Chapter 24: A Sad Day
Dickie arrived at his apartment. Richie and Sergio had accompanied him while Felix stayed in the car. Dickie went to unlock his door, but as soon as he touched the door, it opened a little bit.
"Oh no!" Dickie muttered.
He pulled out his 9mm and pushed the door open. Dickie walked in as Richie followed behind. They saw Dickie's wife Gia lying on the floor, face down with a few bullet holes in her back and her shirt stained with blood.
"NOOOO!" Dickie screamed out as he bent down to check on his wife.
Tears ran down Dickie's cheeks as he held his dead wife in his hands on the floor.
"They killed her Richie, those Hungarian bstards fcking killed her!" Dickie bawled.
"Don't worry Dickie, we'll make them pay. We should check about your son." Richie replied.
The two gangsters looked around and didn't see Sonny anywhere around. Then the phone rang, Dickie answered it.
"Mr. Zitto?" The voice on the other line said.
"Yeah? Who's this?" Dickie answered.
"This is Detective Nomiki with the L.C.P.D, your son was mugged in an alley today and we need you to come down to the hospital." The detective said.
"I'll be right there." Dickie said wiping his tears away.
He hung up the phone and grabbed his car keys. He ran past Sergio and Richie, all the way outside. He jumped in his blue Admiral, and sped off to the hospital.
"Che cosa dovremmo fare ora Richie?" Sergio asked.
"What we do now, is go see if the Hungarians have done any more damage. Take Felix and go check on all the local businesses under our protection and make sure nothing is wrong. Call Marco and Nero, have them go to the hospital to guard Dickie. I'm going home to check on my wife." Richie responded.
Sergio nodded and left the building. He climbed into the car with Felix and they drove off. Mean while Richie walked out of the building and began walking home since he lived close by. After a few minutes he arrived at his apartment building. He walked inside and up a few flights of stairs and finally reached his apartment. Richie pulled his keys out of the pocket in his tan jacket, and inserted them into the keyhole. He unlocked the door and walked inside. He heard his wife Sarah, screaming loudly from the bedroom.
"What the fck?" Richie muttered to himself.
He opened a near by closet and pulled out a gold custom made Desert Eagle. He loaded a clip inside quickly and rushed to the bedroom door. Richie busted it in, and aimed for anyone who may be hurting his wife. But he was in shock when he saw two men gangbanging his wife.
"What the fck is this? Who are these two dead mother fckers?!" Richie yelled out in anger.
"Richie?! It's not what it looks like!" Sarah replied.
"Bullsht! Is that Freddie and Omar?!" Richie shouted back.
Freddie owned the sporting goods store that Richie had started to extort, back when he was released from prison. Omar was Freddie's salesman.
"Fck you guinea!" Omar said to Richie, not knowing those would be his last words.