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Jackie Collins, The Love Killers, Leroy Jesus Bauls, Rio Java, Prince Alfredo, Sammy Albert, April Crawlford, Lara Crichton, Frank Bassalino, Stefano Crown, Bosco Sam, Larry Bolding, Rose Bassalino
several Bassalino territories. They werenât succeeding, however, they were causing certain problems. What with that and the protection business, he knew it was time he paid a visit. He was sure with him in town those problems would soon cease. Perhaps a personal meeting with Rizzo Crown would fix things. They went back many years together, so why not?
Finished with Frank, he telephoned Nick in Los Angeles. âWhatâs happening?â he asked, always his opening question.
Nick gave him a short rundown.
âFine, fine.â Enzio coughed and spat into an ashtray on his desk, a habit that did not endear him to his staff. âIâm going to New York tomorrowâit might not be a bad idea for you to fly in for a couple of days. Weâll have a family meeting.â
âWhy?â Nick didnât like leaving the Coast. He didnât like his suntan suffering for even one day.
âIt might be advisable,â Enzio said. âIâll let you know.â
âJesus,â Nick muttered.
âWhatâs the matter with you?â Enzio boomed. âCanât you leave the old broad for two days? Whatâs she got, a direct line to your balls?â
âIf itâs necessary, Iâll be there,â Nick said, giving in without a fight. Maybe a trip to New York wasnât such a bad idea. It just might be the perfect opportunity to get something together with Lara that April couldnât find out about.
âOkay, okay, Iâll let you know,â Enzio said, hanging up.
Nick was a stupid boy. Any man was dumb if he let a woman tie his balls together. Enzio had always prided himself on being very clever about the female sex. A piece was a piece, and there was plenty around. âUse them before they use youâ had always been his motto. Once they became clingy and demanding, that was the time to get rid of them.
Mary Ann August wriggled into his study. Clad in her customary bikini with puffs of teased blond hair, she stood silently picking off her nail polish until he said a curt âYeah? What is it?â
âAlioâs here,â she singsonged. âOut by the pool. He wants a sandwich, and the cookâs out. What shall I do?â
âSo make him a sandwich,â Enzio said irritably, delaying his call to Angelo.
âWhat kind?â she asked blankly.
âHow the hell do I know? Ask him.â Mary Ann was beginning to piss him off. Sometimes big boobs were not enough.
âThereâs cheese, I guess,â she said vaguely. âOr cucumber. Do you think heâd like cucumber?â
âWhat am I? A chef?â Enzio stormed. âGet outta here, ya dumb broad. I gotta make a call.â
Mary Ann left quickly. She knew when to make herself scarce.
It would have been nice, Enzio mused, if Rose had not gone insane and locked herself away. An old-style wife was irreplaceable. A woman who knew her position in life and kept it. It would have been far more convenient to stash his mistresses in separate apartments, visiting them only when necessary, putting up with their ridiculous chatter only when he had to.
But it was too lonely without anyone. He needed to share his bed. Sometimes he had nightmares, dreams from which he awoke shaking and cold around the heart. At those times he reached out for human contact; he desperately needed the security of another body nearby.
Enzio worried about his health. What if his heart should fail and no one was near? He had suffered one attack three years before. The doctors had assured him he was fine now, better than before.
Still⦠What did doctors know? He didnât trust any of them.
It wouldnât be a bad idea, he decided, to replace Mary Ann in New York. Her time was almost up.
Phoning London, he was aggravated because he could not get hold of Angelo. His son wasnât at the casino nor at his home. The boy was out screwing, Enzio thought with a snort. He smiled, the proud father.
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