He took his cell phone and dialed. “Hello Tony,” the person on the other line said.
“Uncle Joe, I need to see you, ASAP.”
By the tone of Tony’s voice, without any question, Uncle Joe accepted to meet him in a nearby bar in two hours.
Tony hung up and stretched himself backwards on his chair. He recalled one year after his parents passed away, a driver and his truck went missing in another state. It was all over the news. A few weeks later, the body of a man was found in the woods. He was skinned alive. After some forensic tests, it was found to be the body of the missing driver that had killed his parents. No one knew the motive and the perpetrator/s were never caught.
Uncle Joe walked in the bar to the last table in the far corner. There were around six customers in the bar scattered here and there. Tony had already gulped down his J&B. There was one glass full opposite him, in front of the empty chair. Uncle Joe saw the serious look on Tony’s. He sat down and swallowed all his whiskey. “What do I need to hear?” He asked.
Tony waved at the waitress, she came and filled the two glasses and disappeared. He inhaled deeply and started to talk.
Uncle Joe listened to him without saying any word. When he has finished, a tear ran down his cheek. “Stop it!” Uncle Joe yelled. Everyone turned around to look at the two men, then continued to mind their own business. “A Sicilian never cries over a bitch!”
“I’m sorry.”
“What do you want to do, Tony? Divorce the bitch?” Uncle Joe asked in a cooler voice.
“I don’t want her anymore.”
“You can go and see a lawyer. We are in a no-fault state. If you want something quick and nothing in public, you better go for irreconcilable differences. Everything will be divided into two. You have no kids, there won’t be any child support to pay.”
“This is not fair, I paid for the house and everything else. I was not the one who cheated.”
“Ok Tony, you’ve called me here. You shared your problem with me. What do you want me to do?”
With a deep breath. Tony answered, “I want all of them to pay and to suffer till they die. And I want my house back.”
For a few seconds Uncle Joe looked at Tony in his eyes. “Listen Tony, if you want me to help you, of course I will. I once promised you I would help you whatever the situation is. Do you still remember?”
“Yes, at the funeral.”
“But once I start, there is no going back. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“And along those lines, I will do things that were never planned, decisions will be taken on the spot, according to the situation.”
“I’m ok with that.”
Uncle Joe removed his Android cell phone and tapped on Google Maps. He handed the phone to Tony. “Type the boss’s address. They are meeting on Wednesday, let that bitch go. You’ll have to play your role. You should not look suspicious at all and don’t do things that you will regret. Stay cool as you used to be.”
Uncle Joe took back his phone and studied the house and the surroundings. “A mansion in a remote area. Ok, I’ll go there tomorrow during the day and plant some spy cameras and mics. And I will also need to do the same thing in your house.”