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might occur when his spirit was found. But, like the devoted wife, she said nothing, providing comfort to her mother-in-law who rolled her beads in faith. Comfort and nurture every fucking body is what Selange must do. Keep a poker face is what mob people master. Ironic, she'd learned from the best. Alfonzo was the most duplicitous, because he continued to deceive the wife who loved him by withholding information. Share what happened in a confession to a wife is all she wanted in order to find a measure of peace. But lie by omission was her husband’s course of action although Selange suspected the truth.
    “Bastado!”
    Selange hiccupped as she reached for another bottle. She became woozy and experienced a carousel affect that caused her to close her eyes because she wanted to get off the ride.
    “Shanda…sister-friend…what do I do now…huh…your dying wasn’t in our plan?”
    Her eyes opened and drunken tears turned into a flood. Then sadness met anger; she shook the immovable rack and only moved herself. “Give her back…you’re so powerful…prove it…right now…prove you can raise the dead!” she screamed. “I miss her…don’t you get it…am I cursed…is it me you really want but seek to torture…well come on and strike me but please…oh please stop killing my family and friends!”
    Nobody answered.
    She hiccupped.
    Typical.
    Nobody responds when called to answer for their deeds.
    Why?
    Because nobody wants to acknowledge their wickedness!
    Another hiccup and a few minutes later, she spotted a pretty bottle with a screw off cap.
    Good.
    Twist…twist…and one hard twist later, the top was off and to her lips the bottle went. Low…shit…down and dirty was the goal.
    A hiccup and then the cylindrical glass w ent back to her dry lips in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. Selange missed the hell out of Shanda and now she had to deal with Alfonzo's brutality against family.
    Guzzle.
    To Brooklyn.
    To Shanda.
    And to every corpse scattered at her feet.
    Selange wasn’t aware Anita listened at the top of the stairs, or the worry which prompted an urgent call to Alfonzo to beckon him home. When Alfonzo arrived he was angry. Thank goodness the children were out with Jessica.
    “Where is she Anita?” Alfonzo asked while yanking off his jacket, not caring where he tossed the garment.
    Anita didn’t like his tone. Perhaps it was unwise to have called Alfonzo but the sentiment came too late.
    Alfonzo waited for the woman to finish wringing her hands. That eyebrow was a razor line to match his sharp temper. The distress in Anita’s voice took him out of an important meeting to deal with a priority at home. He was worried about Giuseppe, anxious that his wife might go to jail and feeling like shit for lying with a straight face to everybody he loved. Only Giuseppe, Nico and Tony knew the truth and he wouldn’t have said shit to his brother but the man had guessed. Now, there was a hellfire of a mess brewing that he needed to cut off at the legs all because Domingo opened a door to bring in uninvited guests.
    Recently, the U.S. government's Eldorado agents discovered a new center of illegal operations, new, ha; they were late by years in discovering The Cocaine Triangle. The three major players were the Colombian drug barons, Israeli-Jewish money launderers and Jewish-Russian Mafiosi. The Colombians funneled drug money, the Israelis laundered it and the Russian Mafiosi provided the security and muscle. The Italian families in the trade stayed low key, that's how they evaded detection until Domingo's treachery revealed their involvement. Guilty by association, that’s how it is when a dumb cousin of a Mafioso is caught on tape with an Israeli under surveillance for money laundering and drug trafficking. The guy turned up dead only days after Domingo's demise. The agents trained their lens on the Red Mafiya and now La Costra Nostra. The investigation widened. The Cocaine Triangle had now become a