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Chapter 1 Part 1Setting Long Beach, New York November of 1987 To some people, family has nothing to do with anything. Well, different people believe different things. For example, some men stay out at work all day and spend no time with their family. Well to the people of the Giorgio family, they aren’t real men. They are just people wasting away their lives working. To Anthony Giorgio, you don’t spend time with your friends and family, you’re a dead man. In the long run, you’ll end up a dead man. It is 1987, November the 23rd, Thanksgiving. Anthony Giorgio is at the dinner table with the whole family, with the exception of his own son. His wife, Francesca, sets the turkey down on the table. “Now all we need is Michael,”said Anthony. “He’s probably out with Maria,” said Francesca. “Ah let him have fun while he has the chance,” said Anthony Giorgio the first, known as Grandpa Tony. Then they heard a door open, and it was Michael. He was with Maria and he took off his coat and put it on the hanger. Maria came in and hugged her boyfriends Mother and Father. “Why is there a cut on your eye?” asked his mother. “I slipped on the road from the rain outside,” said Michael. The whole family was sitting down at the table, including Maria, and Robert Vazzi, who wasn’t a member of the family(or not yet for Maria). There was Anthony, and he was at the head of the table. Sitting next to him was his wife Francesca, and next to her, their 21 year old son Michael. Sitting next to him was Maria, and next to her, Grandpa Tony. Later on, Uncle Christopher, Aunt Carmella, and Cousin Stevo came. Then Following all of them, Anthony’s most trusted friend, Robert Vazzi showed up, who was like a member of the family to them. Finally they were all there, and before they started to eat, Anthony Giorgio raised his glass and said, “Salute”. Everyone else raised there’s responding. Anthony Giorgio is the head of the Giorgio Italian Seafood company. He owned five resteraunts just in New York. He gets Seafood imported from Sicily. He has power in New York, New Jersey, and in Sicily where his buisness expands, and also where he gets his food. He took over the buisness from his father, Anthony Giorgio the first (Grandpa Tony), after his father retired. He plans to get his son to take over in the family business, once he retires. Which Michael is also the only Giorgio son of Anthony and Francesca, which is odd for an Itlaian family. Anthony is also head of the Giorgio crime family. It was once Grandpa Tony who was the boss, but once he retired, he also made Anthony the boss of the family. Anthony was middle aged, well built, dark skin, dark hair spiked backwards.
Chapter 1 Part 2Once they were finished eating Thanksgiving dinner, Anthony Giorgio was in his home office with Robert Vazzi, Grandpa Tony, and Uncle Christopher. “What are we gonna do about this buisness with these mexican gangs?” Anthony asked. “They’ve been all over the streets screwin’ around. They already messed up some of the Vito families resturaunts spraypainting their spanish crap on the back walls. I don’t want it happenin’ to my resturaunts. Make that one of the first things on your list.” “Yeah ok,” said Robert. “If we find it once, we’ll get rid of it them the next time.” “There isn’t gonna be a next time,” said Anthony. “That’s what I need you for. To make sure there isn’t a next time. Or a first time.” “OK, I’m on it,” Robert replied. HOURS EARLIER Michael was walking behind one of his fathers resteraunts in a short-cut to get home from his girlfriend Maria’s house. He spotted a car with blaring rap music and a big group of people around it talking. They had spray bottles of spray paint and started writing things like “f**** Italians, and “Italians should die.” Michael walked up to them. “Get outa here right now,” he said calmly. “Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.” “What the f*** are you gonna do about you spagetti eatin’ b****?”asked one of them in a spanish accent. “I’m doin you guys a favor. I don’t wanna see you guys white washing this building with your head up your ass.” “F*** you!” he shouted back. They grabed Michael and slammed him against the wall. He put one hand to his throat, and with the other, punched him in the eye. He released his grasp and Michael dropped to the ground. They all started kicking him. Then Two of them lifted him up and held him. Then the leader of the gang spit in his face and punched him in the face once more, and then they all got in the car driving away, leaving Michael lying on the ground alone in the dark behind his father’s resturaunt with spraypainting’s all over the back of it. THE NEXT DAY The next day, Anthony was going to work. The building that the gang ruined was a different one than he was at now. He was in his office, when his phone rang. “Yeah.” “Ey Tony. It’s Frankie. The spiks hit our resturaunt. The one on Victoria Lane.” “Oh my God. I’ll be there in five minutes.” Less than five minutes later, he arrived at the resturaunt. Frankie Rizzo and Johnny Fontana was waiting for him outside the door. Anthony quickly got out of his 2002 black ford exphidition. “What the hell happened?”he asked as he threw away his ciggerette. “This way,”said Frankie. They walked around to the back of the building and he saw all of the spraypaint everywhere. He looked at it with anger. Johnny took out a cigar and started to light it. “Take the stupid thing out of your mouth big boy,”said Anthony as he snatched it and threw it on the ground. “We got a lot of work to do.”
