When Love Calls (Chapter Twenty-Six)

GREENWICH VILLAGE  
New York, New York  

Domenico watched the dramatic highway scene unfold on television. He looked around his quiet residence. He looked over at the telephone base stationed on the glass octagon table. Damn he should have already made direct contact with Mr. Delaro by now. After he stood in his absence for the grand opening of his casino in New Jersey, and after hearing the loss of Tango, Little Lenny, and Moretti. He should have extended his presence to be at his side. With that being said, he was sure Mr. Delaro would kill him on the spot once he does meet up with him.  
 
Someone pounded on the door.  
 
Domenico snatched up his weapon from off the couch. He crept over to the door. He placed the side of his face up to the door.  
 
“Yeah.”  
 
“Man, open the fucking door.”  
 
Domenico recognized the voice. He placed his weapon in his shoulder holster. He unlocked the locks on his door and pulled the door open.  
 
Sadoski limped into Domenico’s home.  
 
Domenico peeped his head out the door and looked up and down the street. He pushed the door close and turned to face Sadoski.  
 
“Man, what the fuck you doing here!”  
 
“Bleeding, motherfucker. Get me a bottle of Gin, some towels, a needle and some fucking thread. Oh, and get me lighter.”  
 
“Woo, slow that shit down. The Feds are looking for your ass, and I be damn if you bring that shit to my door.”  
 
Sadoski drew his gun out the side of his waistband and pointed it at Domenico.  
 
“If you don’t get me the shit I asked for, the Feds are going to find a dead fuck laying all over this silly ass white carpet.”  
 
Domenico gritted his teeth  
 
“Hold the fuck up.”  
 
GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS  
Manhattan, New York  
 
Marcus paced Zaniyah’s condominium as she was interviewed by the FBI, and then several police offices.  
 
“Miss. Delaro, did the person who banged at your door say anything relating to the fiasco that unfolded hours ago.”  
 
“As I stated earlier, someone banged on my door. Once I got to the door to press in my door intercom. I heard the first explosion of a grenade. The persistent banging stopped, therefore, I never got to open the door.”  
 
The police officer looked down at the answer Zaniyah provided. He flipped his notepad back over.  
 
“You stated in your previous comment. You left the door unlocked.”  
 
“Ah, yes, just in case I was taking too long and my father’s chauffeur had to enter.”  
 
Zaniyah looked around her condominium. She focused her sight back on the police officer.  
 
“Speaking of, has anyone located, Carlito?”  
 
“Yes, he is being checked out at the local hospital. So this person, who was banging at your door, never attempted to enter your residence without your permission.”  
 
Zaniyah looked over at Marcus. She looked back at the police officer.  
 
“No one has entered this residence, other than this entourage standing and crawling over my residence.”  
 
The police officer looked around Zaniyah’s condominium.  
 
“If there aren’t any additional questions. I would like to enjoy the remainder of my evening.”  
 
“I think you have provided sufficient answers.”  
 
The police officer rose from the couch.  
 
Zaniyah stood.  
 
“Miss. Delaro, if you could think of anything else feel free to call me.”  
 
The police officer lifted a business card with his precinct information from out the back pocket of his uniform pants. He handed it to Zaniyah.  
 
“Thank you.”  
 
Zaniyah looked down at the police officer’s business card. She lifted her head and smiled at the police officer.  
 
“If I can think of anything, I will surely call you.”  
 
“I will expect that call, Miss. Delaro.”  
 
The police officer walked over to where Marcus was talking to the NYPD lieutenant.  
 
“Director Modarius.”  
 
Marcus turned to face the voice.  
 
“Yeah.”  
 
“You may want to make sure Miss. Delaro stays under surveillance, just in case the person banging at the door, decided to pay her another visit, and this time, successfully enter the premise, if you know what I mean.”  
 
“I got this man, and thanks.”  
 
The police officer turned around and walked over to the door.  
 
Four more posted police officers joined him.  
 
A police officer opened the door and held it open.  
 
The four police officers exited Zaniyah’s condominium.  
 
The last police officer to exit Zaniyah’s condominium pulled the door close.  
 
“Director Modarius.”  
 
The lieutenant shook Marcus’ hand.  
 
“If the NYPD can assist with speeding this investigation along, do not hesitate to call.”  
 
“Thank you Lieutenant Haralson.”  
 
He looked over at Zaniyah.  
 
