Olivetti: Inception

by Tamilore Odimayo

  “Haven’t you guys done enough?” Purio asked.

  “Enough? Two little girls are fatherless because of you. What did they do to deserve it?” Georgie asked angrily.

  “Look! I told your nephew what he needed to hear,” Purio said.

  “What nephew?” Georgie Olivetti asked in surprise. Purio looked at Don Olivetti and then Georgie.

  “Oh I guess not everyone is entitled to the info,” Purio replied with humor in his tone. Georgie glanced at Don Olivetti. Both looked like they were communicating without speaking. Finally, Don Olivetti broke the silence.

  “Give me your piece,” Don Olivetti said. His guard handed him a 9mm as quickly as possible, with a smile on his face.

  “I’m going to count to three and I’m expecting you to tell me everything I want to hear or I’ll make you swallow all these bullets,” Don Olivetti said as he unloaded the gun and began to remove the bullets one at a time. The guard held Purio’s face up and forced him to open his mouth.

  “What’s it going to be? Swallow bullets filled with gun powder or talk?” Don Olivetti said. Purio hesitated.

  “One. Two. Three,”

  “Alright! Okay! I’m going to talk! Sanchez is planning on popping a bullet in every Olivetti’s head at your old lady’s funeral,” Purio yelled out.

  “What! Mom isn’t even dead,” Georgie said.

  “Not yet! Whatever Mister Puccini poisoned her with will kill her slowly. No matter how long it takes, she’s going to die soon and they plan to kill you all at the funeral. Including the women and children,” Purio replied.

  Don Olivetti became uneasy and uncomfortable. He paced around then signaled his men to hit Purio. Purio gave out a loud cry. He tried to struggle, but the cement pierced through his skin.

  “You know what? You don’t deserve to die. No! That’s too easy for you!” Georgie said in anger as he tried to keep his hands in his pocket. Every inch of his body wanted to hit Purio.

  “I’ll help! I’ll help you kill Don Sanchez, I swear. If you spear my life and release me from this! I swear!” Purio said.

  Don Olivetti sighed, undisturbed by his cries. “I still need to know how to pay the Sanchez family back,”

  “They trust me. They’ll never know what’s coming for them. I swear, I’ll get you their heads,” Purio said out loud.

  “I knew it was useless coming here! How do you expect me to trust someone who is about to turn against his own boss? I don’t know how dumb you think we are, but obviously you underestimate us,” Don Olivetti said as he walked away.

  “Please kill me! Don’t leave me,” Purio yelled as Daniel and Georgie walked out of the warehouse.

  “What the heck was he talking about back there? What nephew?” Georgie asked.

  “He’s talking about Tom,” Don Olivetti said abruptly, expecting a shocked response from his brother.

  “What the heck are you thinking, Danny? We swore to keep the kids out of this! What’s going to happen when Walter finds out his kid is making your dangerous runs?” Georgie said in a low voice to prevent the guards from listening.

  “I was a hundred percent against this! But that kid Tom has some talent. He reminds me of our father!” Don Olivetti said with passion in his voice. Georgie scoffed.

  “So your kids aren’t involved, but your brother’s kid is?” Georgie said, trying to play the “not fair” card.

  “Everyone in the family has a part to play and Tom happens to be good at this! You see what he did to that scumbag over there? That’s genius! None of us could have thought of that! Tom exhibits full potential! Now, if you want to go tell Walter, be my guest! But we don’t need war within the family right now. We need it outside the family! I’m not telling you to keep a secret from Walter; I’m just telling you to think things through before you act! That man, in the cement barrel, put two bullets in Walter’s leg. That’s Tom’s vendetta. Think about it!” Don Olivetti replied as he got into the backseat of his vehicle and shut the door. Georgie stormed into his own car, in a state of anger and disapproval.

  31

  Donna walked into the living room dressed in nothing but a t-shirt. “When are you going to let him know that you have his baby?” Donna’s mom asked. She smiled at her grandson as she rocked him on her arms from side to side. Donna sat on the living room sofa. She was obviously distressed. She flipped through the multiple channels without acknowledging her mother’s presence.

