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The Cops’ New Toys

A Police Corruption and Mafia story by:

Marciana Abbatelli (Marci) & Ra'Arsenio Basilio (Arsen)

Part 8: The Winery

Marci looked up when she heard the slightest of fabric rustling. Turning towards the door, she saw Arsen entering and she moved towards him,not even doubting for an instant that he would stand by his chosen’s side. After all, that something that had caught his attention in her pictures was that inner fire, that hot Brazilian passion, that burned for just one male. Her arms slid around his waist as she tucked her head against his chest. He could just barely feel a nearly imperceptible trembling coming from her, and as he tipped her head back, he could see the glimmer of tears in her eyes.

Arsen wrapped his arms around his beloved as she came close to him and put her head down on his chest. There was a quiver to her limbs and her breathing felt like it was coming faster than normal. The tears he saw in her eyes when she looked up at him caused him to stroke her hair and gently wipe away the wetness with the tip of his thumb, “Shh now. Why are you crying?” He said softly, the words gentle and low, “They shall pay for their words against you, you have my oath on that.”

He himself was horrified that they had not already done something to strike back against the heinous words spoken about her, but then he understood why they did not. After all, a war would simply put them on Interpol’s watch list even more than they were. They didn’t need that sort of attention. “I only wish that he would try something now and give me the chance to strike him in person.”

Marci tried to smile through the years, then lay her head against his chest. “On one hand, I hate that you had to find out about my 'ice bitch’ reputation, but, on the other hand, I’m glad you know and are looking into ways to make him pay for his defamation of my character. But be assured that only you have seen, and will reap the benefits of, my inner fire. I promise I won't hold you back if he does say something now. And I know he will. He’s that stuck on stroking his own ego. In his mind, he’s the best thing to all femmes around the world.”

Her muzzle brushed against his neck a few times before she felt gathered enough to face the world again. She pressed a soft kiss against his jaw before pulling back just a hair. “The winery awaits.” Her outward calm was back, her exposed demeanor that of a business femme who let nothing stand in her way - ruthless and determined, haughty and cold. Her employees knew better and the best were loyal to her, while some were trying to find flaws she might have that a rival can use against her.

“I would prefer to know about this rather than have it a secret that I only learned about later. The only time that I thought you might have been icy was when I first met you. But I think that both of us realized quickly that we were right for one another.” He licked her on the nose, “Stay icy for everyone but me, my darling.” He put his paws on both sides of her face and bent her head so that he could kiss her on the forehead in a sweet gesture. “Arrogant assholes like him are the ones that show their stupidity by getting caught in sting operations and police actions. He’ll be put in his place.”

He gave her a warm smile and then he allowed her to pull back from him. “Yes, the Winery awaits. I look forward to seeing it in operation.” He stepped to her side and put a paw on her back, as they walked toward the front door that would take them out to the waiting car.

Giving a look over her shoulder, she smiled at Thaís and watched her mother nod. “I’ll get things started today, minha filha (my daughter - Portuguese). Go. Spend time with your young male. Introduce him to what he’ll be working on with you.” Marci nodded, and as they got to the front door, Adriano opened it and held it for them. Fredo had the car waiting for them, and after they left the house itself, Marci turned to Adriano. “The winery first, then the oil factory, then the resort. Once there, we’ll be dining, then retiring to the reef room for the night.” Giving Adriano a half smile, she rolled her eyes at her own forgetfulness. “Adriano, this is my fiance, Ra’Arsenio Basilio. Arsen, my long time guard, Adriano Russo,” she said, introducing the two formally. Then she looked at Adriano and said, “Have Fredo join us for a moment, por favor (please - Italian).” Adriano pressed a button on the comm unit in his ear, signalling Fredo to join them. As Fredo neared the trio on the stairs, she gave a nod of greeting. “Fredo, this is my fiance, Ra’Arsenio Basilio. Arsen, my newer guard, Fredo Sordi.”

Arsen paused at the top of the steps with Marci as she addressed her guards. Adriano had been with her the longest, he recalled from their conversations, with the other, Fredo, having been taken on only recently. He wondered if he would need to have guards of his own, and figured that he probably should. Arsen knew people that he could contact. People he had helped out on the side during his time at Interpol. Those that he knew would be loyal to him. Just one more thing to put on the list of things to do. Arsen inclined his head toward Adriano, “I thank you for doing such a fine job of protecting your mistress. I hope that you will do her, and I, the honor of continuing your service. Good men are hard to come by these days.” He only wished to extend his thanks and an open paw in welcome. He knew that he was the outsider here and so the guard would be suspicious even of him.

