Author's Notes: This is the dark world of Vinnie Costello, a 36-year-old lawyer and entrepreneur who was born into a Mafia family. There will be other stories of Vinnie and the other inhabitants of Vinnie's World. Each story is stand alone, i.e, it's a series, not a serial, but they're best read in order. E.Z.
Let me explain how it is in Vinnie's World. We're a savage tribe living in a land with other savage tribes. We don't start wars. We follow certain maxims: live and let live; to each his own; don't stick your nose in someone else's business. But sometimes other people don't follow those rules.
That's when we act because there is one maxim we never follow: turn the other cheek. We defend each other and our possessions. Our most precious possessions are our women, and we guard them at all costs.
I don't want to hear that women aren't possessions. Claudia tells me that all the time, and she's my baby sister so she talks to me in a way I won't tolerate from you. I'll tell you something else. The women love it. The few that don't love it leave my world for yours. That's fine. More women leave your world for mine because they like the way we treat them.
The point is we don't let an intrusion go unpunished. We don't let a wrong go unrighted, not even when the wrong is by one of the white picket fence types who doesn't realize he's committed a cardinal sin.
Sonya Simpson was a nineteen-year-old, wild, sexy, beautiful slut introduced to me by my favorite madam, who asked me to be her first professional trick. One of those she fucked before I met her was Herbert Brooks, her high school teacher. I decided to take Sonya as my woman. She'd been my woman for thirteen months before she accidentally ran across Herbert. He knew she'd been a cokehead in high school, but didn't know she'd dried out. He seduced her with the white shit and fucked her.
Herbert Brooks committed a cardinal sin when he fucked Sonya. I don't mean when he fucked her when she was his student. I mean when he fucked her when she belonged to me.
You do understand the difference, don't you?
Sonya understood, but she fucked up. I involuntarily enrolled her in a convent operated by a special order of nuns devoted to education and serving the church hierarchy. They'll educate her in the ways a woman should be.
Whether Herbert Brooks didn't know or didn't understand made no difference. He had to pay the price. Only then could I close the book on Sonya Simpson.
Since Herbie taught at Our Lady Catholic High School, before I punished him I had to talk to Sister Mary Katherine, or Kate as I call her. She's the principal at OLC and we go back a long way.
Five years my senior, Kate is a tall, strong, feminine woman. That size and physical strength adds to her attractiveness in my book. At six feet tall and one hundred seventy pounds, she's a hell of a package.
In another era, Kate would've run a corporation or been the city's leading dominatrix, but she was one of nine children from a poor Irish family. She became a nun, teacher, and administrator. She ran the school with an iron hand and the results were proof of the pudding. Parents begged to get their little darlings in OLC because they graduated prepared to meet the world.
"Kate, it's Vinnie. I need to talk to you," I said when she answered the phone.
"Hello, Vinnie. A call so soon? You must want Sonya back," she said with a chuckle.
"No. I don't even want to know how she's doing."
"What is it then?"
"I want to talk about one of your teachers. A piece of shit named Herbert Brooks."
"All right, but it'll cost you dinner."
"Just dinner? I remember you said something about being horny."
"I know I didn't use that word," she replied coquettishly.
"What word did you use?"
"I don't remember, but that word will do."
Mica, my driver and bodyguard, picked up Kate that evening in the limo and brought her back to The Sunset, where we ate in my quarters to avoid being seen. The restaurant catered, serving lobster tails and medallions of beef with fresh vegetables. Since it was Kate, I ordered a bottle of champagne.
She was dressed in a white, long-sleeved blouse and navy slacks rather than her habit. Her clothing was loose to give a hint rather than reveal her body. Kate liked her hair short and she didn't wear make-up. I liked the natural touch. It looked good on her.
After dinner was served and the first glass of champagne consumed, we got down to brass tacks.
"Tell me about Herbert Brooks," I said.
"He was the guy Sonya cheated with. You know how is it, Kate. I need to handle it."
"Did you know they were having sex when she was his student?"
"Yes, but that doesn't matter."
"He wasn't her first either."
