The Godmother

Chapter 6: Meet The Crew

I changed into my tuxedo, after a brief surveillance of the room for any creeps. I was hidden behind a pillar, a blind spot from any sneaky cameras.
I dusted away my clothes and stuffed it in the baggage. I left the baggage and headed to the main room.

As soon as I made an entrance, everyone started whispering. The Capo looked at me and called me by the fire place, near the head of the table. "Ferrari", he began speaking, silencing everyone else.

"You have displayed wonderful attributes today, according to Freddie. You have impressed us all, I welcome you to my Crew. One of the crews of the Lucchese Crime Family. You must have already figured out that I'm one of the Capi working below the Godfather, Mr Vito Lucchese. These are my soldiers: you've already met Alfredo. He'll be your guide through the Mafia."

Great. Newt-face is my boss, this should be a lot easier than I initially thought it would be.

"Then there's, Romero."

Romero looked a little intimidating up close but he was easy to read. He had a tattoo of an olive branch on his neck that looked like it was strangling him.

If you haven't noticed, I'm pretty bad with recalling names, so my coping mechanism is to assign people nicknames based on some of their striking qualities. Romero shall be called, Brother Olive oil.

"Dante."

Now Dante, looked like he was the shit. He had that inbuilt ego with a splash of overconfidence that obnoxiously leaked from the way he carried himself. From what I've seen of him, he looked like he smirked alot. So he has been given the name Mr Broken lips.

"Naveen."

Naveen was too busy sharpening a knife to hear his name called out. That's one hell of an introduction. When he finally noticed, he looked straight at me with dangerous eyes and a clenched fist. He nodded in acknowledgement. His name would probably, Dr Doom.

Very original, Rochelle.

Sometimes I wish I could just turn off my mind so my thoughts can cease.

Shut up.

"And Hunter."

Hunter was the complete opposite of his name. He looked like he couldn't hurt a fly, with a goofy grin he flipped his head in my direction and waved. Something about him, told me he was the kind of person to wonder what to make for breakfast the next day while repeatedly stabbing someone. He was christened to be Mr Hoodwinker.

Each of them stepped forward to their respected positions around the table. The rest of the people began gathering around behind each soldier. "You shall be part of Alfredo's goombahs (term reffering to associates). He shall introduce you to your group as soon as the induction cermony is done. Now let's begin, shall we?", Rio said and snapped his fingers.

Newt-face handed him a perfectly cut sqaured paper. Rio muttered something under his breath and brought the paper to me. It had a picture of a robed woman with a halo around her head and a text underneath written in a ribbon banner, 'Saint Agatha of Sicily.'

"Johnson Ferrari, you have been chosen to be a part of one of the most prestigious and dangerous criminal syndicates of the underworld. By the power of Saint Agata di Sicilia, I annoint you with the holy oil that will bind you to the Mafia."

Rio rubbed a liquid on my forehead and pulled out a pin from his pocket. I knew what was coming, the official swearing in, the code of conduct.

"By your blood, you will have sworn Omerta, the oath of silence. By burning the picture in the fire, you finalise your inception in the Mafia. A betrayal, lie or fault on your part will be followed by heavy reprimandment and punishment depending on its graveness. Do you concede?", Rio recited.