To say that Annie, Tommy’s bride was stunning, did not do her beauty justice.
Even the most stoic and masculine of men had to catch their breath upon seeing her.
She and Tommy were at the Justice of the Peace in Brooklyn.
She was wearing a skin tight red dress with a plunging neckline.
All she carried was a tiny feminine purse with a gold chain, just big enough to fit a few credit cards.
After the ceremony, they hopped into an awaiting cab to head to JFK airport to start their honeymoon.
Suddenly a car with blackened windows pulled along the left side of the cab. The passenger window opened and a gun was waved instructing the driver to pull over.
Two men leapt out of the car as did Tommy and Annie.
The two men told Annie: “Miss, stay on the shoulder, this has nothing to do with you.”
The men, weapons drawn, approached Tommy. The cab driver just laid on the front seat, crying and shaking.
The main assailant says, “Well well, Flash, we finally meet again. This time you will not walk away alive.”
Tommy says: “Nikolai, it’s been a long time. Are you still sore over my blowing up your brother's car with him inside it?”
Suddenly two shots ring out in quick succession.
Tommy feels his chest and stomach, as he was sure he was hit at such close range.
Then he looks up and sees the two Russian assailants on the ground, blood pouring from fresh bullet wounds to the head.
He looks over at Annie who is holding a Smith and Wesson .357 Magnum, smoke still coming from its barrel.
Tommy yells: “Where the hell did that come from?”
Annie says: “Honey, It’s better if you didn’t know. A woman must have some secrets Tommy (she gives him a long wink). And leave it to the Russian mob to bring guns to an Annie fight.
I lost my last two husbands to gangland slayings, there wasn’t going to be a third!”
They both share a genuine deep laugh that only two people deeply in love can experience.
Their honeymoon was perfect.
