"Fedeltà" drabbles by Neville Hunt

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Irish jiggy

Fedeltà #473

Whilst Nicole had been very attracted to Paolo, she wasn’t really his type. Attractive in an obvious and unsubtle way, she was much too ‘available’.

After going out with her once or twice, Paolo took her to a pub in West Ham frequented by a cross-section of London ne’er-do-wells, villains in the making. Among them was a group of Irish lads, one of whom took a particular fancy to Nicole. Trying to get Paolo to take more notice of her, Nicole flirted outrageously with them, and because Paolo didn’t react, she danced off with one of them.

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Nicole(asy)

Fedeltà #472

Nicole was pure Romford English. A true Essex Girl. Long blonded hair plus pretty face in a common, Page 3, way and a generous curvy coastline to her 5-foot 4-inch frame. Her voice cried electro rather than elo-cution and she was very easy. She hated her nickname, Nicoleasy, based upon the ease with which she was prepared to remove her knickers.

Paolo had met Nicole a couple of years ago in a Romford club. She really liked Paolo because, unlike most of her previous conquests, he treated her with respect... and shagged her how she liked it.

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Been there too!

Fedeltà #471

Franco had asserted that Tony didn't do dirty work like killing people, but Paolo wasn't going to take Franco's word for it. He wanted to get out of Tony's office as fast as possible, with the gun if necessary, and do some serious thinking.

Paolo had no problem with the killing bit, he'd already proved that, although Tony didn't know, but he did have a problem devising how to get Flaherty alone without arousing suspicion and getting himself either killed, or tortured or, if successful, arrested.

Luckily though, he knew how to get to Flaherty's girlfriend. Paolo had been there!

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Any more any mores

Fedeltà #470

"Kill someone?" spluttered Paolo. "I wouldn't know where to start." Tony may have believed Paolo's lie, but he wasn't letting him off the hook.

"Well the fucking time to start is now! I want Flaherty dead in 24 hours!" Tony handed Paolo a police issue pistol and clip. He didn't want anyone else, least of all Franco, to know about this mission, given the fact that as far as Franco knew, he had already killed Terry's killer, Shawn, and then been suspected himself. Any more any mores, and Franco might get his own ideas.

"Or I'll kill you both myself!"

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If thoughts could kill

Fedeltà #469

Paolo was hugely buoyed by this Friday chat with Tony. He allowed himself to think big.

'The nasty old shit is lapping it up. He's putty in my hands. I can take on Tony Monelli... and win. Franco can take all the risks and I can be puppet-master while he wipes out Tony's competition. And then I kill them both. Then I can deal with Sofia... and Livia, who owes me a shag'. Paolo was getting way ahead of himself until Tony brought him down to earth with a bang.

"Fuck Franco. I want you to get Flaherty, Paolo."

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What's the worst that can happen?

Fedeltà #468

"So that's the Irish fuckwit Flaherty! Who else is on the list?" Tony was interested in Paolo's thoughts and whilst his blood was boiling, he allowed some warmth to go Paolo's way.

Paolo reeled off four more names he knew Tony would recognise and react to. Tony was convinced that one of them, probably Flaherty, was Terry's murderer.

"How do we get to them Paolo?"

"Well," replied Paolo, suddenly bothered that 'we' might mean 'he', Paolo, "They've all got muscle surrounding them... but I can't see that stopping Franco!"

'At best, problem solved, at worst, fuck-rival removed,' thought Paolo.

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Sewage

Fedeltà #467

"Don't fuck about, Paolo! So who's top of the list then?" Tony was suddenly eager to know.

"Flaherty fancies himself, doesn't he?" suggested Paolo, "And I've heard he's got a new tart he's trying to impress. Apparently he's been splashing out on diamonds for her... maybe with your money and Terry's scalp!" Paolo wondered if he might have gone a bit too far with the 'scalp' reference, but Tony just grunted.

"How the fuck did you find that out, Paolo?" he asked.

"I try to be your ears and eyes, Tony. That sometimes means drinking with some nasty little shits!"

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All ears

Fedeltà #466

"I've been thinking, Tony" Paolo announced late Friday afternoon.

"I do the fucking thinking Paolo! Don't you forget it!" Tony interrupted.

"Sorry... It was about Terry.." Paolo continued, bravely.

"What about Terry then?" Tony was suddenly all ears. He'd been thinking continuously about his brother and who was responsible for killing him and extorting Tony's money.

"I've been making a list of the cockiest bastards who might be trying to get a slice of the action and take you down, Tony, and claim your top spot. I don't think there are more than half a dozen who'd have the balls!"

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Sowing

Fedeltà #465

Paolo made sure he was in Tony's office before the boss arrived every day for a week. He made himself useful and was very cooperative, initially getting no thanks from Tony, whose bad tempered outbursts Paolo rode like an expert surfer. His perseverance paid off though as by the end of the week Tony was genuinely appreciative of what the young man was doing.

"What're you being so helpful for Paolo? Expect me to give you a raise?" That was Tony's way of expressing his thanks.

And that meant time for Paolo to plant some seeds, then water them carefully.

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Flahertened

Fedeltà #464

Paolo compiled a list of known local villains whose 'business interests' were similar to Tony's organisation and who possessed the ambition and chutzpah to think themselves worthy of the top spot. Top of that list was Ronan Flaherty, whose Irish hoodlums operated very local to Tony.

Flaherty was a hard man, having come up the boxing route, winning a few minor titles and having been narrowly acquitted of manslaughter after, as a younger man, he had bashed the life out of an opponent in what the judge eventually ruled was a fair fight, following the rules of the boxing game.