His eyes turned to the other guard as he approached, “And you as well, Fredo. Seeing that I will be with Marciana very often, near constantly in fact, I want us to be able to trust one another implicitly. Your jobs are often unthanked and unnoticed. But I know the difficulties you face and respect your experience, both of you.”

With that he beckoned to the car, “Shall we?”

Fredo nodded to him, shaking his paw before turning to lead the way to the car again. Giacoma was right at their hindpaws as they walked, her thin whip-like tail wagging furiously behind her. They got halfway to the car and the front door opened, and both Tiziano and Amore raced from the house to the car, jumping into the back and settling themselves down on the floor as Marci and Arsen got to the door. Marci slipped into the car and scooted to the far side as Giacoma jumped in. Marci left enough room for Arsen to get in on the same side, then she snuggled up next to him and let Giacoma jump up onto the seat with them, on her other side where there was some room for the feral dog.

Before he closed the door, Adriano leaned down and looked at Arsen, then at Marci. “It’s been a privilege to work for la signorina Marciana (Miss Marciana - Italian). Speaking for myself, and probably for Fredo, I am not leaving anytime soon.”

Arsen climbed into the car and slipped down onto the leather seats, allowing Marciana to snuggle into his side and then leaning back so that he could relax while they drove. Glancing at Adriano, he nodded and again thanked the guard. And then the door was shut and the two of them were alone in the back with the three feral dogs and one another for company. He smiled at Marciana, “So, before we get to the winery, is there anything in particular that I need to know. And oh.” He paused, “I almost forgot. When we get to the resort later, there is a case in my car that I have to get. Before we are together later I need to give you two injections.” He looked down at her, “Don’t be alarmed. One of them is a special drug that will...ensure your passage is clean for me later. And the other is to dull the pain for your first time.”

Marci snuggled against him and her head rested on his shoulder as he asked about the winery. She listened to his words about the injections, then leaned up to kiss him. “For you, I’ll allow the drugs. Anyone else that isn’t a doctor I’d be fighting and beating off with at least ONE steel baseball bat, at least until the guards got there. But I know you just want to make it easier on me and have me enjoy what we’ll be doing more.” Thinking about his question, she nodded. “As I said before, we grow our own grapes for the wines we make. It would be a full day trip to see the vineyards, which is why we’re just going to the winery today. Same thing with the oil factory later. We grow our own olives for the olive oil we make, but to show you the trees, it would be an all day trip. We might be able to set those up during the next six weeks, if you’d like to see them.” She paused and looked up at him, gauging his reaction to the idea of those all day trips to the vineyards and olive groves.

“Normally I wouldn’t ask you to trust me with injections yet either. But they are important for both of our comforts when it comes time for us to be together later. Once you get used to things, I’ll leave it up to you if you want the injection for pain or not.” He smiled and kissed her back, “Now I almost wish I could see you take on someone with a baseball bat, it sounds like quite the sight, as long as I’m not on the receiving end.” He chuckled and gave his head a shake then nodded and listened to her answer, “I wouldn’t mind going to see the vineyards and olive groves. Perhaps we can make picnics out of them. Some wine, cheese and bread beneath a large tree sounds like the perfect recipe for love.”

She grinned and chuckled at his words, then shook her head. “I have a feeling that your Interpol surveillance crew missed something then. I played fastpitch softball in school. I’ll show you some safe images of me taking on a bat. I wasn't the best, but it was the sport I excelled at. Like Donatello and his swimming or Leonardo with his football.”

“Hey, I got in on the action with you guys late in the game. They had already been watching you for a while, but I guess that they must have skipped that part.” he smiled back at her, “I would like to see that though. And I bet you looked cute in your school uniforms…” His smile now was playful, perhaps a tad sexual.

The trip to the winery didn’t take too long, as it was just outside San Vito dei Normanni on the way to Bari. Marci pointed to a few vineyards around the winery, indicating which type of grapes grew where. Soon, they pulled up at the front of the building and Adriano got out and opened the door for them.

When the at last arrived at the winery, after driving through the vast fields of vineyards and along side roads that joined them, Arsen stepped out first, then held his hand out for Marci to take as she came after him out of the vehicle and into the open air and sunshine. Aside from the guards, the two of them could have been any couple out on a date for a tour of the Italian wineries.

