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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

The Person Of Authority

Here is what happened last time on Death to the Mafia

I am trying to look like I am cooperating with the detective to get to my book. I talk nicely to him to see if he will let me into the study. He keeps asking questions that I have to answer. He finally gives in and says it is okay to get the book. I receive a message from Luigi that he will get a truck and remove the skip from the garage, then the cops can search for what they want with no problems. I switch on the signal blocker and give them the go-ahead to get the skip. Marco gives me the signal that we are clear. 

I tell the detective;

"Didn't you say that you have work to do? Maybe you should go and do it."

He looks at me flustered and says;

"Okay then. You two will also have to leave the house until we have released the scene."

"You lead the way, detective."

We walk up the stairs, and I tell him;