The noisy commotion coming from the house next door all but forced Tony to look to see what the hell was happening. From his back patio he could hear the yelling of a man, the screaming of a young woman and above all the crying of what he knew was a newborn baby. A crashing sound reached his ears and he suddenly feared the worst for the young woman. He leaped over the fence separating the two back yards and rushed to the back door. Inside he saw the man throwing dishes, pot and pans and in general making a shambles of the kitchen/dining room area. Jody, his girlfriend, clasped her hands to her face all the time screaming as if she was being physically harmed, but it was just her emotions causing her to react as she was. Finally Tony saw enough and barged boldly into their house.
“Hey, you, stop right fucking now,” he shouted loud enough to be heard at the end of the block.
“Who the hell do you think you are coming into my house giving orders asshole,” the young man countered.
“I’m the guy that’s going to kick your ass from here to next year if you don’t stop,” Tony said, his voice dropping to a much lower tone yet possessing all the menace of his feelings. It was quickly obvious the young man hadn’t heard or known that when Tony spoke so softly in his anger the worst was likely to happen.
“Yo, you bastard, get the fuck out of my house before I beat you to a bloody pulp,” the young man threatened moving closer.
It was his biggest mistake of the day. As he lifted his arm to strike, Tony’s hand flicked out so unexpectedly the man was caught totally by surprise. His first indication of impending doom was the excruciating pain felt in his groin. Tony had slipped his hand to his gentiles and gripped them far in excess of firmly. In other words Tony had him by the balls was beginning to squeeze hard. Next came the bone crunching blow to his face that instantly broke his nose. Blood sprayed everywhere as the young man howled his pain.
Before Tony was finished the young man was curled into a small ball, more like the fetal position, writhing around severe in severe pain. Another couple of kicks of his boots and Tony was satisfied he presented no more problem.
“Now, asshole, had enough or do I need to impress my disgust further?” his voice belied his real feelings.
“No man. I’m done you fucker. You want the slut, then you take her. I’m outa here just as soon as I get my things,” he muttered weakly.
“You ain’t taking anything from this house right now you fucking cocksucker. Get your sorry fucking ass up and out before I really loose my temper.” Tony gave him one final kick to his backside to emphasize his words.
That had all taken place five months earlier. Tony had spoken to Jody often and they soon became friends. Two days after kicking her boyfriend out he had called. Tony had come over at her invitation when the phone rang. She answered and put him on the speakerphone.
“Hey, you fucking whore bitch. I’m coming back for my stuff and giving you something to remember me by,” his voice threatened.
“I already have your child you worthless piece of shit,” she retorted. “What more could you give me?”
“How about I come over and really hurt you. You know, slap you around for a bit, then fuck your cunt before slicing up your pretty face so no other guys will look at you.”
“I got news for you dick breath. You ever come close to Jody again and I’ll make sure the coroners office has a real problem trying to figure out who or what you were,” Tony spoke again in his soft voice of anger. “Some of you will be found in L.A., some in Washington D.C., and still more in Atlanta. I’m not sure where I would send the rest, but I’m equally sure you get my meaning, capich?” The line went dead.
“God, Tony, you were awesome. Right now I’m so scared I don’t know weather to pee or shit my pants. Are you sure he won’t come around when you’re not looking? He can be real mean when he’s mad especially after drinking.” Jody sat heavily in her chair her fear obvious in her face.
“I’m fairly certain he’ll leave you alone, but just to make sure I’ll make a few calls. I do have friends in all the right places. Hey, being from Sicily isn’t all that bad you know,” he smiled at her.
“Oh shit, you’re Italian. Sicilian from the old country? You don’t have any kind of accent or anything,” Jody gasped. “Are you part of the Mob?” Her voice became very quiet with those words.
“Naw, that’s all in the movies. Sure, there’s a Mob, but I ain’t part of it, just know a few people. Look, I tella you what, ifa that scum of the earth bothers you again you leta me know and I’ll have a little talk witha my friends and they’ll makea sure he’sa swimming wit da fishes, Si?” he gave her in his best Godfather voice.
“Yes, yeah, I mean Si,” Jody laughed freely for the first time in almost a year. “Tony, you talk just like thema gangsters inna da movies,” she mimicked.
“Yeah just donna let it getta round, ya know?” he laughed back.