Revenge

Someone once said, "Revenge is a dish best served cold."

My mind wandered as I sat in the 24 hour dinner. I had been sitting in the booth near the window since 2:00am. It was now 5:00 am. My mind was turning over and over and I just couldn't sleep, so I sat in the dinner drinking coffee.

In my brief case was the private detective's report. It detailed all the times my loving wife had cheated on me in the last 6 months. It also contained video and 8x10 photos of these events..

It was a very thick folder

I was waiting for my lawyer's office to open; I had the first appointment of the day.

As I sat there, I thought about my life.

When I was 10 and my sister was 6, they took us out of class one afternoon. We were taken to the Principles' Office. There sat my Uncle Vito and his wife. Our mother and father had been killed in a traffic accident that morning. They were here to take us to their home.

My Uncle Vito and his wife were not really relatives of ours. Uncle Vito was actually my mother's god father, but he was all the relation we had. And he was making sure that my sister and I had a loving home to go to.

Actually Uncle Vito didn't have a home, he had an estate, but as a kid I didn't understand the difference. Uncle Vito's "house" was on 20 acres of lush grass in the best part of the county. There were barns with horses, a huge pool, guest house, and much more. The whole estate was surrounded by a huge wall. There even was a gate across the driveway with an armed guard. There were also armed guards walking the wall.

Uncle Vito liked his privacy.

I didn't know it then, but Uncle Vito was the head of one of the largest crime families in the US. Because of his security, rivals just couldn't get to him. But they did arrange for my mother's and father's accident. It was meant to be a message to him.

I found out later, there was a terrible price paid by attacking Vito's family. Within the next two years, everybody associated with that crime syndicate, and their friends and families disappeared. Uncle Vito had sent his return message. He annexed their "businesses".

My sister and I grew up in that wonderful home. We were surrounded by friends and family. We looked upon our cousins as if they were brothers and sisters. We were a family.

Once done with my schooling, I had an MBA, and I was working at a small company my uncle seemed to own, although I couldn't actually find any paperwork that indicated he did. One day he called me into his study, and asked me to do him a favor. It seems that he had been accessing my progress over the last few years and felt I was ready for more.

He had just come into "possession" of a small restaurant in the suburbs. He asked if I would like to learn the restaurant business because he wanted to turn it over to me. I wasn't a blood relative, he couldn't take me into the family businesses with my cousins, but he wanted to make sure I had something.

I said yes (one didn't turn down Uncle Vito). And my career as a restaurateur began.

It was an instant success, maybe because all of Vito's "friends" started eating there. But soon, it caught on with regular people and I was off and running.

One day a distant relative showed up with blue prints. It seemed that Uncle Vito wanted the size of the restaurant doubled by adding a large party room. Construction started the next day.

Remember what Uncle Vito wanted, Uncle Vito got. I guess I could have been put out by the way they just started building, without any of my input, but then I wasn't paying for anything either.

I just went with the flow.

Once the construction was finished and everything was progressing nicely, I got so busy that I couldn't think straight. The party room was very popular with my uncle and friends. The doors were thick, and the walls were sound proof. Sometimes he brought family and friends to dine there, including all the wives and children.

Other times there were just groups of very hard looking men behind those closed doors. They entered and left via the external entrance, which was designed to accommodate the arrival of wedding parties. Only these weren't wedding parties. They were some of the heads of the largest crime families in the US.

Whenever they showed up, my regular wait staff suddenly had the night off (with pay), and were replaced by hard men with bulges under their coats. My regular customers seemed not to notice the changes.

The only thing I noticed is that none of my regular customers would complain about anything those nights.

One night my uncle was entertaining another gentleman, from the west coast, and his family. They were as close to being friends as could be considering their occupations. One of my uncles' "associates" stopped me in the main restaurant and said that, at my "leisure", my uncle would like to introduce me to his "friend." While I didn't actually "drop everything" and come running, I didn't keep Uncle Vito waiting very long. (I do have an MBA, you know, I'm not exactly stupid.)

