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the bodyguards wanted to be the one to get a smack from Paulie, so they kept quiet. Paulie bellowed, “You know something? I think I need another set of fuckin’ bodyguards because you fuckers are worthless!”
    He ordered one of his goons to go down the block to find his little sister. “Listen,” he said, “I’m gonna go over here and check on Tony. This motherfucker owes me some money, and I’ll get me a plate from Mrs. Santoro. I think I smell some linguini cooking, and nobody does it like she does.” Paulie licked his lips and headed across the street. His men began to follow him. Treating them as if they were puppies, Paulie turned to them and shouted, “Stay!”
    Mrs. Santoro was like a mother to him, and even though Tony was a dope fiend, Paulie still treated him like a brother. They were as close as brothers, and he sometimes gave Tony drugs on the house so he wouldn’t get sick. Anybody else would have died before Paulie gave up any anything for free.
    He walked to the back of the house, called out to Tony, and peeked inside. “Yo, Tony, you in here, man?” There was no reply, so he decided to go in, head upstairs, and grab a plate of food for himself and one for Sherry. He felt comfortable just walking in since the family had that kind of relationship with him.
    After he got the food, he went into the basement. “Hey, Tony, where the fuck are you, man?” Paulie asked as he walked in. He halted in his tracks as he saw a pair of legs in the air and Tony pumping up and down, naked from the waist down. “Oh shit! My bad,” he said out loud as he turned to leave.
    From the corner of his eye, Paulie saw something familiar. He looked closer and then he realized what he was seeing: a book bag that looked just like Sherry’s.
    As he inched a little closer, Paulie heard a strange noise pounding in his head, and his heart began to beat faster and faster. He felt as though he was a character in a bad horror flick. He thought to himself, No, no, no! This shit can’t be fuckin’ happening. Then he heard her moan. It was then that the tears began to fill his eyes and he almost threw up. Paulie was witnessing his sweet, little sister being sexually violated by Tony.
    During the time that he was in the room watching what was going on, Tony was completely oblivious; he was high on heroin and the young girl’s sensual body. Finally fulfilling his long-awaited desire to have Sherry just put him over the moon, into the stratosphere, into another dimension.
    Paulie pulled out his gun and pointed it in their direction. As he started to walk toward them, tears stained his face. There was murder on his mind.
    Just as he got to the foot of the stairs, he heard shouting. “Tony, Tony! Your father needs—” Mrs. Santoro was running down the stairs yelling when she saw Paulie crying and holding the gun. “Paulie, what the hell are you doing with that gun out in my house?” She looked to the right, in the direction of Paulie’s murderous gaze. She saw what he was looking at.
    In that very moment, Tony turned and saw Paulie and his gun. “Oh shit!” he screamed.
    “What the fuck is going on down here?” Mrs. Santoro screeched.
    Just then, Paulie was stuck in a dilemma. He did not want to disrespect his surrogate mother, yet he wanted to kill her son. Tony saw the confusion on his face. He took the opportunity to grab his pants, then jumped out of the bathroom window.
    By the time Paulie saw, it was too late. His slow reaction to the situation gave Tony time to escape. Paulie ran to the window and let loose about eight shots that echoed loudly. Boom! Boom! Boom!
    Tony dove into his car headfirst. He owned a newer model, so all he had to do was push a button and the car started right up. He lay down and pressed the gas pedal just as the rear window shattered. Having grown up on this block, Tony could drive blindfolded down if he had to. As he sped down the block, Paulie’s men saw what was going down and began to fire