Chapter 1, Part 3Michael Giorgio attended NYU. He was a junior, and worked a grocery store called “Bucks”. He was tall, slightly skinny, but still very stong. He had brown eyes and olive colored skin. He had just finished class where he saw Maria. So he walked up to her and gave her a kiss. “How’s it goin’ babe?” “I’m fine,”she said smiling. “I’m off from work today. Wanna do somethin like go out to dinner or somethin?”he asked. “Sure. Why don’t you pick me up at six?” “Yeah that sounds good. Until then I gotta study for this semester exam coming up for antient philosiphy. I’ll see you tonight. Love you,” he said as he gave her another kiss. “Love you too baby. See you tonight,”she said. It was that evening while they were both out at the Giorgio’s fancy italian seafood resturaunt, when Maria finally noticed the scar by Michael’s eye. They were eating and she was looking into his eyes when she noticed. “What the hell happened to your eye?” she asked. “Oh. I got jumped on my way to my parents house. Then I got jumped by some Mexican gang that was messin up one of my dads’ resturaunts. “Oh my God!”she said loudly. “Well are you okay?”she asked held his head and kissed it. “Yeah I’m fine don’t worry about it, baby.” They looked up and Anthony Giorgio came into the resturaunt storming into the back in his black leather jacket, black shirt, and red tie. “Does your dad know?” she asked. “No. I don’t want him to go crazy about it. I know him.” Just after he said that, Anthony walked up to his sons table. “It’s on the house,” he said smiling. “You kids want some shampagne?” “Sure dad,” said Michael. “Ey! No balls! Get me a bottle of shampagne!” he yelled out to the back as all the customers around that area looked over at him. “Ya’ll enjoying your dinner?” he said to all of them. Frankie ‘no balls’ Rizzo came walking quickly with a tray of shampagne and two glasses. “Here you guys go,” he said setting the tray down. “So Mikey, when are you two gonna get married? Seems like you’ve been dating for years!” he said with energy. “When we think the time is right,”said Michael. Michael strangly noticed that his father looked like he was in a very good mood. Had he even found out abuot the building? Had he found out and then taken care of it all already? He wonderd what could have happened. Anthony said on Thanksgiving day, that there would be no next time, and he meant it. He had the back wall of the building whit washed, and then he had hitmen guard all of the resturaunts. It just so happens, that the old car full of Mexicans showed up again. They showed up where the fat bodied Johnny ‘big boy’ Fantana was. Fontana pulled out his machine gun and gave his men behind him the signal, and within minutes, the old cadillac car had shadderd glass and blood everywhere. Anthony was in that same building that the action was going on outside of, and he heard it. Once it was over he raced over to the resturaunt Frankie and Robert were at and he stormed through the door to bring the news to them, as you saw before. That’s why they were in a good mood. Because they had the idea that they had gotten rid of all of the harmful Mexican gangs, or all of that perticular gang. “This is good. We’ve taken care of the punks that did it. But there’s probably more of them,” said Robert to Anthony in the back of the resturaunt, in Anthony’s office. “Yeah, so what? We’ve gotten the one’s that dared to mess with us, and that’s all that matters,” said Anthony, comfortably. “Alright, I’m gonna go out and say bye to my son and his girlfriend,” said Anthony, walking out of the room. “Well you go on and have fun at your college,” said Anthony to his son. “Okay, dad. I’ll see you soon.” “Yeah you take care, Adriana, ya hear?” said Anthony smiling at his son’s girlfriend. “Bye.”
Chapter2Part1Michael Giorgio was at school, leaving, going out to the parking lot to his car. He was about to put his keys in his car when a group of about four people stopped him. “Alright boy you an yo Italian punks have done enough. We’re gonna put a stop to this right now,” said one of them, in a strong spanish accent. Then he pulled out an knife, and they started beating on Michael. Michael this time, fought back throughing one of them onto his windsheild. Then he punched the one with the knife. He fell to the ground, and cut Michael’s hand. Then he picked up the knife and he pointed it at them, stopping them with their hands in the air. Then before long police were there from a teacher who had spotted what was going on. Michael was not put in jail, for self defense, but he was expelled from college. He was at his fathers home. He was sitting on a sofa with a bandage on his hand from the cut. “Is that all that happened? The Spanish people jumped you at your car and you defended yourself and then you got expelled because of that?” asked Anthony. “Yeah that’s about it.” “How did they know you were my son?” “See the cut over my eye? The ones who did the spraypainting to your resturaunt jumped me.” Anthony was shocked at what had happened to his son. He had lost his job too. “We’re on your side about all of this, Michael. I can get you another job, trust me. I don’t know what we are gonna do about school though. Did you call your girlfriend?” he asked. “No.” “Do it.” Maria was in her dorm with her room mate studying. Then the phone rang. “I got it,” she said. She picked up the phone.