  Delivering the baby was more painful than she had thought. The dawn of motherhood hadn’t set up on her. Her obsession with Tom Olivetti had increased her symptoms of manic depression. She had called Tom multiple times, but his butler kept giving excuses.

  Initially, she thought of suing Tom for child support, but she loved him too much to think of putting him through such pain.

  She covered herself with an old blanket her mother gave her, ignoring her mother’s question. She stared blankly at the television as her mind wondered off to the night she spent with Tom Olivetti, the man of her dreams.

  It wasn’t exactly what she expected. She practically had to date rape him, but it was better than watching him walk by on the hallways of school without noticing her. Initially, the guilt of having sex with him without his consent killed her, but now, it didn’t bother her. The more she thought about it, the more she justified her actions. She remembered Tom’s secrets.

  “He must really love me to have told me all about his family secrets. I’ll give him some time. It’s probably too much for him to handle at the moment,” She thought to herself.

  Just then, Donna’s mother walked to the sofa with Donna’s baby in her arms.

  “Why aren’t you talking to me?” Donna’s mother said with sadness in her eyes. She was a single mother in a low income household. Her new grandson was the only way out of poverty.

  “Leave me alone, mom,” Donna replied, covering her face with the blanket.

  “You should at least tell me who the father is so we can handle this in the civil court,” Donna’s mother replied.

  “I’m watching TV mom! Plus I’m still in pain, so I don’t need this right now,” Donna replied.

  “You have some guts! You bring a child, without a father, into this world and you expect me to sit down and take care of the mess you created? You should at least take responsibility for your actions,” Donna’s mother yelled.

  “Don’t wake the baby up, mom! I don’t want him crying all night again!” Donna replied.

  Donna’s mother sighed. Talking to her daughter was futile. All her daughter needed was help. All she needed to do was prove Tom was the father of her grandson.

  “Sweetie, I know you are going through a lot. Whatever it is, you can tell me,” Donna’s mother said, in compassion as she took her baby to its crib.

  “Your sisters are coming by tomorrow to see the baby. Maybe you can talk to them since you don’t want to talk to me,” Donna’s mother added as she walked away.

  “Tom, are you sure you want to go in?” Dean asked. They had seen too much danger in the past forty hours. He wasn’t willing to add more to it. “Yes of course. There’s no way I’m letting her spend another day there with that psycho,” Tom replied as he placed his gun into the rim of his pants. He wore his jacket to cover it up.

  “We can handle this boss. You don’t have to go in. We’ve got it covered,” Sylvester said, signaling to Tom’s other body guards.

  Tom ignored them both, opened the door of his car and walked through the entrance of Roosevelt hotel.

  “Good day, sir!” the hotel guard said with a smile. His read uniform wasn’t ironed and his breath smelled of cigarettes. Tom ignored him. Dean and Sylvester ran behind Tom like kids chasing an ice cream truck.

  “Hold on Tom!” Dean said as he grabbed Tom’s arm. “You don’t expect to just walk in, do you?” Dean said.

  “Why not?” Tom asked with a smile on his face. Dean was terrified. It was his job to protect Tom and it felt like Tom was walking into a room full of ti
cking time bombs.

  “Hi! Please, my girlfriend is in room 1204 and I’ll like a key please,” Tom said to the man at the front desk. His annoying moustache did the exact opposite of his intention. He looked more creepy than eloquent.

  “Okay let me give her a call to inform her first,” the man said in a fake European accent. Tom scoffed slightly.

  “No! No! Uhm it’s a surprise. I don’t want her to know I’m coming,” Tom lied.

  “I’m sorry sir, it’s against hotel policy,” the man replied. “We can’t do anything about hotel Policy, right!?” Tom said as he brought out three hundred dollar bills. The man behind the desk smiled.

  “Those can’t even buy flowers for your girlfriend,” the man said. Tom sighed then dropped four “hundred dollar bills’ on the table. The man brought out a yellow envelope containing a key card immediately. Room 1204 was written on it.