I soon found myself being introduced to one of the most beautiful woman I ever saw. She was your typical "Italian" beauty. She was about 5'6" tall, with a body to die for. She had raven hair about shoulder length, olive skin, deep dark eyes, and was just a few years younger than me. I was so overwhelmed; I made a fool of myself trying to talk.

I think it was at that point I fell in love with her.

Since it was Saturday night, the restaurant was very busy, and I had to excuse myself and return to being the "boss." About an hour later, I was, "carefully", explaining something to one of the substitute waiters, when I saw her leaving the banquet room, and start for me. I assumed that there was a problem in the room requiring my attention.

I was floored when she explained that she wanted to see how a restaurant was run, and asked if I would show her around.

So for the next 4 hours, I'd like to say that I was suave and sophisticated as I showed her the in and out of the business, but in truth I acted like an idiot. But she acted nice and I thought I might have made a nice impression.

The next day, a limo stopped outside my apartment and there she was asking me to show her around the area. She said she was bored hanging around with her father and my uncle and wanted to be with me. We had a wonderful day. She even went to the restaurant with me when it was time to open and stayed until closing.

The next couple of days were a repeat, until I was summoned to my uncle's study. Once there he quickly got to the point. He wanted to know my intentions toward his friend's daughter. He explained that his friend was a "very" protective father, and would not allow any "fooling" around with his daughter.

I may have thought I was falling in love, but I was not falling into "stupid". For the rest of the week I kept her at arm's length whenever she showed up.

A Road Trip to LA

A couple of months later, I was back in the study. Uncle Vito was explaining that his "friend's" daughter wanted to open an Italian Style restaurant on the west coast and would I take a couple of months to help them get started.

My restaurant just about ran itself, so I accepted, he then gave me the "look", and told me to have fun, be careful, and remember about protective fathers.

When I got to the coast I found a restaurant exactly like mine, right down to the light fixtures. I was flattered.

I spent the next two months helping her get the restaurant up and running. We hired chiefs, wait staff, dishwashers. We stocked shelves, and did all the stuff you need to do to get up and running.

Sometime during those two months, we became lovers. We had sex every chance we got. The first time happened when we were all alone in the restaurant. She came out of the Ladies Restroom, completely nude except for a pair of high heels. She was beautiful.

I forgot all about Uncle Vito's warning about protective fathers.

I forgot about everything!

I think we tried to christen every table in the dining room, plus the bar. She was insatiable! I could just about walk the next day. She just smiled from ear to ear.

We continued until, I was forced to return back east. We pledged undying love for each other.

Her father gave me his version of the "look" as I got on the plane to return.

One year later the restaurant was closed. Not as a failure, but so that we could hold our wedding reception there. Her father and my Uncle Vito were almost as happy as I was. I guess our marriage cemented our two families and crime empires.

We decided to live back east and a manager was selected for her restaurant. She went back to the west coast 4-5 times a year to check on the operation of her little restaurant.

We had a great life together.

Five Years Later

Five years later, I was just about as happy as I ever expected to be with a loving wife, and twin daughters.

It was then my life fell apart.

I was again summoned to my uncle's study. He poured me a drink, hugged me that same way that he did many years ago when my parents were killed, and handed me a folder. I opened the folder, started looking at the pictures it contained. I started to cry.

My wife was having an affair.

For the next few hours, I read the report the detective agency had compiled. It seems all the times that I thought my wife was on the coast checking her restaurant; she was actually being the center attraction at gang bangs. It seems that she loved sex with more than one partner. To be more exact, she loved groups consisting of at least 10, sometimes as many as 20 different men. There were men of all races and colors.

From looking at the pictures, she didn't discriminate at all.

As I looked at the pictures, I saw her doing doubles, and triples. The men standing in line waiting their turns. They were in her cunt, her ass, her mouth. She was lying on her back, kneeling on all fours, riding them like a cowgirl. If there was a position, she was in it. She was an equal opportunity gang bang. She would take all comers. There was also a DVD, my uncle explained it was video of some of her sessions in living color and sound.

I watched it. In it she was doing things that she had always refused to do with me. Listening to the sound told me she loved every minute of those things.