"From what she told me, he was number fifty, give or take a few."
"If a girl's a slut, there's no reason a teacher shouldn't enjoy her."
"Does that go for the boys, too?"
"All boys are sluts, Vinnie. You know that." She laughed lasciviously. "I remember the first student I took for a ride. He was a big-cocked, overly serious Italian boy who was one hell of a lover."
"That boy remembers it, too. He remembers the sweet smells and tastes when he buried his face in your red pussy hair."
"Oh, my," she said. "I won't be able to think of anything else until you do that again."
"Yes, you will. Think about Herbie. Think about him giving her cocaine to get to her, because that's what the bastard did."
Kate's eyes narrowed and fire shot of out of them. The first time I'd seen that look, I was her student and I'd quaked.
"Are you sure, Vinnie? You know how I feel about drugs."
"I'm sure, Kate."
Kate didn't respond immediately and I didn't push her. We ate and passed small talk until she was ready to discuss him.
"Herbert's thirty-five," she began. "He's one of our best teachers. In fact, he was teacher of the year last year. The students love him." She cut a piece off the lobster tail. It was on the end of her fork when she waggled it at me. "The reason they love him is that he's positive and non-threatening. He's almost effeminate."
"Seriously?" I asked.
"You know the type. The boys think he's masculine so they're comfortable and talk to him. The girls think he's feminine or neutral so they don't feel threatened. They don't put up their guards like they do with the boys and they fall into his trap."
"Does he trap them?"
"He's as slick as snake oil, Vinnie. He reads them and picks the easy target. Then he works on her until she falls into his web." Kate's eyes burned into me. "Right now, he's working on Teresa," she said. She stuck the lobster in her mouth.
"Teresa Barton?" I asked in a neutral voice. My guts were boiling, but she didn't know that. I don't let others see what's going on inside me. I took a sip of champagne.
"Yes, Vinnie. Your Teresa."
Teresa Barton thinks she's the daughter of Phil and Lorena Barton. Lorena is the office manager at my law firm, Costello, Rao, Schwartz, and Moreno. And Lorena is one of my women. She comes to me when I call her and she always has. Teresa is my daughter, but she calls me Uncle Vinnie.
"Lorena told me Teresa is a sweet thing."
"She is, Vinnie, but her hormones are raging. I don't think Lorena realizes how sexually advanced she is."
"And Lorena told me you're watching out for her."
"I am, Vinnie. Why do you think I told you about Herbert?"
"That gives me something else to discuss with him." I sipped my champagne. Kate was still watching me like a hawk. "Tell me about his family," I said.
"He has a wife and two children. His wife's name is Lillian. She seems to be the stereotypical submissive wife."
"I am if you'll give me time," she retorted with a twinkle. "You've seen her kind, Vinnie. She does what he says when he says it, wears what he tells her to wear, thinks the way he tells her to think. So he has a good deal at home and he plays around. My guess is she doesn't know it, but she might be one of those that knows and chooses either to not to believe it or to not take any action."
"What else can you tell me about her?"
"She's small, maybe five feet tall and a hundred pounds. She's one of the more active parents in the school projects, but she refuses to chair a committee or anything like that. She's too shy."
"And the children?" I asked.
"Two. A girl named Heather who's fifteen. She's one of our students. Like her mother, she's shy, and I think she's still a virgin. It's hard to know."
"And the other child?"
"A boy named Terry. He's twelve, so he's too young for OLC. I don't know much about him."
"Anything else I need to know?"
Kate smiled knowingly. "I'll tell you how I'd do it if I were you."
"I was counting on that," I replied.
"Herbert's not a violent man. Faced with the threat of overwhelming violence, I think he'd crumble and do whatever you wanted." She held out her champagne glass and I refilled it. "And what you would want is his wife."
"She's his Achilles Heel. A loyal little wife and picture perfect home are his bedrock."
"How would you do her?" I asked.
"Strictly psychological. Fear of extreme violence from an overpowering man and no way out but submit to him should make her pliable as clay. I think you can supplant her husband as the man in her life."
.... There is more of this story ...