They strolled together up the front walkway and into the main entry of the building, which was designed in the manner of an Italian villa, rather than the stark sort of office or workspace that one might imagine when they think of a ‘factory’. The receptionist there greeted them both with respect and then immediately called for the factory manager so that he could come out and speak to them himself. Introductions were swiftly made and the Manager was informed who Arsen was and his position and capacity in the family. He bowed low and then motioned for them to follow him so that he could begin to give them a tour of the premises and the winemaking processes.

Marci knew about all the workings of the winery, but this tour was more to bring Arsen up to speed on it. Looking at Cosimo Martinelli, the pine marten manager, she smiled. “In six weeks, I want the best wines we have aging shipped to the resort in Bari. And let the vintners know that I would like to have some of their best grapes sent to the resort for my fiance and me. Only half a kilogram (about 1 lb - conversion) of each variety they grow.”

Giacomo had gotten out of the car with them and was napping as they talked to the manager. But the moment try moved one step, she was on her paws again. As they headed back towards the reception area with the feral pup following them, Marci paused and looked at Cosimo. “Signore Martinelli, you have been loyal to my parents and, now, me. I truly appreciate what a task you have here running the winery. Have you figured out the discrepancy that we discussed last time I was here?”

Arsen greatly enjoyed the tour around the facility that they received. While he had visited and lived in Italy for a long while, he hadn’t really seen the inner workings of a wine factory before, and so seeing how the grapes were harvested and brought in to be juiced and then taken through the intricate process of moving them from one stage to another of the aging process was quite the treat.

When at last they were prepared to leave, he paused with Marci and listened intently to their talk. A discrepancy, it seemed, had occurred. “A discrepancy?” he inquired, raising one eyebrow and looking at the manager.

For his part, the Manager looked apologetic and nodded, folding his hands and giving a shrug, “One of the employees had stolen several bottles of wine from the racks in storage. The matter has been dealt with. Luckily only one of the stolen bottles had been consumed. He was terminated immediately and the rest of the wine seized.”

“Luckily, Signore Martinelli insists on a daily counting of the bottles being shipped, the bottles being made, and the bottles that were awaiting shipment. One day the numbers were on point, the next, they were short,” Marci explained to Arsen. “Since Signore Martinelli knows his winery better than anyone else, I thought it best to let him handle the investigation into who stole the wine in the first place. Besides, if I came in and looked into it, it would say that I don’t have faith in him as manager here, and I have full faith in his loyalty to fine wines as well as the family.”

Looking at the pine marten, she said one more word, “Books?”

Arsen respected the fact that Martinelli had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, and that he ran the place well. There was nothing that the serval had seen that said things were not in order and running like a well oiled machine. It seemed that even the loss of the employee that they had to let go had done nothing to interrupt the workings of the business.

At her question, he nodded with an ‘Ah’ sound and turned away to go to his office. A moment later he returned, opening a ledger where he kept meticulous record of all of the goings on at the winery. Of course he kept a digital record too, but he held it out for them to examine. It was plain to see that everything was done down to the tiniest detail and even the loss of the one bottle was recorded.

“Signore Martinelli keeps some of the neatest books I’ve ever seen,” Arsen said with a smile of approval.

Marci nodded, looking over the books and each note written in a neat script. “When we upgraded to computers for the office work, he insisted on keeping a hand-written account as well as the digital account. Someone could hack the system and change our books, but we know his handwriting and we’d spot anything off in it.” Handing the ledger back to Cosimo, she smiled and gave him a nod of thanks. “Grazie, Signore Martinelli (Thank you, Mr Martinelli - Italian),” she said as the ledger left her paws. “We’ll be back next month, unless you need us to come before then, Signore Martinelli.”

Arsen didn’t want to be the guy that just complimented everyone all the time. Sometimes some criticism was necessary. But he also believed in giving credit where it was due, and Signore Martinelli was doing good work. He had a lot of trust placed on him and clearly he took that responsibility seriously. Cosimo bowed his head to the two of them and took the ledger back into his own paws. Arsen thanked him again for the tour of the facilities and then the two of them walked back outside to the waiting car, where Fredo had remained on guard. Arsenio was, of course, with them every moment of their visit.

Marci waved her paw to Cosimo in farewell as they left, but as they neared the car, the sounds of cubs could be heard rather close. “Gia! Gia!” Giving Arsen a wry smile, she passed the car to head to a smaller building next door, and seemingly on the same property.

