Confidential

The fall of a king

September 16 ,2005

I hear the gavel pound three times ''will the defense please rise'' the judge barked. My father and his lawyers stood while my brothers and I watched from the back of the court room. ''Antonio Giovanni your have been sentenced to life In prison without chance of parole on 27 counts of murder in the 3rd degree, racketeering, 57 counts of brutal assault, Drug trafficking...'' I began to to tune out because I knew the list would go on forever.

I always knew this day would come I just didn't know when. I was sort of indifferent to the whole situation, it wasn't like he was he was much of a father to me. He didn't pay much attention to me. It was my brothers who got the attention from him, extremely unwanted attention if you'd ask them. Yet still attention all the same.

However it was all work stuff. Just preparing them for the life they would one day lead as the new leaders of The Ice Dragons. I suppose that life begins today ''you will be given one hour to say your goodbyes to your children'' he bangs the gavel twice bringing me back to reality at the sudden noise. We are then lead to what looks to big conference room by security guard in a brown uniform. He repets the line given by the judge ''you have one hour'' then removes the cuffs from my fathers hands and exits silently.

We've never really been a super touchy feely family, even before my mother passed away. We didnt have to show emotions we knew we loved eachother an that was enough. So saying final goodbyes was a little more then akward. I havent hugged my father since I was four so yeah this is weird. My oldest brother Tony finally breaks the silence ''Well I guess Carlo, Angalo, and I will be takeing over sooner then you thought'' he says with a half hearted smile. Part of me thinks he's upset because he will miss my father, and the other part of me thinks its because he's afraid of becoming the Boss of the Dragons.
Sure my younger brothers will help but Carlo's only 16 and Angalo is 18, but Tonys 22. He's the one whos gonna be runnin shit from now on, Mafia's work like monachrchy's the oldest takes the crown. "Dont worry Dad the dragons are in good hands'' my brother carlo says with a smile as he pats Tony's shoulder.

My fathers face is grim.''you better have ya fucking shit toghter son, I mean it'' my father says with a stern look on his face.''pfft fuck off old man'' Tony says with a chuckle. My father coughs and begins to chuckle him self. Then they do the strangest thing. My father stands and wraps his arms around my brother, and my brother willingly embraces him sniffling. In my entire life I have never seen my father and my brother exchange any form of affection. Nonetheless hugging and crying. Though some part of me as depressing as it seems. I don't think this is because they love and will miss each other. I think there terrified.