  “I’ll put a do not disturb sign on your door Mister…” the man said with a wide grin.

  “Olivetti—Tom Olivetti,” Tom replied then made his way to the elevator.

  Nina walked out of the bathroom. She was dressed in the Jeans, a t-shirt and the converse sneakers Roberto Puccini gave her. She realized she had to cooperate till she found an alternate escape plan. She glanced at the corner of the room. Hotel room service had delivered dinner.

  “I’m guessing this is for me,” Nina said as she walked to the table full of food. Roberto Puccini nodded without saying a word. She sighed in frustration.

  “I ordered everything good on the menu because I didn’t know what you’d like,” Roberto Puccini replied. Nina looked at all the choices she had.

  “Next time, a classic chicken sandwich will do,” She said with a smile. Roberto Puccini returned a smirk to her.

  “So, you don’t want me dead, obviously. It also doesn’t look like you’re keeping me here to be your sex slave. So, what do you want?” she asked as she took a bite of a chicken wing. It was tangy and sweet and well needed after twenty-four hours of starvation.

  Roberto Puccini smiled again without saying a word. Just then, his phone rang. Nina took a gulp of orange juice then took another bite of her wing.

  “He’s here? Okay. Show me the surveillance cameras,” Roberto Puccini said then hung up.

  “What!? Who is here?” Nina yelled, startled.

  Roberto switched the application on his smartphone. It popped up. He could see Tom and some other men in trench coats, in the elevator. He quickly dialed a number. Nina grabbed a knife then slipped it into her back pocket.

  “He’s here, boss. You should be on your way as soon as possible!” Roberto Puccini said. Nina realized her kidnapper didn’t kidnap her for ransom. She was bait to capture and kill Tom.

  32

  Walterwalked out of his car. He was visibly distraught and anxious about who he was about to see. He hadn’t seen her in years and he knew there’d be mixed feelings. He had received a call from her, earlier. She sounded reluctant and angry, after many years of being ignored.

  She was his first and perhaps, his only love. They had planned on getting married after graduating college, but things didn’t go according to plan. There was mob war so intense; it affected their relationship in multiple ways.

  Don Cruccifixo broke the relationship between Walter and his daughter, Catherine. As a symbol of truce, he forced his daughter to marry Billy de Sanchez, son of Don Sanchez, heir to the Cartels.

  Walter had planned to meet Catherine Sanchez at a hotel room. It was a surreal location to meet the only love of his life. He was still married and knew the temptations that could occur. However, the hotel room was the only private place they could meet.

  “Welcome to Roosevelt Hotel!” the man at the front desk said with a bright smile on his face. He had just made seven hundred dollars from the last person who visited. It was his lucky day.

  “Catherine Sanchez, please,” Walter said to the man at the front desk.

  “And whom may I say it is?” the man asked. “Walter…Walter Olivetti,” Walter replied impatiently.

  “She has been expecting you,” the man said, as he handed Walter a key card to Room 1208.

  “Thank you!” Walter said as he grabbed the key card from the man. He walked to the elevator with his body guards behind him. The whole situation felt strange. Two Olivettis in one day. It didn’t feel right and the men following him didn’t look too friendly.

  “No puedo esperar para matar a los italianos,” Billy Sanchez said. His words were succinct, brief and with clear intent. He couldn’t wait to kill the Italians. Billy Sanchez scoffed as he grabbed his machine guns. He had another chance to kill an Olivetti. This time, it was Walter and his son— a kill that’ll give him utmost pleasure.

  Walter had robbed him of a true relationship with his wife, Catherine Cruccifixo. She only ever loved one man and that one man was Walter. It made him bitter, not jealous. His need to possess and acquire assets made it difficult to treat his wife like a diamond. She was his punching bag and he loved to act out his frustration and insecurities on her.

  “Vamos!” he said to his guards as they hurried through the back alley door. They made their way through the kitchen, then through the laundry department of the Roosevelt hotel. They decided to take the stairs to avoid the cameras.

