Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Mel/Johnny, Red/Homer, Frank Nitti, Phil D’Andrea, Angelo Ricotti, Paul Maglioli
Series Notes: Tears Of The Saints will deal with the Outfit/Syndicate (aka the Mob) and how they cross paths with the Dillinger Gang and the Bureau of Investigation. It helps to have first-hand knowledge of Italian culture and Catholicism. ;)
Fandom: Public Enemies
Genres: AU, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
General Summary: When the Syndicate needs the special talents of John Dillinger, they take out insurance that he will do the job they want by kidnapping someone near and dear to his heart: Melvin Purvis.
Chapter Summary: The exchange takes place…or does it?
Date Of Completion: February 4, 2010
Date Of Posting: March 24, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Universal does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 689
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The entire series can be found here.
"Irish Eddie" O’Coyle
Mel was beside himself. Time was running out.
He yanked irritably on the chain that kept him tethered to the bed as he watched raindrops slide down the bedroom window. Bathroom trips were fewer now after his attempted escape, and even then he was watched like a hawk.
Phil D’Andrea had assured him that he’d be let go, but he didn’t trust the Syndicate. They had a code, but not all were honorable men.
He was worried sick about Johnny. What if after he successfully pulled off the bank job, the Enforcer Nitti had him killed? Nitti didn’t like the heat that men like Johnny and Karpis and Campbell brought. What if it was too tempting to get rid of Johnny?
Maglioli kept looking at him with predatory hunger every time he came into the room, eager to carve him up. He doubted that the psychotic would be quick about it.
Well, he had to get out of here, there was just nothing for it.
He would not let Johnny die because of him!
Johnny strolled into the conference room above The Montmatre. Red and Homer were with him, and Charles, Eddie, and Pete were in a car parked a few blocks away.
“You do good work, Mr. Dillinger,” Nitti said. “In-and-out, smooth as you please.”
Phil also seemed pleased.
“I am the best.” Johnny pulled off his gloves.
“So, you have the box?”
“Yes.” Johnny held out his hand, Mel’s ring winking in the gray light streaming in through the window. Red put the box in his hand. It was still raining, the sound of the storm steady on the roof. “Where’s Agent Purvis?”
“He’ll be at this address.” Nitti handed over a slip of paper. “Now, the box.”
Johnny handed it over. “See ya down the road, Mr. Nitti.” He sauntered out, Red and Homer following him.
As soon as the door closed behind Johnny, Nitti grinned. “Give Ricotti a call. Tell ‘im to let the Stiletto do his work.”
Phil blanched. “Frank, I told Purvis we’d let him go.”
“So?” Cop should know better than to trust…”
Nitti glared at Phil. “Make the call.”
Phil didn’t move for a minute, then rose from his chair and went out to the sitting room and picked up the phone, staring at it for another minute, then began dialing.
Johnny opened the door to 221 Pine Street, grin at the ready despite being wet from the steady rain. His gang was spread out around the house, Red and Homer right behind him.
“Mel! Mel, it’s Johnny, honey! It’s gonna be all right!”
The front room was dark, and so was the hall. Johnny’s gut clenched as raindrops dripped off his fedora onto the floor. Would he find Mel’s dead body in this mausoleum?
“I don’t like the look of this,” he muttered.
Red silently agreed.
They searched the entire house.
“Yeah,” Red agreed. “You were right, Johnny. Nitti gave us the ol’ double-cross.”
Johnny fumed, fear bubbling up in his heart.
Mel jumped as the bedroom door slammed open. Ricotti was behind Maglioli, a smug look on his face.
“My colleague will help you leave us, Mr. Purvis.”
Ricotti turned and left.
Mel’s nerves screamed as the assassin approached the bed, a sadistic grin on his scarred face. He took out his stiletto and bounced it from hand-to-hand expertly.
Mel tensed as he prepared for the attack.
Nitti caressed the smooth contours of the statue. Chipped and peeling, she was still beautiful.
He turned her upside-down and opened the base. Smirking he turned her right-side-up again and shook, his hand ready to catch his prize.
He shook harder.
Frank Nitti cursed in three languages as he howled for Phil.