Arsen paused by the car, but turned to follow his bride-to-be as she walked past it and off toward another building nearby. Following at a short distance, he wondered what she was doing, though it was plain to hear that there were young ones playing nearby. Giacoma rushed past him as she bounded over toward her mistress, and Arsen soon caught up with her as well, “Where are you going?” He inquired, eyebrows raised.

She smiled up at him and slid her paw into his. “When times were starting to get rougher on our workers, we decided to put in a daycare at the winery. The younger kids are here all day while their parents work, with the older ones coming in after they get out of school and the teens help out at the daycare. The parents don’t pay anything for the cubcare, and if they need to see their cubs at lunch or on breaks, they can. It also makes things easier for working mothers to come back to work while still nursing. The cubs always make a commotion when they see my car, because they know Gia is with me and they can pet her. I always make a stop at the cubcare before leaving.”

“Ah…” Was Arsen’s answer to her words. It certainly made sense that the would offer such services to their workers. The parents wouldn’t have to worry about their kids being safe and they would be within reach. “Sounds like a good idea.” he continued, smiling. “I’ve never had a lot of contact with children. At least, not close contact. There were a few cases with Interpol that I dealt with that affected kids. They were always the hardest cases for everyone.”

As they arrived at the door of the daycare building, Arsenio stepped in front of them and opened the door so that the two of them, and Giacoma, could enter unimpeded.

Marci smiled up at him as he opened the door for her. Giacoma ran into the cubcare and the squeals of happiness from the cubs there just sent her smile wider. “I love hearing their happiness when they see her. The other good thing about this is it helps the elders as well, as they come in and help with the young until the teens get here. Gives them a sense of purpose and suicide rate among our retired employees is so minimal since we started this program. They get paid under the table, so they don’t have to pay income tax. We’ve found that having the elderly here, playing with, and teaching, the cubs has helped them keep their minds sharp. Not one of the elders working here has dementia or senility.”

Once they were inside the building, she pointed to a door and gave a short nod in its direction. “We have a general practitioner to handle any emergency for the young, the old, or the regular worker. He’s well trained in his profession, and we hired him right out of med school. His family is from the area, and worked here for years until they moved up to Bari to work at the resort. He was baptized at the Basilica and plans on getting married there and raising his cubs in the area, going to the Basilica every Sunday.” It sounded almost like she had a crush on this male, but that was far from the truth.

“Well, one thing you can say is that the Abbatelli take care of their own.” He agreed with her, as they came into the cubcare and he looked around at the young children running about, of all ages from toddlers up to young teens. There were several elders around the place as well, taking care of anything that the children would need while they were there. Arsen glanced toward the side door, “On site medical care. I imagine that this is a very good gig for him. Some doctors have to struggle to find a practice, but it sounds like you have that covered as well.” He paused and looked around, “Every one of your workers that I’ve met has been overjoyed to be working for the family. Not that I necessarily expected less, but every group of people has a few that aren’t content.”

Marci nodded in agreement with his assessment. “We do have some that are not happy. Those are usually the ones we know are ‘secretly’ working for our competition or are rather deficiente (mentally deficient - Italian). Like the ex-employee who stole the wine from us. We do our best to weed out those that are not happy with working for us and keeping those that are, since they do a better job, and they get compensated better for their better job performances.” She lead him to the doctor’s office door, and smiled up at him. “But before we go, I’d like to say hi to Gaspare. When you meet him, you’ll understand why he works here with us and not elsewhere.” She gave a single rap on the door, then cracked it open. “Gaspare? Medico (Doctor - Italian) Maestri? Are you available to talk for a moment?”

The serval accepted her words with a nodding of his head and a smile as one of the little ones ran up to him and looked up. He knelt for a moment and adjusted her clothing, then gave the small one a pet on the head and sent her running back off to play with Giacoma and the other kids. He nodded at Marci, “I would be glad to.” he said, and followed her to the door. When she knocked a short noise came from inside as if she had surprised someone, then came a voice calling, “Ah. Yes...come in, come in! Is that you Marci?”

She opened the door wider and slid her paw into Arsen’s, stepping inside while making sure his claim on her was obvious. “Ovviamente (Of course - Italian), Gaspare!” She walked over to the young doctor and gave him an air kiss over his cheeks. The skunk was blushing, though the only place to tell was his inner ears, even though his coloration was opposite the normal coloration of a skunk. He was white with black stripes, and his build was leaner, nearly effeminate. “Gaspare, I would like you to meet Signore Ra’Arsenio Basilio, my fiance. Arsen, this is Medico Gaspare Maestri. Gaspare and I went to school together, and our local asino pomposo (pompous ass - Italian) was pulling his crap on Gaspare.”