“Ma’am.”  
 
Lieutenant Haralson turned and walked over to the door. He pulled it open, exited Zaniyah’s condominium, and softly pulled the door close.  
 
Marcus walked over to the door and made sure it was locked. He walked over to where Zaniyah’s stood.  
 
“Who the fuck was in here!”  
 
“I beg your pardon.”  
 
“Zaniyah do not lie to me! Dmeshii was here wasn’t he.”  
 
“I told you there was no one here, no one.”  
 
Marcus clasped Zaniyah’s chin. He lifted her face.  
 
“Look me in my eyes and tell me that fuck was not in here.”  
 
“No one was here, I swear.”  
 
Marcus relaxed his grasp to Zaniyah’s chin.  
 
Zaniyah hugged Marcus around his waist.  
 
Marcus returned the embrace.  
 
“Baby, I’m sorry, I did not get here in time to confront the person who was banging on the door.”  
 
Zaniyah did not add to the comment. She hugged Marcus even tighter.  
 
“Would you like to join this man for a shower?”  
 
“Are…are you going to rape me.”  
 
“No, you and I are going to fuck, and you will be complying, most willing.”  
 
“And if I don’t.”  
 
“Consequences must and will be swift, starting with your father. Word on the street, the old man is getting soft.”  
 
“No you go on ahead. I will prepare us something to eat. The day that you had, I may have to serve you in bed.”  
 
Marcus uplifted Zaniyah’s chin. He bent his head and kissed her tenderly on the lips. He inched his face back.  
 
“I just might take my beautiful woman up on her offer.”  
 
“How is your ankle and your leg?”  
 
“I’ve experienced far worse.”  
 
“You need any held.”  
 
“Ask me that when I’m lying on top of you.”  
 
Marcus winked at Zaniyah. He stepped back and walked to the bedroom.  
 
Zaniyah exhaled slowly. She hated she had to lie, but she wanted her man alive and not falling prey to the Russian Cartel.  
 
 Marcus removed his two weapons from out the back of his waistband. He placed them on the dresser.  
 
His cell phone rang.  
 
Marcus lifted his cell phone from out the side pocket of his FBI jacket. He slid it open and looked down at the screen. He placed the cell phone up to his ear.  
 
FBI HEADQUARTERS  
Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch Department  
New York, New York  
 
 “Director Modarius.”  
 
“Yeah.”  
 
 “I thought you may be interested to know we just brought Dmeshii in for questioning.”  
 
“I will be there. In the meantime Agent Pelican, make sure, that fucker does not lawyer up before I get there.”  
 
“It’s already in the making.”  
 
“One last question, where the fuck were you and Agent Angelo?”  
 
“I can’t speak for Agent Angelo, but I got stuck in traffic. When I tried to show my FBI credentials, all hell had broken lose and I was turned away.”  
 
“I hope you got the person’s badge number. I need to report this shit to his or her commanding officer.”  
 
“Director Modarius, everything happened so fast. The only thing I was thinking about is getting to safety.”  
 
“I will be there in about twenty minutes.”  
 
“Yes sir.”  
 
“And I want a detailed report in regards to your castaway absence, and I want it on my desk when I get there.”  
 
Marcus slid his cell phone close. He placed it on the dresser. He walked into the bathroom. He returned to get his weapons from off the dresser; he walked back into the bathroom.  
 
Zaniyah sat on the couch. She made sure she heard the door to the bathroom door close. She placed her face in her palms and silently wept.  
 
GREENWICH VILLAGE  
New York, New York  
 
Sadoski bit the piece of thread off. He lifted the bottle of Gin, and took a lengthily swig; he allowed the fiery liquid to gallop down his throat. He slammed the bottle back down on the table. He lifted a cigarette, and then the lighter. Sadoski lit the end of the cigarette. He put it between his lips and took a draw; he blew out the smoke. He looked down at the bleeding gunshot wound to his upper arm. He released the cigarette from between his lips; he turned his head and smothered the open stitched wound with the lit end.  
 
“Sss,” Sadoski grimaced in pain.  
 
He smashed the cigarette down on the glass table. He threw the lighter down on the table and then lifted the bottle of gin. He took another gulp. He poured some on his throbbing wound.  
 
“Damn that nigger is mine when the times call for it.”  
 
Sadoski slammed the bottle of Gin down on the table.  
 
“What’s the plan? You can’t stay here motherfucker.”  
 