“Hello?” Maria showed up at the Giorgio house. Robert Vazzi was also there. She saw Michael, and she was shocked. “What happened to you?” she said as she ran over to him and fell into his arms. He told her about everything, and she was upset that he had been expelled from school, and was extremely worried about him. “I’m gonna be working for my father now Maria,” said Michael. “I’m probably going to work for my father now. He has given me the oppurtunity to be a big deal in the company. Don’t worry, I’ll still be around.” “Michael, what is going on with you and this gang?” she asked wanting to get straight down to the problem. “I have no idea. They jump me first, then try to attack me again at school. I think they jumped me at first just because they are rascist, but the second time must have been for another reason. I think someone else is behind this. My father.”
Chapter2Part2Anthony was angry at the school for expelling his son after they said he was defending himself. But they said he had later threatened the others with a knife. So Anthony gave Michael a job. Since Anthony ran the buisness, he decided to put his son up to manager of a new resturaunt being built of his, in the bronx. He would be making good money. So, Michael was now in the family buisness. He purposly did not want to be, and stay out, knowing that his father was in the mob. But now he had no choice. It was dark outside, and behind a building a group of teens met. One of them pulled out a joint. He lit it, and inhaled. “Alright. Those stupid Italiano punks are making me loco. They are pissin me off. We jumped that one kid again in the parking lot and he got us back. Now what we are going to do is attack again before they can get us,” he said as he was smoking. “What are we gonna do about it Luis?” asked one of them. “Well, did you see their new resturaunt being built down the road?” “Si.” “We’re gonna make sure it doesn’t get built. Tengo hambre. Lets go to a resturaunt eh boys?” The construction site was due to be completed soon. The new Giorgio Italian seafood family resturaunt was up, and they were just finishing it. That evening, Anthony, Michael, Robert, Frankie, and Johnny, were all checking it out. “This is gonna be yours son,” said Anthony. “We’re gonna try to figure all of this out and what is happening to you with these gangs. The Vito family has had them mess with them, and they haven’t been able to stop them.” “We gotta keep gaurds everywhere. We can’t risk loosing someone, or another resturaunt,” said Robert Vazzi. “If they find anything else out,” “Wait a sec,” said Anthony cutting off what Robert was going to say. “I hear something.” They sat quietly. Then Tony looked and saw a gut in a bandana holding a tape recorder, listening in on their conversation. They all pulled out guns chasing him. Anthony hit him in the back, and he fell. Then Johnny picked up the tape recorder and shot it. It burst into pieces. Michael looked shocked because it was the first time he had seen his father kill someone. Then before they knew it, there were a whole pack of gang members by their cars with machine guns pointed at them. “Oh my God,” said Frankie “no balls”. “What we gonna do?” he asked. Then he looked behind his shoulder and he was the only one standing infront of the building. Everyone else had ran away. So as fast as he could he started running away. Then after they all left the gang tore apart the resturaunt. The glass was broken. All of the brand new items placed in the resteruant had been destroyed. “Now this is war,” said Anthony Giorgio in a very angry voice to his consiglieri, Robert.