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Dog eat Top Doggie

Fedeltà #463

The London underworld was characterised by a large number of separate gangs, often ethnically formed, operating in similar criminal fields. Mostly, each of these gangs worked within defined geographical boundaries, but inevitably, from time to time there were incursions, where one ambitious boss wanted to flex his muscles or take advantage of a particularly tasty opportunity. The result, sporadic turf wars. It was an occupational hazard.

As an Italian, Tony held a lofty view that he was top dog in the East End, now the Kray days were over. Consequently, a number of upstarts were ready to take him down.

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Pointing out

Fedeltà #462

Love life aside, Paolo was bothered that Tony, who's wife after all he was screwing, was entertaining changing notions about who might've been responsible for his brother's death. Everyone in the organisation was a suspect and Paolo's own immunity could be called into question at any time.

There was danger in pointing a finger at anyone else in the organisation in that, like Franco, it might come back to bite Paolo. He had to get very close to Tony again and try to get him thinking of external rivals. There was no shortage of gang bosses with grudges out there.

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Ups and downs

Fedeltà #461

Paolo was devastated. The plans he'd had for a future with Livia were shattered. He'd been nursing unrealistic ideas. He hadn't seen the signs. The trouble was that he'd ruined his chances with Sofia too and wasn't sure how that might pan out. Nonetheless, he determined to move on, to convince himself he would be better off with younger women. Onwards and downwards.

On the other hand... regular sex with Marcia was still on the cards, so, provided he was prepared to share her with Franco... and maybe others... then he would keep a bit more than his spirits up.

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Like a brick

Fedeltà #460

“But Livia, we must meet. We’ve things to discuss, unfinished business.” Paolo didn’t realise the desperation he transmitted.

“Things? Like what Paolo? What is there to discuss? Everything’s resolved. And don’t get any silly notion about you and me. That’s just a schoolboy fantasy. It isn’t going to happen. You’ll just have to deal with it!” Livia didn’t beat about the bush. She wasn’t about to let Paolo down gently.

“But you said... I thought...” started Paolo, only for Livia to cut in.

“Well you can think again. You’re just a boy.”

Dropped like a brick... as Sofia had predicted.

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Cool reception

Fedeltà #459

The Livia that picked up his call didn’t sound overly keen to talk to Paolo.

“What is it Paolo?” she asked, slightly testily.

“When can we meet?” he replied. “I wanted to meet you off the ship, but Tony bigfooted me. I hope you’ll be OK with him. He’s in a funny mood right now, so take care... he’s looking for suspects. Be careful what you say!”

“Well..” Livia paused before adding, “that’s all the more reason we shouldn’t meet up. Not for a long while I suggest.”

Sofia’s prediction coming to pass? And not what Paolo wanted to hear.

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Refocusing

Fedeltà #458

Paolo decided he would get nowhere thinking about ‘should have dones’ so decided to try to ignore the Sofia issue, taking a ‘what will be, will be’ approach. His ability to move on was helpful in this respect. Sofia now had his £200,000 and she was smart, so most likely she would leave it at that. He wouldn’t attempt to involve Marcia, because that was an even more dangerous option.

His next focus was on Livia, who right now would be a few hours away from Southampton. He decided to call her before she disembarked and met up with Tony.

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Undo... or doodoo

Fedeltà #458

Paolo was already regretting what he’d said and how he’d reacted to Sofia’s amazing offer earlier. He was nonetheless hopeful when a text came through from Sofia until he read the four-word message ‘You will regret this’.

He didn’t need enemies, and certainly not Sofia. He cursed his stupidity and lack of understanding of a woman’s feelings. How on earth could he make it right again? And not necessarily to resume physical relations with Sofia, but to dig himself out of the doodoo.

Maybe he could use her sister Marcia to make his case? But that was dangerous too!

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Scorned

Fedeltà #457

If Paolo was anxious earlier that evening, that anxiety level had doubled instantaneously. He tried calling Sofia immediately, but naturally she didn’t answer. He texted her with the words ‘Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Please come back. Please please please.’

There was no way that any of that would do the trick. Sofia was proud and felt scorned by Paolo. Whilst she might not tell Tony what Paolo had done as it might provide more problems than solutions, she would definitely scare the shit out of the young man and keep him guessing.

‘You’ll regret this young man!’ she vowed.

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Humiliation

Fedeltà #456

Given the anxiety underscoring his evening thus far, Paolo should have been relieved at this fabulous distraction. But maybe because of it, he was uncharacteristically thrown by Sofia’s actions and offer. He seemed reluctant.

“What kind of welcome is this?” demanded Sofia, grinning. “Have I just been beaten by a wankfest? Are we ‘not in the mood’ then... got a headache?” And then, anger rising, “Cat got your tongue Paolo?”

“Sorry Sofe... but it’s all a bit clinical, un....spontaneous.”

“I’ll show you spontaneous,” shouted Sofia, humiliated. She leapt up grabbed her coat and was gone.

Paolo had made an enemy.

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Pirouette

Fedeltà #455

Sofia swept past Paolo to stand outside his bedroom, facing away, leaving Paolo’s eyes following her from where he’d let her in.

Sofia then pirouetted once, clutching her coat and then a further 180 degrees, to face Paolo, flinging the coat wide to reveal her completely naked body. Paolo was speechless. She shrugged the trench coat, which fell to the floor as she stepped into the bedroom. With a bound, she leapt onto his bed and quickly arranged herself spreadeagled in a star shape, perfectly submissive.

“I’m all yours, Paolo. You’re in charge now. You choose, but nothing too violent!”