Extermination
As he laid in the cool autumn shade of an old oak, he smiled. He was with his true love, his wife. Yes, he had other women, but he loved only one. Her stomach pressed against his side as they laid there in the grass. He was as alone as he could be, there were men stationed here and there to watch for any would-be assassins. She whispered sweet lines into his ear and he smiled. He turned over and was on top of her. He stared at her eyes, the way they glistened in the shards of light that slipped through the leaves. She smiled and pushed him over and now the tables had turned, she was on top of him. He laughed a bit, he was used to being in control, but he would give that up for her. As she leaned down to give him a kiss, there was a crack, and her lifeless body slumped onto his. Her eyes still wide open gave a look of surprise. He pushed her off of him and began to try to snap her out of it, but he noticed the red grass beneath her head.
His men came over to where he was and immediately began to survey the area. No one had seen where the killer was or if he had run off. The men surrounded him as they ran to his favorite Packard. They quickly loaded everyone in and sped off.
He began to cry, they had killed the only woman he had loved. He had no clue what family had done it, all of the families had good reason to kill him, but why her? They had no reason to kill her, other than to upset him.
He called the men to a meeting. They would begin to clean the ghettos. They would polish the underground. They would kill the remaining families. He did not care who did it, just that if they all died then the killer would be dead. He told the men to grab what they needed from the store room and meet in the garage.
He paced back and forth in front of his Packard. Slowly the men began to fill in the garage. Many came toting Tommys or shotguns. He told Sonny to bring the crate forward and put it on the table. The men sat there with their weapons and stared at him. Sonny opened the crate and he walked towards it. He lifted out something that looked like a very round pear. Some of his men mouthed the word: grenade. He told the men to come forward and take two a piece. Being as powerful as he was, he had some very good contacts inside the military. They would sell him surplus stock every now and again.
They all loaded up into different cars, all headed to the Bianchi’s territory. The city would burn tonight.
