenade inside to get rid of the evidence. The car exploded as Dickie ran back to Richie who was still on the ground.
"How bad is it?" Marco asked frantically.
Richie stopped clutching his chest and replied, "Not that bad, it doesn't hurt at all."
He opened his coat and shirt to find that the metal cross around his neck had stopped the bullet from hitting him in the heart. All he had on his chest from the gun shot was a small bruise.
"It's a miracle." Richie whispered to himself.
Dickie helped him off of the ground and helped him go back inside the bakery. Dickie set Richie down in a chair and sat next to him.
"What's Johnny's status?" Richie questioned.
"He's fcking wasted, along with Valentino." Sergio answered.
"Good, we got to get that prick Angelo back. I'm done with fcking talking. I need to talk with Frank Leone." Richie responded.
"Frank Leone? He's a fcking legend around here. I heard he once took out thirty guys, when he was only supposed to take out one. I also heard his trademark was he use to cut the tongue out of every guy he whacked, that's where Nicky got it from. I thought Frank was dead though." Marco said.
"No he's just in prison. I got to go." Richie answered.
"What about your wounds where the bullets clipped you?" Marco asked.
"Fck my wounds, come on kid I need to go and your going to drive me. Sergio and Dickie you guys come to. Nero stay here and take care of the mess." Richie ordered as he changed out of his suit jacket and into a leather jacket. He pulled a Desert Eagle out from the drawer of his desk and loaded a clip inside it. He cocked the gun and tucked it away in his pants.