Monday, June 22, 2009
5:20 AM
THE AMERICAN DREAMCHAPTER 1 - DEATH BEFORE HIS EYES.
AL'S CAFE - 1939
TOMMY Cicci sat with his 2 sons, and simply waited for him. Soon enough, the man walked into the cafe. Tommy walked up to him, and kissed his right hand.
"Don Mazzo," Tommy spoke.
"Take a seat, Tom." Alphonose Mazzo instructed Tommy. They sat down on a table, just right beside Tommy's two sons.
"Here's the thing don, our rackets' down in Brooklyn just got raided by the cops. They've raided 2 of our gambling rackets." Tommy said softly to the Don.
"Christ, these cops these days. They're getting smarter every fockin' day." Al said as he sipped his coffee. Brooklyn was an important area to the family, alot more important to him. Before Tom could speak again, Rocco Mercetti burst into the room, and looked towards the two men.
"Shit! Somethin's happened!" Rocco shouted. The don turned his head over to Rocco.
"Don, The Carminati's got your son!" Rocco said again. This time the don stood up.
"Holy fockin' christ! fock' those bastards. My son is only fockin' 13. God damn it." Al slammed the table, and looked towards Tommy. "Christ, Tommy, go get Sonny-"
"No, I'll go deal with the Carminati's." Tommy stood up, and quickly headed for the door. Tom ran out of the cafe, straight for his car. Before he reached his car, two men came from behind, and opened fire with their Tommy Guns. The bullets sprayed into Tommy's body, ripping the flesh out of the body. Tommy was already dead before the 5th shot hit him. The two men did'nt stop firing until their 50-bullet clip finished. Tommy's lifeless body fell to the floor, covered in a pool of blood.
"Christ, the hell is going outside?" Al shouted, as he moved to the door. Sonny, the capo de tutti capi, or simply the underboss, quickly ran into the cafe before Al could move out. He held the don's head close to his mouth, and mumbled out a few sentences in Italian. Al froze on the spot. After a few moments, he nodded his head. Sonny took out his Snubnose .36, and aimed it towards Rocco.
"Fockin' Christ, we trusted you, and this is the shit you do to us, huh Rocky?" Sonny shouted.
"Wha... Whaddafock' did i do?" Rocco stumbled back, horrified.
"Fuck you." Sonny said as he pulled the trigger. The bullet entered the skull, and left from the back. Rocco fell to the floor, dead.
"Fuck all these rats. Don, your son was never kidnapped. Just a fockin' plot to kill, but it looks like Tom took the hit." Sonny said, as he spitted onto Rocco's body. From outside, an enforcer ran into the cafe, and screamed, "The Consigliere is dead! The Consigliere is dead!"
Al looked to Sonny, and then to the two Cicci sons. Their mother died 3 years ago, and now their dad is dead outside.
"Come on, we gotta get the fock' out of here." Sonny told Al, as he gestured to the back door. Al wasnt about to leave yet. He turned his attention to the two Cicci sons.
"I know you're angry, save it. Follow me, and i will give you the chance to exact revenge on the man that killed your father." Al said.
The two Cicci sons looked towards each other, tears falling down their cheeks. The older brother, Toni, and the younger brother, Kelvin, both nodded to each other. They followed the men through the backdoor, and headed into the car. The cars quickly took off, back to the Mazzo Compound.
MAZZO COMPOUND, 1952
"It has been 13 years since i adopted the two of you, and my age is catching up is with me. Now, you two, and my son Jacky, go meet up with Frankie. He's in Manhatten, in a bar called 'Charlie's'. He'll teach you a few street rules before you three are ready to be officially in the famiglia. Now go my sons." Al said as he coughed into his hands. Jacky, Toni, and Kelvin all looked at each other. Jacky was 21, Toni is 24, while Kelvin's 19. They survived the war together, became the best of friends, and now taking on the rest of their lives. From this day forward, Toni knew, he was going to be in a world of trouble. He's going into the Cosa Nostra. He only had one goal in mind -
Fuck the man who killed my father.