12-06-2020, 03:26 AM
"How many deez Jews we gotta dust?" Jimmy asked.
"Whoa, this ain't fuckin' 1940 Poland! Put it back in ya pants!" Charlie shot back.
"You know what I mean..."
"Yeah, I do. But it shouldn't go that far. Especially if you keep ya mouth shut!"
"But if it does?" Jimmy went on.
"Well then I guess it's a western." Charlie said in a resigned tone.
James "Jimmy" Calgonno and Charles "Charlie Chin-ups" Castalino were about to make a deal. Or so they
hoped. Charlie had an arrangement with a group of fellows he'd known for many years; that just happened
to be a small arm of the Jewish mob. His "friend on the inside", Avrom Kogan, brokered this sit-down and
would see to it that everything went as smoothly as possible. That is if Jimmy could keep his head. He was
the wildcard in the hand. Charlie always kept him on a short leash but even then Jimmy chomped at the
bit. He knew he needed him for this meeting but he was also well aware that his presence alone could bring
it all crashing down. Friends, eh?
"I known Rommy since we was kids, he's good people. So I'd be five kinds of shocked if this went sideways."
"You think they'll keep their word to a couple guineas?" Jimmy asked in one of those kinds of tones.
"Aaay, what I just say?" Charlie said looking over at him.
The two stare at each other and Charlie reaches into the console to retrieve a .357 Magnum.
"If for any reason this does go wrong, it's buy one get five free on bullets, you hear me?"
"Understood." Jimmy said quietly.
They exit the vehicle and walk around back where Charlie pulls out a large black duffle bag and they
make their way to the door of the not-yet-open jewelers. This was a lucrative endeavor for all involved.
Absolutely no reason in the world why this couldn't be a friendly, smiles-all-around affair that ends with
handshakes and partnerships intact.
Charlie needed this to work. Several things rode on this sit-down. He felt confident overall. Just one thing
bothered him.
Fuckin' Jimmy.
"Whoa, this ain't fuckin' 1940 Poland! Put it back in ya pants!" Charlie shot back.
"You know what I mean..."
"Yeah, I do. But it shouldn't go that far. Especially if you keep ya mouth shut!"
"But if it does?" Jimmy went on.
"Well then I guess it's a western." Charlie said in a resigned tone.
James "Jimmy" Calgonno and Charles "Charlie Chin-ups" Castalino were about to make a deal. Or so they
hoped. Charlie had an arrangement with a group of fellows he'd known for many years; that just happened
to be a small arm of the Jewish mob. His "friend on the inside", Avrom Kogan, brokered this sit-down and
would see to it that everything went as smoothly as possible. That is if Jimmy could keep his head. He was
the wildcard in the hand. Charlie always kept him on a short leash but even then Jimmy chomped at the
bit. He knew he needed him for this meeting but he was also well aware that his presence alone could bring
it all crashing down. Friends, eh?
"I known Rommy since we was kids, he's good people. So I'd be five kinds of shocked if this went sideways."
"You think they'll keep their word to a couple guineas?" Jimmy asked in one of those kinds of tones.
"Aaay, what I just say?" Charlie said looking over at him.
The two stare at each other and Charlie reaches into the console to retrieve a .357 Magnum.
"If for any reason this does go wrong, it's buy one get five free on bullets, you hear me?"
"Understood." Jimmy said quietly.
They exit the vehicle and walk around back where Charlie pulls out a large black duffle bag and they
make their way to the door of the not-yet-open jewelers. This was a lucrative endeavor for all involved.
Absolutely no reason in the world why this couldn't be a friendly, smiles-all-around affair that ends with
handshakes and partnerships intact.
Charlie needed this to work. Several things rode on this sit-down. He felt confident overall. Just one thing
bothered him.
Fuckin' Jimmy.
