“I know and the family appreciates all you’ve done this far but we have a few more requests we need you to make happen.”
“I can’t do shit about his transfer, the Bureau of Prisons controls where he goes and because he’s ill, they are carting him to a medical facility.”
I knew all about that. What Valez didn’t know was we took care of that too. The Bureau had changed the location of Vic’s transfer, dragging his ass further away from New York and not to the prison that the G-Man was in. Good ol’ Riggs came through again, tampering with G-Man’s medical records and diagnosing the motherfucker with testicular cancer, placing him in the same prison as the Vic.
“It’s not about the transfer,” I explain. “Vic will be in Otisville until the end of the week and we intend to get our money’s worth out of you.”
“Do as he says motherfucker. I’ve got a man sitting on your whore’s doorstep and another one hiding in the bushes of your home, spying on your wife as she showers,” Riggs threatens.
“What do you want?” Valez growls.
“For starters, you’re going to reinstate Vic’s phone privileges. He’ll be allowed to call his wife as much as he wants until he gets on that bus,” I begin.
“Fine,” he hisses.
“I’m not finished,” I sneer as Riggs bends down, inching the tip of his gun against Valez’s mouth.
“No more interruptions, asshole,” Riggs reprimands.
“As I was saying, his daughters will visit him, the last time they see their father won’t be in a crowded visitor’s room with every Tom, Dick and Harry doing time watching them say goodbye. You’ll provide a private room for their final visits. You can keep a CO in the room with them but they’ll be allowed to touch their father, hold his goddamn hand if they want to. Same goes for his wife, when Mrs. Pastore comes up to say goodbye to her husband she’ll get the same respect,” I instruct.
“Anything else?”
“A priest.”
“He’ll be given his final rights when he’s transferred,” Valez says.
“Get the man a priest or so help me God…,” Riggs grunts.
“We want the priest present when the daughters come to visit,” I say, not really sure where the fuck I was going with this since it was Mike’s idea. I can’t imagine any kind of good coming from the girls being there when Vic is read his last rights.
“Fine,” he agrees.
Reaching into Valez’s jacket, I pat him down, searching for his phone. I pull it out of his jacket pocket and hand it to him.
“Call the prison, Valez,” I order, pausing for a moment. “Now.” He stares at the phone in my hand momentarily.
“Well, he didn’t fucking stutter,” Riggs growls. I watch intently as Valez reaches for the phone.
‘Thatta boy.
I’ve still got it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Adrianna and Anthony went through the metal detectors first. My sister was a pro, all the visits she paid Anthony had taught her well, she didn’t even flinch when the female correction officer patted her down. This morning she called me and reminded me to wear a sports bra, anything with an underwire would set the detectors off and I’d either be forced to remove my bra or denied my final visit with my dad.
Still, even with the helpful tips from my sister and the few visits I had under my belt I felt like a fish out of water. I was ashamed to say I wouldn’t miss this and only because no more visits meant not seeing my dad anymore.
I lift my hands, spread them wide to match the way my legs are parted and stare at my sister as the officer pats me down, checking for any weapons or contraband. I roll my eyes, chewing on my bottom lip as the bitch pats down my ass.
“These people don’t know Daddy, huh?” I question my sister, averting my eyes to the guard with lingering hands. Bitch, I don’t roll that way. “Newsflash, Officer Feel Me Up, if I was going to sneak anything to my dad it would be a Soppressata and you wouldn’t be able to find it unless you had an x-ray machine handy,” I sneer, dropping my hands before I smugly walk through the metal detector.
“Be sure to tell your dad that,” Anthony says, tugging my ponytail. “He’ll get a kick out of that,” he teases, winking his crystal blue eyes.
I grab my sister’s hand as Mikey makes his way through the metal detector, snatching his father’s watch they made him remove from the basket and fastening it back on his wrist.
Adrianna squeezes my hand reassuringly as we are ushered through a series of fire safe doors, handed off to one guard after another before a big burly man dressed in a suit that was clearly three sizes too small in the waist, greets us at the end of long narrow hallway.
“Where the fuck are they taking us?” I whisper to my sister as I stare at the man who is locking eyes with Anthony.