La Costa Nostra

prologue

By the age of twelve, I had learned how to get past a metal detector with a pistol wrapped around my ankle at the Newark Liberty National Airport, New York City. Before my 15th birthday, I knew how to speak over 6 different foreign languages, fluently. Including, Russian, Arabic, Spanish, Chinese, French and Italian, but that's a given. My name is Monroe Vendatelli. My father, Vendra-Garcia Vendatelli is a part of the "La Costa Nostra" Italian Mafia, along with my two uncles Miniato and Piero Vendatelli.

If you couldn't already tell, the Vendatelli blood line runs long, long and far. I used to cry at night wishing and praying that I would no longer have to be apart of this God forsaken family, but I was only wasting my breath. Most of my "friends" call me Monny, I say "friends" because most of the time it's only a handful of people who are most of the time are too afraid to talk to me, except one, Kathleen Ellis. My father used to be best friends with her father, key word, 'used.' Almost 16 years ago exactly, Richard Ellis went missing. Which isn't surprising being that almost anyone with an association to the Vendatelli family goes missing.

I grew up in a relatively wealthy family, but it wasn't always this way. I was born in the capital of Sicily, Italy, Palermo. To my knowledge, my father forged himself and my mother passports to move to America when I was 3 years of age. They settled down in a town called, The Bramford, its in the upper west side of Manhattan, NY. Our family started out as a small gang called, "The Watch Dogs," primarily because our "hit man" Maurice Gregory often steaked out our victims and could track anyone down like a bloodhound. He became so widely popular amongst the neighborhoods of Manhattan that not even members of gangs established long before us would dare fuck around our streets. Unfortunately for Maurice, he became so commonly known he was publicly shared to the C.I.A, he quickly became Americas most wanted.

Before he turned 19 he had successfully killed over 38 people, some just for fun, others were women he impregnated after having unprotected sex with and nagged him for money due to "child support rights." On his 20th birthday, he and his buddies, Reggie, Franco and Mike were scheming around planning to endure on illicit pursuits. The idea itself was purely impractical, they were simply going to shoot up the A.B.N.Y (Atlantic Bank of New York) and rob it for all its money. With no actual game plan, everything went to shit. Long story sort, the cops showed up and Maurice's "buddies" abandoned him, a modernly to-date famous cop, Gregg Fisherman shot Maurice down to the ground, which obviously is the only reason why Gregg is nationally known. Rumor has it, Maurice never actually died, soon after the crowd dispersed, Maurice was gone.

It was easy for my father to find himself in the La Costa Nostra Italian mafia. It had only two requirements, one, only male figures with heritage of the blood line can join, and two, you cannot be afraid of death. Initiation was simple, you must kill at least two people within the same public area under 20 minutes, in other words, "taking care of business" I haven't had to take part in that, yet. Soon I'll be turning 20 years old, which makes me a viable runner up to be our new hit man, of course I'm not alone. a few other runner ups will be taking part in the competition. In a couple of months, we will be sent to Las Vegas to one of our gang hideouts for "rookie camp" which sounds too practical to me, being that they're training me to murder people. My name is Monroe Vandatelli and soon I will be a part of the La Costa Nostra Italian mafia.