Scar Tissue Prologue 2
My CI had mentioned to me in a parking lot of a shopping plaza in Brooklyn one day while I was undercover, that I should be investigating his boss. I was four months deep in a narcotics operation. I needed help with any leads regarding a buyer. I wasn't interested in what he was saying to me at the time.
I told him to shut up. I didn't want to hear his personal problems. Sometimes informants drag you in on the uneasy lifestyle they live for empathy, so you can help them out when they provide information, but he was fairly new and I had much more loyal informants that I took care. I had a thing with trust and informants. If I made someone my confidential informant, that spoke volumes and meant they had worth. It also put their life at risk, so I took it very seriously. I was considering him as an informant but he had no information each time I met him. He would always talk about this Totorio Armando fella.
But, then he mentioned something to me that day in the parking lot of the shopping plaza. He said, “Well sorry man, sorry for fucking caring that these fucking kids coming over in crates. I mean fuck, man!”
“I mean if that's not pertinent to your goddamn information then I don't know what Is? Just a bunch of bullshit!” I looked at my rear view mirror at him.
“Children in crates?”
“Were you not listening to me?”
“Go ahead, talk. What have you got?” He scoffed. I had never indulged on the previous three meetings with what he had been trying to tell me.
“Nothing, forget it. Sorry, I just have a lot of stress.”
“The fucking crates and boy? What did you mean? What are you telling me?”
“Listen, you seem like you don't trust a lot of informants, or that you take care of one when their useful, which says a lot about the cop you are. So, this is on some other leve shitl. Man, I don't think it's even on your level!”
“You don't know what level I'm on. Now, no more static. Talk to me.”
“This man, Totorio, he's involved in shipping little boys. Like...sex postituting--"
“You mean Sex trafficking?”
“Exactly like sex trafficking except with no females, just boys. I've driven him to discreet places, i mean really shady places man. Anyway, the other day I drove him to a place in the Bronx on Kimball Avenue. He went in and after ten minutes I broke my most the first rule he told me as his driver. Never get out of the car.”
“You got out of the car? Unbelievable.”
“Yeah I know curiosity killed the stomach!”
“What? No! Not how it's said. Continue.”
“I had to I was so stressed looking at the place knowing what was going on inside. So, I smoked a cigarette. I was looking at the house and then I saw someone looking at me through the blinds. All of a sudden the side door opened loudly and three men with guns led five small boys into a truck that was near the garage, and they quickly pulled out and drove away. My cigarette was halfway through by that point! The shades then lifted and I saw Totorio just looking at me. I fucked up so bad!”
“Maybe, or maybe you prevented several boys being selected in ones he wanted to keep. Maybe you saved all of them. The point is you don't know. He wasn't there to buy one. He's the leader of that operation at least. This isn't bad. But he needs to be taken down! I'm going to pay you now for that information. If you don't accept my payment you will die. Here it is, don't ever return to him again or he will kill you. Your a convict that's done time and got the job because you're Albanian. But, you happen to have a history and habit of drugs. He doesn't trust you. He knows you can be locked up and can offer the cops information. What's your real name? Trust me.”
“Trust a fucking cop? You've got to be fucking kidding me!”
“I will save your life! Trust me.” I saw him hesitate and battle with everything he stood for, but knew that he was against the wall and his family's protection would be at stake
“Gio. I'll take care of this. Trust me. Here take this money. It's enough for you to find a place that's livable for the first and last month's security. Make sure it's far from here, but always have a way to have your finger on the pulse of what's happening in this city too, so you know when it's safe for you and your family. This is what's going to happen. You will return and he'll send you probably on a drive or just kill you where you stand. Or you can take this and run and live. He'll look for you for a couple of years, but he'll forget about you because I'll enter his life. You decide, but remember I'm offering to save your life. I know in the end sometimes you yourself can only save yourself.” He took the money and told me he won't ever forget it and left. I called him back over and did something I never had done, but felt in my heart it was the right thing to do.
“Take this. It's unmarked, but my only favor is that you don't use it other than to protect yourself. And listen, your a step ahead of him. You know his next move. Now watch closely”
I believe in my heart that was the night that it all started to come together; the events. The main driver who drove Totorio, and also his wife around, had left work, I didn't know how at the time, not yet, but now looking back, if he wouldn't have trusted me and went back without my advice, my whole world would be different. That man gave me the most important things in my life! I will never forget his name, Gio Dinetto. I dedicate my life to him just from my brief encounter. My whole story is like the beans Jack got that became the Beanstalk, and the absence of the driver, but also forged an eternal bond with a crime family and my fate. The seeds, or beans I like to look at it as, started it all, and Gio game me two gifts and was the ultimate fate A few months later I was driving on the west side highway. I saw something up ahead on the right shoulder of the highway. It was like a dart shot to my senses,I was paralyzed. I pulled over to the side of the road and saw this blonde headed angelic figure with a tight skirt on and high heels bending down and changing a tire. It didn't fit, the image and scene didn't belong. I found her immediately fascinating. I had to know why this beautiful flawless woman that could be found walking on fifth avenue, changing a tire like a man that knows cars so well, and had tire dust smeared across her forehead.
I started talking to her and for the first time I felt my actual heart inside of me. To actually feel the very thing that beats inside of you is staggering with majestic dressings of profound feelings. The trick was on me though because as obvious as all this may seem by reading what was going on, I was blindly so easily by love. It was too late by the time I learned who she really was. The imprint had been left as the first footsteps on the moon. Some people don't know when their falling until they hit the ground, or till they reach the act. I was lucky and knew during the whole process in which I was falling in love.
That was the day my life would be forever changed. Or, I can say it was when I was seven years old when me and my father went out in the front yard and did something. Looking back either way, everything that happened is all connected to it. I look at it now, and I see the crimson blood it's stained with. What it all represents.