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The Polishand co Prohibition when the Irish and Italians battled for control of the distilleries, there were Poles on both sides In fact, it was a Polack that carried out the St Valentine’s Day Massacre

More recently, I know Zajac has done business with Enzo Gallo—h I heard rumors of a conflict over at the Oak Street Toith reports of shots fired and a hasty laying of the foundation, possibly with a body or two concealed underneath the cement

“I heard the happy news,” Zajac says He gives a significant glance to the ring on Aida’s ringer “I was disappointed not to receive an invitation Or an inquiry from your father beforehand You know I have two sons of ether I don’t see you learning to love corned beef and cabbage”

“Be careful how you speak to my wife,” I cut across him “The deal is done, and I doubt any offer you would haveto interest her In fact, I doubt you have anything to say to either of us”

“Youme with his fierce stare

“Not likely,” I say dismissively

To my surprise, it’s Aida who keeps her temper

“Tymon isn’t a man to waste his own time,” she says “Why don’t you tell us what’s on your mind?”

“The politician is rude, and the fiery Italian is the diploe reversal Will she wear the tux and you put on the dress later tonight?”

“This tux will be soaked in your blood after I cut your fucking tongue out of your rowl at him,

“The young make threats The old make promises,” he replies

“Save the fortune cookie bullshit,” Aida says, holding up her hand to stay me “What do you want, Tyht, and I don’t think you were even invited”

“I want the Chicago Transit property,” he says, cutting to the chase at last

“Not happening,” I tell him

“Because you’re already planning to sell it to Marty Rico?”