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While I was behind bars for those 3 years Rose was watched by one of my crew at all times. I knew that she'd figure that someone was watching her at all times and even if she wanted to cheat on me she'd be too afraid that it would get back to me real quick and there would be a heavy price to pay. One of her old boyfriends Jimmy Rizzo always flirted with her whenever she was out and I wasn't there. When word got back to be I'd always beat the shit out of Jimmy and take whatever money and valuables he had on him at the time. Over the years I must have taken $5 or $6 K from him and at least 3 Rolexes. Jimmy was always a slow learner so I knew that one day I'd have to make him disappear and put an end to his stubborn bullshit once and for all. Well that day was now upon us. As soon as I was released on parole I sent the whole families crews out to find him. He wasn't as smart as he thought he was and everyone but him knew it.
It turned out that Jimmy was seen with my wife out on the town a couple of times doing some dirty dancing and kissing. She knew that I found out about it and she was scared shitless and hiding across the river in Jersey. I had friends everywhere who were only too happy to do me a few favors knowing that I'd pay them back in kind always. A couple of hookers from Newark knew Rose and they both called guys on my crew with the information. I made sure each girl got a nice $500.00 reward each and were invited to join my stable of girls in Manhattan. They'd make 2 or 3 times what they made in Jersey and the Johns were a better class. No more walking the streets either. My girls had a nice brownstone in Hells Kitchen to stay in and work out of. They'd see doctors every other week and be tested for STS's at those times. I always treated them right, with good food and top shelf liquor but never any drugs. Those were forbidden and if any girl was caught with drugs they were out immediately so most were smart enough not to kill the golden goose.
I put eyes on Rose immediately and told them that I wanted to know where she was at all times, who she was with and what she was doing. I wanted to know when she took a shit as well as every other detail until I could get my hands on her. We found Jimmy a few days later hiding in a dump in The Village. He looked pretty rough, even before I got my hands on him. I had him tied and hung upside down by his ankles in a warehouse we owned in The Bronx. There was no one there anymore. I used it as a trans shipment for stolen goods that were being sold outside of NY. Nothing really stayed there very long, it was in and out and the profits would rack up. Jimmy would be there a little longer that most other shit that passed through those doors. I had a nice big powerful woodchipper brought in so when we dismembered him we could easily grind up the pieces right there and dump them into 55 gallon drums to be sent to the dump. Soon, Jimmy wouldn't be a problem any more, not to me and not to anyone because Jimmy would be no more!
When I got there he was already beaten and bloody. I could tell that they broke several ribs, both elbows and his shoulders weren't looking very good either. I wanted to smash his balls and then cut his dick off shoving it down his throat. He'd be awake for most of the torture he'd be getting and it would be at my hands. I couldn't wait to hear him scream and cry out in agony. I'd make sure he knew exactly who was doing this to him and why. That would make the party even more fun for me and my crew. He knew right now that his time on earth wasn't all that long and he'd know exactly why. I was swinging an aluminum baseball bat and was wearing brass knuckles too. I said hello Jimmy, so glad that I'm the one who will be ending your miserable life tonight and not some stranger. With that statement I swung the bat and hit him hard on his right ribcage. He cried out in pain and I told him to shut the fuck up! I hit him again right in the same place and this time I heard bones cracking and the bleeding started dripping from under his shirt and onto my clean floor so I swung at the other side of his ribcage hearing bones crack there.
He was having a hard time breathing now and i thought he might pass out so I told one of my guys to give him a great big sniff of smelling salts and keep him awake for me. I told them that half the fun of beating him to death was knowing and hearing him cry out in pain with every swing of the bat. Everyone was laughing at the joke I just made. It was funny but also I was very serious too. I wanted him to suffer agony and for as long as possible too. I was also laughing as I slammed the butt end into his balls several times hearing him scream out in pain. I took out a 12" K-Bar knife and began sticking it into his body all over. None of the stabs were deep enough or directly into any vital organs so it wouldn't kill him, just make him suffer. I told one of my guys to unzip his pants and get his ting dick out so I could cut it off and shove it down his throat. Now good old Jimmy was begging and pleading with me not to cut his dick off. He apologized for chasing Rose around when he knew she was my wife and that he'd leave town forever and never talk to her again.