“Until I know my Boss is all right, and made it out of this shit. My ass stays put. You need to find out how in the fuck you’re going to pay Dmeshii; if not your ass is considered dead by my hands.”  
 
“I have a plan that may benefit us all in the end.”  
 
Domenico rose from a leather wingback chair and walked over to the bar. He lifted the stopper from out the Crystal Decanter of Brandy. Domenico poured the contents inside the glass. He uprooted the Decanter, inserted the stopper back inside, and then lifted the glass from off the Cherrywood surface. He took a sip.  
 
Domenico looked over Sadoski.  
 
“You want something to eat man.”  
 
“Na’ll I’m cool.”  
 
Sadoski sunk the back of his head into the couch cushion.  
 
Domenico reached over his chest and gradually pulled his weapon from out his shoulder holster. He cocked it and aimed it. He shot Sadoski in the front of his neck.  
 
Sadoski’s head slowly faded sideways. His open eyes remained affixed.  
 
Domenico walked over to where Sadoski’s corpse lay. He tossed the contents inside his glass and then threw the glass at him.  
 
“My white rug cost more than your punk ass ever made in your short life span, fucker.”  
 
Domenico turned his face and shot Sadoski in the center of his chest.  
 
Blood splattered on the side of Domenico’s face. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. Domenico ran over to the window. He pulled the curtain back and looked out. He looked down at his Rolex and then looked back at the window. No one stepped out of their brownstone. Domenico let the curtain go. He hurried into his kitchen. He opened up several bottom cabinet doors. He hunched down and lifted four lawn green trash bags from out the box. He stood and walked back into his living room. He lifted his cell phone from out the back pocket of his pants. He lifted it open and pressed in a bottom. He pressed the okay button and placed the cell phone up to his ear.  
 
PELHAM BAY  
Bronx, New York  
 
 “I need someone to put out the trashcan and this shit needs to be taken care of like yesterday.”  
 
“Single trash or multiple cans.”  
 
“Single, and I need cement.”  
 
“The fee to haul the trash will be discussed once the trash men pull up to the curve.”  
 
GREENWICH VILLAGE  
New York, New York  
 
Domenico slid his cell phone close. He returned it to the back pocket of his pants. He walked over to the couch. He dropped the four trash bags down on the white carpet. Domenico lifted his gun from out the holster and tossed it down on the couch. He placed his arms under Sadoski’s body and pulled his body forward. He let his body fall to the carpet. He looked at the blood stain on his white soft leather sofa and now his white carpet.  
 
“You motherfucker!”  
 
Domenico kicked Sadoski in his side. His cell phone rang  
 
Domenico lifted cell phone from out the back pocket of his pants. He slid it up and looked down at the blank screen. He slid the cell phone close and replaced it inside his back pants pocket. Domenico squatted down. He felt over Sadoski’s back pants pocket. He felt the bulge. He dipped his hand inside the pocket and lifted his cell phone out.  
 
Domenico slid Sadoski’s cell phone up. He read the first message.  
 
“On my way over to D’s house. If I didn’t get hit by that nigger. I would take his ass out personally.”  
 
Domenico looked down at Sadoski’s body. He read the reply message.  
 
“The Feds have the hotel I’m held up in surrounded. We will meet up later; there is a shipment coming in at seven o’clock, be there in case I’m not.”  
 
Domenico looked back down at Sadoski’s body  
 
“You want be there, but dammit I fucking will.”  
 
This is the break his ass has been waiting on he thought.  
 
Damn he wish his three boys were here to celebrate the breakthrough.  
 
Domenico slid Sadoski’s cell phone close and placed it on the white carpet. He opened the first bag pulled it down over Sadoski’s head. He lifted the second bag, placed his feet inside, and then pulled it up his upper body. He lifted the third bag, placed Sadoski’s legs inside and pulled it up his body. He slid the fourth trash bag over Sadoski’s head.  
 
Domenico’s cell phone rang. He reached in his back pants pocket and lifted his cell phone out. He slid it open and looked down at the screen. He placed it up to his ear.  
 
“The package has been prepared to take out.”  
 
He slid his cell phone close, stood, and rushed over to his window. He pulled the curtain back.  
 
A man with a passenger inside a garbage truck parked near the curve.  
 
Domenico looked back at the concealed corpse.  
 
“See you in hell motherfucker.”  
 
 
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