Hell in Chicago
Pandemonium reigned on Mr. Bartonelli’s estate following the firing of some employees he found tied to Chicago’s Police Department. They were taken to his private office and interrogated. Two females were let go because of noninvolvement but had privy to knowledge that two males were undercover cops that were leads to Tony discovering who they were. Victor was impressed with Tony Rotigliano’s effectiveness of taking care of business, yet that was what he paid him for, nothing less.
Victor Bartonelli had a special chamber built to help uncooperative people he wanted information from remember what they knew and during the course of helping they were more than willing to volunteer what they knew. The walls were arrayed with all sorts of torture gadgets and dimly lit to produce an atmosphere of fear, a hooded ax man stood in a dark corner waiting for the order if necessary.
Two tattered looking men were escorted into the chamber. Lee Parker was the epitome of fear contrasted with Bill Venable who had the look of not giving a damn. Bill would change that tune before this day was over for Mr. Bartonelli had bitter treats for them.
Victor usually had his generals take care of work of this sort, but this time he would handle this personally letting all know he had not become soft by not being in the field.
Mr. Bartonelli ran his fingers through his silky white hair as he approached Tony and said, “Tony” with a sense of certainty, “Bring my pets from the Brazilian rain forest for they seem to be getting hungry.”
Tony did not like the slugs or leeches because they looked gross and made sucking noises, opening orifices supposed to be mouths showcasing serrated teeth with edges for gripping and tearing. These mouths could suck blood through pores as well as rend flesh.
Mr. Bartonelli began his torture with Bill who showed a nonchalant attitude. “You seem to be tripping that no kind of shit ain’t going to bother you, but we’ll see in a few minutes.”
Bill was sitting tied to a chair in the middle of the floor casting his eyes at the hooded ax man in the corner who had a grim look like he was hoping he would get the chance to use the ax.
Mr. Bartonelli chuckled as he sauntered gracefully toward Bill, taking the lid off the container that housed the leeches using tongs to lift them out, holding them before Bill’s eyes so he would get a good look at who would be his guests. Mr. Bartonelli dropped them inside Bill’s shirt and pants. The creatures did their job by satisfying their hunger by biting, sucking, and pinching causing little spots of blood to identify itself through the thin material of Bill’s shirt.
Shock registered on Bill’s face shifting to pain as he lost that don’t give a damn attitude replaced with concern of how much worse can it get. He tried to stifle a scream with a whimper escaping his lips, the compressed air produced groans and something resembling choked laughter.
Mr. Bartonelli laughed. “So you feel it huh. It is going to get worse as time lapses when blood has covered your body making it slick so they will be able to move more freely stabbing and sucking in frenzy. What has happened to your smug attitude? Are you ready to tell me why you accepted to spy on my activities and who at headquarters are behind it?”
“Kiss my ass!”
“Oh, something is going to kiss your ass and other places to. The mouths that will be kissing I don’t think you will like, but I think they will like yours. As for me, thanks for the invitation.”
Bill jumped when the ones in his pants began biting his ass and dick.
“Oh, they heard you huh. I think they like their meal giving you their taste of approval.”
Bill sweating and moaning, head bucking from side to side tried to remove his restraints to grab his groin because the creatures were eating vigorously at his prized possessions.
“You see Bill, I am going to show you I have better humane tendencies toward the human species than the police department who with no respect comes into my home posing as a friend seeking my good side. I have given you both more than your employer, the City of Chicago will ever do. I have even called you family and what do I get in return? Betrayal!”
Victor was thrilled at Bill’s change of attitude; he had begun screaming and squirming because the leeches were eating him up. Looking at Lee whose sweat was dripping from his chin, felt pity for he was already over the edge, but that is the price paid for betraying Victor Bartonelli.
Bill Venable, speaking gibberish, mumbled that he was ready to talk.
“What did you say Bill, Victor implored?”
“I said I am ready to talk.”
“Talk? Then talk!”
“These creatures in my pants are breaking my concentration. I need them removed so I can focus on the information I have to give you.”
“Can’t do that. If the information you give me pleases me, I’ll have them removed. If not, they will eat you alive.”
“The investigation into your activities was authorized by the FBI through the Mayor’s office. They want to know of all your suspected illegal activities for the Mayor and FBI contends they want to keep the city clean of narcotics and other unwelcome activities.”
“So someone is disgruntled over my activities huh. Well, I will send a message back to the FBI and the Mayor that they can kiss my Italian ass. The more they send to keep tabs on me the more will return in body bags. I ain’t bullshitting you. What else do you know?”
“There is a conspiracy to bring you down from a man named Dumbarto out of Detroit about a contract he no longer wants to keep. It was him who paid the policemen to put a hit on you.”
“Um hum, so it was my construction partner Samuel Dumbarto who don’t want to pay me my $2,000,000 since he knew I am going to collect since he backed out.”
“The Mayor and the FBI has not put out any word about bringing you in, but are keeping track of your every move.”
“Yeah, I’ll deal with them later, but right now I have to call my man in Detroit to take care of this matter. Matter of fact, he already has by saving my life.” Victor pondered over the audacity of Dumbarto putting a contract on him. Shit, he would take care of him personally.
Victor eased his gold phone receiver out of the nest calling Travis on his private line. It rang continuously until Travis finally picked up.
“Travis my good man, this is Victor.”
“How are you Mr. Bartonelli?”
“Great and a pleasure to speak with you. It seems we have a problem with Samuel Dumbarto respecting our construction project.”
Hesitating, Travis collected his thoughts and said, “I was going to get with you about this but I have been having trouble with my family. It seems like an over zealous enemy attacked my home and my wife is in the hospital. I plan on making corrective measures with Dumbarto and company today.”
“So you know about Dumbarto. You are up on it more than I thought. I hope Delilah get well soon. Tell her Apollonia and I sent our regards. Do what you must to correct the matter. If you need more manpower, I am just a phone call away.”
“Thanks you sir, I am on it now.”
“Good, good, have a nice day Travis.” After pondering over what the next step about the situation in Detroit, Victor went back to his victims.
Bill was squirming and moaning when Victor returned. Turning his attention to Tony, he ordered him to get two, 55 gallon steel drums putting both policemen inside bound with their hands tied behind their backs, gagging them. He sealed both containers, labeled and had them shipped to the police department warehouse with a note attached to their bodies, “Guess who?”
Bill wondered over and over again was it worth the efforts he put forth to try to bring justice, if that is what you call it, to a few measly people who did not understand or appreciate that his life was on the line each and every day. His wondering would be over soon when the last air was breathed from the container. He felt it move, should he enjoy this last sense of movement or prepare to meet the devil in hell for he would be meeting him soon.
“Hurry up with those barrels, I want them delivered to the warehouse as soon as possible because I cannot wait to inform Mr. Mayor that if he is not careful he could wound up in one of the containers as his policemen.”
Reflecting back on what Travis had told him, he would make a personal visit to Detroit paying a visit to this Dumbarto. He had to understand whom he was messing with and the time would be soon.