A note from the author:
I've attempted something a little different with this story, for it's the first time I've written about well known characters. I've always been a Soprano's fan, and consider it one of the best programmes to have ever hit our screens. I hope this story has captured some of the personalities and how they'd react in situations such as these. I apologise in advance for any geographical errors, but I've never been to New York and used an atlas to obtain the names of towns such as Norfolk and Richmond. As always, I look forward to your feedback.
Regards
Bazzza
The Sopranos
It was late when Tony Soprano woke; he drifted slowly into consciousness to the birds chirping noisily outside the bedroom window. He felt the start of a headache, the effects from a late night with the boys and too much booze. He lay still with his arm over his eyes trying to block out the light, but it was to no avail, his head began a steady unwanted pounding. He cursed and threw back the covers, then gingerly turned sideways and swung his legs to the floor before sitting up. He still felt the effects of Uncle Junior's bullet tearing though his body many months previous, the weakened tissue and muscle still making day to day life a little difficult. He took a few seconds before getting to his feet; then staggered with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom to urinate. He watched with interest as the stream of urine hit the porcelain, a few years back it had been a powerful jet, but now it was remarkably less. Just another sign of getting old, he reminded himself. After finishing, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, his formidable belly stretching his white singlet; he quickly looked away and muttered another curse. Getting old ain't no fun he reminded himself.
Downstairs, he found Carmela busy in the kitchen and AJ eating a bowl of cereal. Carmela turned and smiled at his arrival, ignoring his dishevelled appearance.
"Hi Ton, there's coffee in the pot. You want one?"
Tony smiled as he sat down at the breakfast bar, "Thanks."
He switched his attention to AJ who had wisely turned back to his cereal bowl. Things hadn't been good between father and son lately, Tony was annoyed at his lack of drive and aspirations. The boy had dropped out of his studies after poor results, and now spent most of the time doing just about nothing. Job hunting didn't seem to be high on his list of priorities. Tony had always worked hard and got to where was today through hard graft. He's provided well for his family and was a respected head of a mob family. He had no time for lazy none achievers; and the fact that his son was fast becoming one was a little hard to swallow.
"What're you doing today?" Tony asked.
"Nothin much, just hanging out with friends." he muttered.
"These friends got jobs?"
The last thing AJ wanted was an argument with his old man; he quickly gulped down the last mouthfuls from the bowl and placed it in the sink.
"Gotta go." he muttered and left the room.
Carmela placed his coffee on the bar and kissed him on his hairless forehead, "You need to go a bit easy on AJ, there's a rift developing between you two. It'll come to no good, I know it."
Tony sipped his coffee before replying, "He needs to do something with his life for christ's sake. We've given that boy everything he wants, and now look at him."
"He'll come right, just give him a bit of time, he's a good kid at heart."
Tony watched Carmela as she moved around the kitchen, they chatted about anything but AJ; for they both knew it would only lead to harsh words. Life had been difficult lately, but their relationship had prospered through it and neither wanted a fight. She was a good woman Tony reminded himself. Strong willed and honest with a big heart, she was at his side day and night when he was in hospital. A pillar of strength Silvio told him, holding the family and friends together and making sure the doctors and nurses attended his every need.
Tony smiled lustfully as his eyes focused on her tight jeans, her well rounded buttocks and shapely thighs still did it for him. He felt the stirrings of an erection and stroked himself with some pleasure beneath the breakfast bar. He waited patiently until Carmela leaned conveniently across to pick up his empty cup, his hands pulled her in tight and he placed his face in her ample cleavage. She grinned at his erection pushing into her and placed another kiss on his forehead.
"Tony Soprano, you should be ashamed of yourself. You're far too sick to be thinking such impure thoughts."
His hand slipped between her denim covered thighs and stroked her just how she liked it, "How about we go upstairs and take my mind off the severe pain I'm in?"
She pushed away from him, took two wise steps backwards out of his reach and grinned, "Sorry, but I'm meeting the girls' downtown. And anyway, any pain you're feeling is self inflicted, no sympathy I'm sorry."
Tony pushed his shorts down to expose his substantial erection standing proudly to attention in his shorts, "What am I gonna do about this thing?"
Carmela laughed as she picked up her bag and car keys from the bench, "How about a date tonight? An early night and you can show me if it still works okay."
"Do I get a kiss goodbye?" he asked.
"Not a chance, even in your condition, you're dangerous and can't be trusted."
Five minutes after Carmela left, the phone rang. Tony answered it to Carmela's purring voice. You didn't try hard enough she told him, and that she loved him. He grinned when he put the phone down, she was surely gonna get it good he promised himself. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen.