Now everybody was laughing at that dumb statement from old asshole Jimmy because when I explained it to him by saying that I knew he'd never talk to her again because he'd be dead soon so he'd never talk to anyone ever again. I just loved seeing a chicken shit asshole cry like a baby. Especially when he knew that he deserved exactly what he was about to get. I put on latex gloves and stuck that sharp knife directly into his ball sack splitting it into 2. One testicle was leaking out and the other was already smashed beyond repair. I decided to slit the one nut that was slipping out and cut it into 2 pieces. He screamed in pain and we all laughed. When both balls fell to the floor I just stepped on them smashing them into a bloody pile of dirty flesh. Then, very slowly I began lopping his dick off at the base. When it finally freed up and fell to the floor I stomped on it turning it into bloody mush. My guys were laughing their asses off as 2 of them swept up his bloody dick and balls so I could shove them down his throat. He had to get smelling salts 3 different times in order to keep him awake and in severe pain for as long as possible.
I decided to cut his tongue off too so he could feel what it's like not being able to speak before he died. He was a bloody mangled mess and probably in the most intense pain that anyone has ever felt. The thought of that made me very happy and fulfilled. I decided that we'd start chopping him into pieces now. Before long he bled out in agony the whole time. I wanted to make an example of him and to show other disrespectful assholes what happens when they fuck the wife of a Capo in this family. I trusted my men but I knew they couldn't resist the desire to brag to other made men in other families. This kind of a thing was good to have happen every few years. It was a reminder of our rules and proper respect that must be displayed at all times to other wise guys. I know that in my crew if anyone ever fucked another made members wife, girlfriend or daughter there would be hell to pay from me. No one would ever get away with any kind of shit like that as long as I was a boss.
The next move was to have my wife, Rose brought back to Manhattan to be dealt with by me. I knew she'd be so scared that she'd probably piss herself several times on the way back here. she'd be afraid that I'd do to her what I did to Jimmy. She might have been right too except for the fact that we had children together. I'd never kill the kids mother but I would fuck her up real good. When they took away what was left of good old Jimmy to dump way out in the Atlantic Ocean, that left me to deal with Rose's betrayal. When they brought her in to see me at the warehouse she knew she was in deep trouble. There was no way for her to talk herself out of this mess and she now knew it. Through the tears and bellowing I heard a few words clearly, I'm sorry, I didn't love him, or even like him, it was just sex and meant nothing to her and it was me she loved. You know all those trite cliche's cheaters excuses that they all tried getting away with when they were caught. All I said was that she'd never be allowed in my house again and that I'd ship her shit anywhere she said to but we were through. I said she could divorce me and find someone else to cheat on but I didn't think that would ever happen for her again. I told her that I've already ruined her name around every Italian neighborhood in NYC and Jersey. I told her she'd need a job to support herself because I wouldn't pay her to fuck other guys and the kids were staying with me. With that I told her to get out.
I got up and left through the side door, got into my car and went home. I didn't know where Rose would go and I didn't care either. I already had a long time girlfriend who I loved very much so I moved her into my house the very next day and the kids started calling her mama. She was a gorgeous blond from Northern Italy, a great cook and wonderful lover who kept me happier than Rose ever could. Rose never divorced me and I couldn't have been bothered to waste my time so we stayed married, even though we hardly ever saw each other again. She was never welcomed in my home, at any family gatherings, her kids weddings or any other family get togethers. It was as if she dried up and blew away because she disappeared from everything the family ever did, even her side of the family. I never hit Rose but I never forgave her either. My kids said she was a shell of her former self, has spent many months confined to mental hospitals and lots of time in counseling and in therapy. I never concerned myself to any of it.
My oldest daughter asked me if I'd meet with her mother once. She said she was dying and wanted to properly apologize to me for her behavior all those years ago. I said it wasn't necessary and that I didn't need to hear any more of her lies. I told my daughter that I've heard all the bullshit before and there was nothing anyone could do to change the past so I'd rather not see her mother ever again. I said I was sorry if she was dying but I had nothing to do with any off that. I didn't kill her or even make her sick and there was nothing I could do to cure her either. She was disappointed by my hardcore attitude but deep down I knew that she really understood. My kids and I have talked about fidelity hundreds of times before and they all understand that cheating was never acceptable, never.
Sure enough, my wife died a few months later leaving me a box full of hand written letters. I never read any of them all the way through. They all seemed self serving and another selfish thing that she just had to do. Rose was never like that during our early years together but as time passed that's exactly how she became. I don't know if she really believed her own bullshit or was just that greedy and stupid. It got to the point when I just stopped caring anymore. It no longer mattered why she cheated, what mattered was that she did it and saw nothing wrong with doing so. I just stopped caring anymore. After the funeral everyone went to her parents house. Everyone except me and my kids. I didn't feel welcome there anymore and my kids wanted to support me. We all went out to have a big brunch and talk of better times.