Gaspare looked at Arsen and put his paw out in greeting. “Il piacere è mio per incontrare il maschio che ha vinto il cuore di Marciana. (The pleasure is mine to meet the male who won Marciana's heart. - Italian)” He looked over at Marci and grinned. “If only I could find someone as yummy as you did, dolcezza (sweetheart - Italian).”

Arsen held out his own paw and the two of them shook paws for a moment, “And it’s my pleasure to meet one of my lovely Fiance’s best friends.” He greeted the young skunk, giving his paw a firm shake and releasing it after a moment, “I’m sure you’ll find someone, just got to keep looking.” He put his paw on Marci’s back and rubbed it up and down through her fur several times, “Marci tells me that you really want to settle down here and make a life for yourself. That’s very good. I’m happy that you are around here for the families and children.”

Gaspare shook his head. “It's not easy for a gay inverted skunk to find a guy. They tend to find those that won’t draw attention to their preferences, and a skunk with reverse coloration would definitely draw attention. If you happen to know of any, feel free to send them my way.” He gave a wry grin then patted Marci’s paw. “Our dolce (sweet - Italian) Marciana stopped Salvatore Romano’s bullying of me during our shared school years. Luckily for me, he didn't know my sexual preference, even in the latter years, when Marci and I knew. Marci pretended to be my girlfriend during that time, which kept Sal off my back regarding my sexuality. He was already expecting Marci to be his, though, so this didn't endear me to him. But, as Marci said, he is an asino pomposo (pompous ass - Italian).”

Marci smiled at Gaspare, “I don't care how much he tries to force a relationship between us, it's not happening. Arsen is the one I chose and Papai agrees. Arsen knows about the crap Sal’s pulled, and, knowing him, this extra information doesn't endear Sal to Arsen any. Sal will be dealt with.”

“If Salvatore gives you any trouble you only need to call. It will go into the collection of grievances that I am going to set right with the bastard,” Arsen vowed, his lips pulling back in a predatory manner and his ears and tail twitching along with the emotion he displayed. Once Arsen claimed someone as his own, or felt that they were close to him, he was not someone to mess with. “I’m glad that the two of you could look out for one another over the years though. And if I spot anyone that might be inclined as you are, I’ll pass along a good word.”

Marci nuzzled Arsen before looking at Gaspare again. “As soon as Mamãe has given me the date for the wedding, we’ll call you.” A twinkle formed in her eye and Gaspare’s eyes widened. “Non di nuovo (Not again - Italian). You’ll learn that when she gets that twinkle, some idea folle (insane idea - Italian) has struck her. What is it this time, dolcezza?”

Marci looked up at Arsen, and grinned. “If you don’t mind, tesoro (darling - Italian), I’d like to break from tradition a little. Instead of a damigella d'onore (maid of honor - Italian), I’d like to have a uomo d'onore (man of honor - Italian). And I want Gaspare as my uomo d’onore. If you agree to both.”

Arsen quirked an eyebrow at the expression on her face and then glanced between the two. It seemed that there was some manner of unspoken communication between them. Like Gaspare knew that Marci had an idea. He chuckled and nodded, “Well?” Then listened while Marci laid out her plan to him. Normally he wouldn’t have been too interested in having a male so close to her or rather as her ‘man of honor’, but he thought that, given the circumstances, it would be ok. He Gave a nod, “Sure, though that brings to mind an adjustment on my part, but I can speak to you about that in the car.”

Marci gave Arsen a kiss, then snuggled against him as she turned back to Gaspare. “Would you do me the honor of being my uomo d’onore, Gaspare?” The inverted skunk smiled and nodded. “Yes, Marci, I’ll be your uomo d’onore. It would be MY honor, dolcezza.” Outside the door, Gia gave a single bark, letting them know she was done playing for the time being and was ready to go. “Grazie (thank you - Italian), Gaspare. But Gia is ready to go, and we are touring the olive oil factory before heading back to Bari for the night.”

Arsen remained silent and let them speak, then he bid Gaspare goodbye as well and the two of them left the office part of the cubcare, gathered Gia, and headed for the car. After a few minutes the two were once again settled into the back seat of the car, with the two guards up front and the three dogs with them, and they were whisking along toward the Oil factory outside of Bari.