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Death To The Mafia

Ricky Tomachino was drawn into the gangster life from a young age. He did favors for some of the big guys, no questions asked. He just wanted to be excepted into the Mafia's family. His dad was from Sicily, but his mother was French. Because of that fact, they would never let his family fully join the Mafia family. His dad worked as a driver for Pete Angelio, the Head of the Angelio Crime Family. He died in a hit and Ricky's life started spinning out of control. By the age of twelve he was in and out of juvie, that's until he found out why his dad was shot. Accepted members of the Angelio Crime Family, broke the code and organized a hit on another member without The Council's approval, and blamed Ricky's dad for it. Now Ricky Tomachino has to do the impossible. Get into The Family and be accepted, while taking out The Family from the inside out. But he unexpectedly falls in love with the daughter of Pete Angelio. Will Ricky Tomachino still try to kill them one by one or will Isabella Angelio turn his life upside down? The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons...living or dead is purely coincidental.

MrXwriter · Urban
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133 Chs

That Is How We Do It

Here is what happened last time on Death to the Mafia

While I am at home, I need to see Uncle Pete regarding the sniper. So, I make a plan to see Isabella while I am there. She tells me that she has some bad news and will call me later. Uncle Pete follows me to the location where Fabio is holding the sniper for us. We arrive and start setting up the scene to torture the sniper for what he did.

Fabio walks over and hands me the pliers. I ask him;

"Did you get the adrenaline I asked for?"

"Of course, boss. Why do you need it?"

James answers Fabio;

"If I pass out because of the pain, you shoot me up with a dose of adrenaline to keep me awake to inflict more pain."

I smile and say;

"That is true, James. Where did you learn to shoot?"

He lifts his head to look at me. I see the pain written on his face as he replies to me;

"Do you really want a history lesson, or do you want to hurt me?"