I still remember her yelling, "Fuck me harder." "Fill My Ass", "Cum on my face,"

Toward the bottom of the folder, there were some medical forms. My uncle explained that they were DNA comparisons of my girls DNA, with mine. They showed that the girls were indeed my daughters and my wife was still clean.

No STDs, yet.

Then I asked him for a good attorney. He said to wait, not to approach her about her unfaithfulness, he would take care of my problem. There would be no divorces in his family. He also wanted to sit down with her father.

My father-in-Law would not be pleased.

The Diner

So here I sit in a 24 hour diner, six months later. My wife is on the west coast again. She had been there the last two weeks. The trip was scheduled to last only one week, but she call extending it.

"Tommy, the restaurant is a mess; I need to spend extra time to get it straightened out."

I offered to come out and help, but she said she could "handle it."

Remembering the DVD, I thought," I'll bet you can."

The waitress refilled my cup, again. I had tipped her $50.00 to make sure the coffee kept coming. I understand how difficult the overnight shift could be.

A police sergeant walked into the dinner and spoke to the waitress a minute. She pointed at me.

The sergeant walked over and asked to sit down. He then said, "There's no easy way to say this, but your wife's restaurant caught fire and she was badly burned. We have a car outside to take you to the airport."

You should have seen his face when I broke out laughing, and said,' No thanks."

I then opened my brief case and showed him the pictures, and explained I had an appointment with a divorce attorney, and I would not be taking advantage of his offer of a ride. I was only in this restaurant to kill time until my appointment.

He left speaking into his microphone.

About an hour later, a detective showed up. He also showed a lot of sympathy, not about my wife being burnt in the fire, but about her having cheated on me. His ex wife cheated on him also, and he had dumped her.

We were part of a brotherhood. He then asked me a lot of questions to establish that I had nothing to do with the fire on the west coast.

Later one of my uncles "friends" slid into the booth across from me.

He said, "Your Uncle wants to see you."

I explained about the lawyer's appointment, but he said it had already been canceled.

Uncle Vito's Study

When I got to my uncle's, he explained about the fire. It seems that after the restaurant closed, my wife couldn't wait to get back to the hotel to start her party. She took her clothes off, climbed up on one if the banquet tables and started taking on all her staff.

Too make a long story short, the gas in the kitchen somehow got turned on and not lit. With all activity, no one noticed until it was too late. The gas exploded, killing 30 guys in the resulting fire (there were only 10 restaurant employees, I wonder what the other 20 were doing there?). My wife was a survivor. He said her body was covered in something that protected her partially from burns (cum, maybe?). And four guys were "around" her body and that protected her from the debris from the explosion.

She was badly disfigured. Her face was badly burned, one ear was gone, most of her nose burnt off. It seems that she had breast implants and one exploded leaving her with a partial mastectomy. She was badly burned between her legs. It was presumed that she would never again have any feelings when she had sex.

Her father, paid for all the hospitalization, but would not pay a dime for any reconstructions caused by the fire, to the restaurant or to her.

When she was ready to be released from the hospital, she tried to call me. She found that I no longer had the old number and my new one was unlisted. She then tried my restaurant, but was told the number was no longer in service. A quick call to directory service confirmed that there was no longer a restaurant called "Pasta Villa".

She called my uncle, but no one would accept her call.

She gave up and called her father. When he realized it was her, he hung up and refused all further calls. She then realized that she was alone now.

Her face was so badly disfigured that she wore something like a ski mask whenever she left her small apartment. If she forgot to wear it, small children would scream, and adults would look away.

Epilog:

A few months later, she was back in the ER, a failed suicide attempt.

She was committed to a state institution for her own protection. It was assumed that she would never regain her sanity.

I got the marriage annulled.

Eventually, I met another woman. My girls loved her, my uncle loved her and all the family loved her.

We were married about two years after the "fire".

Among all the gifts, we got a very nice wedding present from my ex father-in-law.

When I called him to thank him for the gift, I explained that I wanted him to continue to be in his granddaughters' lives. And if he couldn't come east to see us, we would be glad to go west to see him.

When he was thanking me, I could have sworn I heard his voice break. But I could have been wrong;

He was a very hard guy; his nickname was "The Fireman". It's a shame his daughter had not remembered that.

The End