I remember the family business since I was small and the motto was our family business is of jewels and jewels are like eggs, you need a chicken to make eggs atleast a dozen, you need a farmer to buy the chicken and we are the farm without us that farmers a chicken selling his worth on the pavement during these times. That was the family business, but the quote behind closed doors was the part of you the world wants you don't sell, the part of the world the world wants you take in a way the world can't take you. Don't get caught, don't sell, ask for sorry especially to religion because a sorry a day keeps the ground away and then buy the enemy and finish business. All these were fine, I liked these, I am as much of a bad guy as them what I didn't like was cutting corners skinning a man alive just so he would shut his mouth. While I was working as under boss, there are other ranks as well you have to take into account. The lowest of these ranks is soldier they are expendable but their loyalty is what they offer they do the work. Then there is capos a level above that, they order these goons and they work under underboss which is now given to my brother and above that is boss.
A few days ago my secretary though I asked to take it slow urged me to get back into business because now that I don't have anybody to depend on that slow decline in motivation will start to eat me up, so I said sure but the first case I get I get clear signs of all this being my brothers doing. The case read:
Hey mister,
Theres a case under the docks at midnight a supposed murder is about to occur the one that perhaps killed that wife of yours. You have been informed. The police were gonna show up but I bet you want the job done right.
XOXO by Raffaelle
My brother was out for blood that night and I wanted in but I was no fool to go at it alone. The difference between me and him was always ego, he liked the job done right. Just like our parents would have wanted. I gave the card to my secretary who relayed the information to the most trusted authorities, corruption wasn't something I believed in people are good my brother wasn't. However I put safety above corruption anyday.
That day I was out and my brother stayed. If he changed for the worse or if he had some hidden ghosts I wouldn't know, mother Italy is where we came from but I never lived there a day. I left because loyalty's, my mother was the second boss and the tasks we had to accomplish even as her sons, disgusted me, made me quit, skin a man, pop an eye, cut a finger, something normal too others always felt new too me. I didn't have loyalty's and my wife paid for it. She was a classic seductress. She asked more and more even of me and then til one day she bit the bullet and tasted the greasefire. Compared to the woman right in front of me Marie my image of women was changed, and yet the way she finds time to relax feels wrong because of my perspective. (Reading this out loud damn am I broody). I knew my brother was after me and the stench of the gas used reminded me of my past or should I say in simple terms he gased the apartment because of connections. The first world war just barely ended in the US and my brother is out for war again.
So why you after revenge, I'm sure your deceased wife wouldn't want you dyin right after she kicked the bucket, she said those words but I wasn't listening a bug was bugging me and luck was against me, I could feel it. What do girls like to listen too, these days even a gun can be turned into an instrument, one day vocal cords could be replicated by instruments even. All she could say was what are you on about, spit it, and I said not everythings a strategic response, give me some material, I could write comedy gold, but I'm one gamble away because a lady discouraged me. You anger me you know that, you're no more than a hunk of meat, your one chance at love and you choose to go after someone not thinking twice on a suicide mission, do you even know where this person is, she said as red as a strawberry. We were havin a pic nic near a bakery.
Really I'm afraid Marie I don't know what to do and how, I feel like if I don't go my late wife will haunt me.
Your late wife was never that type of person I know I spent time with her and all she did was talk about you, I know you skip out on going home thats why I see you at work when I leave and when I come back.
I wanted to hear those words but I couldn't muster anything so I went simple. If I know that those words are of Marie's even if I haven't talked with her yet I will follow those words.
Let the big people handle it doll, I don't need intuition when I know who it was and where he is, my brother, he hated me after leaving or he always had ghosts, but hes just a copy of me, he has men, I have bullets, more shots wins darling, and yet all she bothered to listen too was the ending. Give me your life, I met people with your case more times than you know, if you got no use of your life then give it too me, being cooped up in your own thoughts leads to depression and your a spitting image of that depression, stop calling me doll, and just like that as the night was getting closer to its end I gave her my coat and we head our ways.
She asked me on a date, in words as cryptic as the triangle on the dollar, on the dot it was a date to a cafe, her pick, then a stroll through nature because "she sees potential in change", she blackmailed me with saddness. I've met nutjobs in my life, but never met someone like her, silly what would happen if I had a heart attack she can't depend on other people.
It was distractingly sunny, too happy, I didn't buy it, but she was happy, didn't have anybody waiting at home and she caught on my excuses so I was left there pretending, usually I stay cooped up, should have brought an umbrella. But slowly even during the great depression we were able to enjoy, sooner or later it started feeling like a date and almost forgot why I was doing things.
So like she said I waited a year if I don't change in a year she will allow me to take charge on a suicide mission. If I do change we end things there and start moving on leaving the job for the police to handle, as a detective I only finish cases don't take charge either I die in my brothers arms or I spend time in jail neither seemed to entice me anyways.