Fae and Gabby 2: Return of The Walkers

Chapter 6

The next day, a white Mercedes-Benz drove in a middle of a parking lot behind an abandoned factory in a distance near a black Toyota Land Cruiser. Coming out of the Mercedes-Benz was Ed Wuncler II and his father, Ed Wuncler. Coming out of the Toyota Land Cruiser was a foreign man wearing a button down dress shirt with white collar, black double breasted pinstriped suit jacket with narrow lapels, black dress pants, a black Panama hat, suspenders, black and white spectator shoes, and a red tie.

They walked towards each other, giving a good distance in front of each other. Eddie was the first to speak.

"Arturo." Arturo put his hand up. "Please...call me Art-Walk," he responded in a thick Italian-Brooklyn accent, "You Ed Wuncler?" "Ed Wuncler II, but please...call me Eddie," Eddie told him, "This is my father, Ed Wuncler." Mr. Wuncler shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Art-Walk." "No mister. Just Art-Walk, because just like the name, I'm a moving masterpiece," Arturo said, "Now I believe you wanted to talk business with me."

"I like your attitude, Art-Walk. Going straight to business," Eddie complimented. Arturo scoffed. "Why wouldn't I? You've pretty much had your goons to kidnapped me and forced me to come to...what do you call this place...Oakcrest?" "Woodcrest and I apologize for the inconvenience, but we just need a little proposition from you," Eddie said. "I'm listening."

"What we need is to sell some of these precious items here in Woodcrest," Mr. Wuncler explained. Arturo smirked. "Oh...those precious items...well, I could understand your reasons for selling them, but what do I have to do with any of it?" he questioned. "You're kidding, right?" Eddie asked, "Art-Walk, everyone knows you as the infamous mobster in Italy. You must got some good items we can purchased."

Arturo thought for a moment. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Let's say if I do...which I probably don't...what's in it for me?" he asked. "I knew this was going to come down to this," Mr. Wuncler said. "Well, if you let us use these drugs as profit, we'll split you the dough. Let's say you have twenty percent of it?" Eddie offered.

Arturo scoffed. "Twenty percent? Hell no!" "Fine. Thirty percent?" Mr. Wuncler suggested. Arturo rolled his eyes. "What kind of fool do y'all take me for, Wunclers? If you serious about my items, I suggest you raise that percentage up. I was thinking more...fifty/fifty," he said. "Ha! And you think we'll give you that type of percent? Keep dreaming-" "Deal."

Mr. Wuncler looked at Eddie dumbfounded. "Eddie, what are you doing?" he asked. "Excuse me, Art-Walk. I need to discuss this with my father," Eddie said. The two Wunclers walked far away from Arturo. "Pops, you need to trust me on this," Eddie reasoned. "Why would you give him half the money? I don't want to be sharing with no immigrant gangster," Mr. Wuncler complained. "That's why we ain't."

Mr. Wuncler looked confused. "What do you mean?" "Pops, I'm not going to share the money with that guy. Look, Art-Walk is a notorious gangster in Rome. The law always want to throw him in the slammer, but because he got great connection, he can walk on this Earth free as he please. If he tries to start some trouble with us about this sharing bullshit, we can frame him that he was the one selling these drugs. Hell, with our word against his, he can go to jail with a blink of an eye and all the money is ours."

Mr. Wuncler smirked. "You got this all figure out, huh?" "It's like icing on a cake, Pops. He ain't getting a dime. However, if we want those items, we gotta say all the words he wants to hear. Ya with me?" Mr. Wuncler shrugged. "What the hell? Seems legit to me."

The Wunclers walked back to Arturo. "Well? We have a deal?" he asked. Eddie smirked as he put out his hand. "Art-Walk, welcome to the business." Arturo shook his hand. "Glad you see it my way. Now, the items are placed in Italy. You got some guys to go get it? I'm telling ya. The drugs are real strong," he warned.