Chapter2Part3The leader of the gang, Edwardo Tochila, had been very proud of his gang. He had been walking home with his right hand man, Alexander Hernandez. “Things are now going very great. We are under control of this problem. I’ll see you tomorrow, Alexander,” said Edwardo. Alexander walked into his buetiful home in the suburbs of New York, and said hello to his Grandmother, who he lived with. “Hey I’m home,” he said. “What are you doing getting home so late again?” she asked her grandson. “Oh nothin. I’m gonna go to bed. Buenas noches.” Then to her surprise, their front door slammed open. Men in all black and in dark sunglasses and black hats that looked like italian gangsters burst into the house with machine guns. Then gunshots ran through the whole house. The grandmother was dead. Alexander heard it and was hiding somewhere in the house. He called to get some help from his friends. They quickly arrived to help Alexander. But before they knew it, gun shots rang again, and his help was dead. So Alexander grabbed a gun and charged out firing, but it was no use. Soon bullets ripped through his body, and he was coverd in blood. He fell to the ground and one of the italian gangsters kicked him in the head. Then they ran into a car and drove away. Robert Vazzi, over the past month, found out a lot about this gang. He found out that their leader was named Edwardo Tochila, and found out all about what they have done. Anthony Giorgio was ready to strike fast, to prevent them from getting back at them from doing the hits on Alexander Hernandez, and the other gang members who came for help. Before all of this started, there was about 20 members in the gang, and now, it was only down to 11. The Italians had destroyed their gang, and they were so angry, that they were going to plan another attack, only this time they would tear up the resturaunt with the italians in it. The gang would not allow another tradegy to happen to them. A very desturcive war between, thug gangsters, and organized crime gangsters, was unleashing, and the bad news for the spanish gang, they were terribly outnumberd, espicially with the other families of New York behind the Giorgio family. Maria DiMela had been very worried about Michael. Then one day, she was out at the mall, when her cell phone rang. She picked it up, and Michael wanted her to go out to dinner with her, espicially because it was around the holidays, and he wanted to take her out. Only this time, he smartly, didn’t take her to one of his fathers resteraunts, aside from his own which had gotten rebuilt. He had decided to take her to a fancy resteraunt more into the city of New York. She accepted, and was happy to spend more time with him. Michael drove by and picked up Maria. She got in. “Hey baby,” he said smiling at her. “Hi,” she said. “I’m sorry I havent been able to spend much time with you lately. I’ve been really busy at work lately. I’ve missed you,” said Michael. “I’ve missed you too.You don’t know how much I’ve been worried about you from whats been going on,” said Maria. Michael, looked into his girlfriends eyes with a deep love, like it was the most buetiful women on earth, and he was so lucky to have her love him back. “I’ve been okay,” he said. “All of that stuff is over with.” Maria knew that Michael loved her truly. She always saw it in him whenever she was with him. She had never been more happy with any other man in her life. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. They arrived at the resturaunt. It was extremely fancy, a french resturaunt, and they sat at a table with two candles lit, and a red table cloth. They had wine, and their meals. “I really asked you to come to dinner with me, because I want to get something out. I just want to tell you, that you’re the woman that I have been waiting for my whole life. Your buetiful, caring, and everything I have ever dreamed of. I would rather die than not be with you. When I’m with you, its like the happiest moments in my life. So, I decided to get you an early christmas present. He pulled out a small black box, with a red ribbon on it. She pulled off the top slowly, and saw a golden ring with a dimond on it. “Maria, will you marry me?” said Michael. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. “Yes Michael, I’ll marry you,” she said as she threw her arms around him. The people at the other tables looked and smiled. The big wedding day of Anthony Giorgio’s son, Michael, took place that winter, in January. There was a lot of people there, and most of them were Italians. On Maria’s side of the family, they were basically a bunch of Italians. They got married at a catholic church, and everyone was there. But, Michael had become a changed man after joining the family buisness. But he decided that he should settle down, and he did that and married the woman of his dreams. After the wedding, they had a cerimony. Michael was dancing with Francesca, his mother, while Maria danced with Giuseppe DiMela (Joseph DiMela), her father. Then finally they danced together to a old Sicilian song played by a mandolin. Anthony was very proud of his son, and he had high hopes for his future. After all of this excitement, he had forgotten about all of the buisness with the gang. He called Robert Vazzi over. “I wanna talk to this Edwardo guy. I don’t care how rascist he is, I’m gonna try to settle all of this. I don’t care how, but get him to me. Michael and Maria were together on their way to their honey moon. They were going to take a plane and go to Sicily. They would be gone for three weeks. Michael had said his goodbye’s to his family and they said that everything would be under control there. “You just go have fun,” said Anthony. Michael and Maria stayed at the best Hotel in Sicily, and had a great time drinking home made italian wine that Michael’s Uncle Chrissy had sent him. Then they went out with the bottle, and two glasses, and walked through the hills of Sicily on the cool grass, with nothing but the moonlight shining down on them. It was Michaels best time of his life. They sipped wine talking. “Baciami, mi moglie. Tu bellissima,” said Michael in Italian to his new wife. They made love into the night.
