Chapter 22: Another Attempt
Richie's men finished scooping up the last of the cash back into the brown paper bags. They all walked out the front door of Richie's bakery, headed for their cars. Suddenly a dark blue Kuruma turned the corner and three men leaned out of the windows of the car, armed with Uzis. Mean while the driver kept the car at a slow steady speed.
"GET DOWN!" Sergio screamed as he tackled Richie backwards into the bakery.
The gunmen began firing as Richie's men ducked for cover. As the three gunmen sprayed bullets at Richie's guys, Richie ran to the kitchen of his bakery and opened a pantry. Inside was a shotgun with a box of shells ready to be used, along with a grenade. He picked the gun up and quickly loaded shells into it. Next he pocketed the grenade; the car outside rolled to a stop and Richie ran to the front doorway. He peaked around the corner and unloaded two shots into the car's passenger window. The gunman in the passenger's seat, hung upside down out of the window as his life slipped away. Richie pulled the pin on the grenade and hurled it on top of the gunmen's car.
"Suck on that, you ccksuckers!" Richie yelled.
The grenade exploded and blew the car up, along with the four men inside.
"Anyone get a good look at their faces?" Richie questioned.
"Yeah, I recognized them; they were a couple of Puerto Ricans from Hepburn Heights." Nero answered, "The Hungarians probably hired them to do the hit."
"Well I'm tired of this bullsht, set up a meeting with Flannigan and Haskel." Richie ordered.
"Ok I'll do it now." Dickie replied as he pulled out his cell phone.
"Marco, Nero, get the cash out of here and over to the warehouse." Richie said as he continued to bark out orders.
Richie walked back inside his bakery and into the kitchen. He placed the shotgun he had removed earlier back into the pantry and closed the pantry door. Then Richie walked into his office and turned on the T.V. Dickie made the call to Flannigan and Haskel and set up a meeting for eight o'clock. Afterwards, Dickie called his house, "Babe I won't be able to make it home for dinner."
"Ok sweetie, I'll leave a plate in the microwave for you." Dickie's wife, Gia replied.
"How's Sonny doing?"
"He's out with his friend Ragu." Gia answered.
"Ragu? What the fck? What kind of name is that?" Dickie asked.
"Michael Ragulli, they call him Ragu as a nickname."
"Oh, well I got to go. Love you babe." Dickie said, right before he hung up.