  His plan was magnificent. He couldn’t wait to see the look in Walter’s eyes. His beloved wife was delighted to lead Walter into Billy’s hands to avenge Pablo’s death. He wanted Walter to feel the pain of the loss of a son. At last, his thirst will be half satisfied by the end of the day.

  “Thanks, Jack! You did a good job on this one!” Don Olivetti said as he hung up the phone.

  “Quick! Gather as many men as possible and take me to the Roosevelt hotel!” Don Olivetti said.

  “We need to be there, right now. Tommy’s life depends on it,” Don Olivetti added. He had just gotten information from Jack and Don Cruccifixo about a loop hole to kill a Sanchez.

  “Sir, there’s traffic all over town,” one of Don Olivetti’s trusted guard said.

  “Then we’ll use my helicopter! I need to be at Roosevelt hotel!” Don Olivetti said as he wore his jacket and ran through the door.

  Tom arrived on Roosevelt hotel’s twelfth floor, with his guards. Two guards walked ahead of him with their guns ready, but not visible. Dean and Sylvester walked by his side and two others walked behind him.

  “Remember, this guy is very dangerous! Don’t under estimate him,” Dean warned.

  “Whatever you do, protect the girl. I don’t want her blood on my hands,” Tom said as he clicked his gun’s safety. He handed the key card to Dean as they arrived at room 1204. Tom stood by the side, just in case Roberto Puccini planned to shoot. The door handle turned green. Dean kicked the door open. The room was empty.

  “Where’s the girl!?” Dean yelled as he moved into the room. Tom moved passed Dean with his gun pointed out. He realized he had been tricked. They checked the bathroom, but it was clear. The room was untouched. No one had been in that Room. “He lied!” Tom yelled, frustrated.

  Dean scouted the room for clues that could lead to Nina or Roberto Puccini. There was a small business card under the remote control. Dean grabbed it. He flipped it.

  “Cheaper isn’t always better, watch out,” Dean read out loud. Tom smiled.

  “They’re not here,” Tom said. He understood what the card meant.

  “Roberto Puccini is too smart to give the exact room location to Purio Maccuzo,” he added. “They’re on the penthouse suite!” Tom said as he rushed out. The others followed behind, frustrated with the mystery and Tom’s incessant addiction to danger.

  Roberto Puccini was distraught. He readjusted his surveillance app. Another Olivetti was in the building. It wasn’t what he had planned. There was a bigger agenda, but like always, he was prepared.

  “This isn’t going to end well,” he mumbled beneath his voice.

  Nina turned towards him, alarmed. She dropped her fries on the tab
le. There were so many options and she hated to waste food. “What’s happening?” she asked as she got up from the table.

  Roberto Puccini ignored her. He scouted the windows of the luxury suite then glanced at his phone once more. He sighed. He dropped his phone on the beige couch, as calmly as possible then brought out his gun from his left shoulder holster.

  He put a silencer on it then placed it on the table were the food was. He did the same thing with another gun her removed from his right shoulder holster. He walked back to the sofa he was sitting on to grab his gloves.

  Nina eyed the guns on the table, but dared not touch it. She watched him wear his gloves, calmly. He took another look at Nina and could understand why Tom was willing to risk his life to save hers. She was more beautiful than words could describe. She looked like she wasn’t born on earth.

  “Don’t do anything stupid!” Roberto Puccini said in a low voice as he adjusted his suite. “We’re all going to have a little talk. This shouldn’t end badly,” Roberto Puccini added.

  “Talk with whom?” Nina asked. “Tom?” She added after five seconds of no response.

  Roberto Puccini ignored her questions once more. She walked up to him, only inches from his face.

  “Look, I have a feeling I’m going to die today. So please, tell me what is going on,” Nina Owen added. Roberto Puccini sighed.

  “No one has to die today. I wasn’t instructed to kill anyone,” Roberto Puccini said to calm Nina’s nerves.

  “Then what are we doing here?” Nina asked. Roberto ignored her then took a second look at the surveillance cameras, on his phone.

  “Smart kid, he figured it out. He’s almost here!” he said as he grabbed both his guns then pulled Nina to his side.