Chapter3Part1Back in New York, things were getting pretty dirty. “Edwardo said that he does not want to discuss anything, and he’s not in ‘organized crime’,” said Robert to Anthony. “I don’t think this is going to be pretty Tony. I think we should stop this character. He’s the main guy to hit. If we do, we don’t have to worry about our resturaunts anymore, or anyone else getting killed,” said Robert to his boss. “Yeah your right. We can’t risk loosing anyone important.” “Who should we give this one to?” “Give it to Big Boy. No Balls doesn’t have enough balls to handle something as important as this. Make sure that Johnny gets the job done, though.” Robert Vazzi was on his way home. He finally arrived there, and immidietly closed the door, and ran to see what happened. There were police lights all around his house. The night was silent, except for all around the Vazzi house. “Whats goin on?!” he said to a police officer. Before the cop could answer, he saw his wife in tears screaming at detectives, and police men. Then she spotted her husband. “Robert! Robert!” She ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck. “What happened?!” “Our son is gone! He’s been kidnapped!” Anthony sat on his back porch with Grandpa Tony, smoking a cigar. “Hopefully the job would be done by tonight,” said Anthony to his father, the former boss of the Giorgio family. “You should have gotten rid of all of it the moment the problem hit, Anthony,” said his father. “Yeah, and that was my mistake. I just didn’t know what I should really do with this gang buisness.” “They got dirty buisness. You should have wiped them out from the beginning. They won’t hesitate to kill anyone, and that’s dangerous. Your lucky to still have my grandson in one piece after whats happened to him.” “Yeah I know, pop.” The phone rang. “I got it.”
“Ey Anthony. It’s me.”
Chapter3Part2Meanwhile, in Sicily, Michael and Maria were having the time of their lives. Michael was a little worried about everyone back home, but he was sure, that they were probably all fine. They were walking and they stopped at a small resteraunt. They both sat at a table, and a man came up to them. “What would you like?” asked the waiter in italian. “Vino con pane,” said Michael. “I love this. I love being with you. And I look forward to doing it for the rest of my life,” said Maria with a smile. “So am I. I Feel like the luckiest guy in the world to be with you.” Robert was driving crazy, and fast, is if he had just gotten back from a bar at 2 in the morning. He had a gun in his jacket pocket and he held it in one hand, and drove with the other. He pulled over by a building, pulled his gun out, and ran into an alley to see men beating on a 7 year old boy, Robert’s son Jimmy. Robert ran up to them. He hit one in the head with his gun, and then shot him in the head. Then he fired on another twice in the head. But once Robert saw one of them pull out a gun, he ran behind a trashcan shooting his gun at them. “Run Jimmy!” Jimmy took off , turned the corner and up the road. Jimmy was injured, but now safe. Robert on the other hand, had 9 gangsters with guns pointed at him, and faces with disgust. Edwardo looked down at him. “You punks make me sick,” he said and he kicked Robert in the head, causing him to fall back. Soon they heard sirens, and they had to think quick. So they fired. Bullets ran through the body of Robert Vazzi, and he lay on the cold, wet road with a puddle of blood under him. Soon, Police cars, ambulences, and a black SUV pulled up. Anthony got out of the SUV. He ran over to Robert. “Oh my God.” The police brought a strecher, and then Anthony turned to see Roberts wife Paula holding Jimmy looking at their dead father, and husband, being taken away. There was no chance he could still be alive. Michael was taking a shower with Maria, having the time of his life again, only this time they were interrupted. The phone rang. “Oh Mikey, just ignore it baby,” said Maria. “I’m sorry, it might be something important baby. He kissed her and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel. Maria didn’t like the fact that he always took phone calls when they were having fun. But he always did no matter how important. He answerd the phone.
“Pronto.”
Chapter3Part3Michael got back to America, and met his father there. They had a plan, and they were sure that it was going to work. There was no way it could not. Edwardo was behind a building that night, waiting in his truck for something. Then a young spanish man came up to him with a brown paperbag. “Ey man I got the stuff,” he said walking by the window. “Lemme see it,” said Edwardo looking in the bag. “That’s good. That’s good stuff. I’ll take it.” He handed him money from the window, and the stranger accepted it. But then with another hand he pulled out a gun, and shot Edwardo in the head with it three times. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Just like that there was blood all over the whindsheild of the car. Then the stranger stole all of the rest of the money that Edwardo had, and quickly walked away. But as he did, he looked to his right, and saw another car, and inside, someone was watching the whole thing. He stopped. Then the driver gave a nod. The stranger smiled. “Pay Day,” said the stranger walking off, as Michael Giorgio drove home. Thanks to the end of Edwardo, there was no more trouble. Michael and Maria lived a peacefull life, living in a nice home, and Michael was a made man. They had a kid, and expected to have more on the way. Anthony controlled the family buisness, and had rarely any trouble after the incident with the gang, and was respected by many. Grandpa Tony went back in the family buisness, only this time as a entertainer for the guests at the resturaunt. He sang songs, and did stand up comedy acts, and made a big hit. He got all of the places roaring with laughter. The Family Buisness was all good, and the whole family lived the way they should. Together. Written in fall/winter of 2002 |
