In It For The Long Run (Editing)

IIFTLR- A Mobsters Got To Do What A Mobsters Got To Do

Ello there people ;)

Anyway this chapter is the old chapter four so you guys have probably read it already but what the heck read it again if you want ;)

Also i changed something in chapter three if you didn't notice the change, Ramona's full name is Ramona Davanzo not Graviano. It was an accident when i wrote Graviano so i changed it to her intended name, Davanzo.

Enough of my blabbing, 

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Chapter Five

Demitri P.O.V

“Buon lavoro ragazzi di oggi. Speriamo che i fratelli Gravini imparano le loro lezioni e ricordare di non pasticciare con le migliori fratelli.

Ora, non più business per la notte. Stasera celebriamo! Bevi ragazzi! (English Translation: Good work today boys. Let's hope the Gravini brothers learn their lessons and remember not to mess with top brothers.

Now, no more business for the night. Tonight we CELEBRATE! Drink up boys!)” I announce to the boys, well men, that surround me. A lot of them are either my age or slightly older but being in the position I am, they are still boys.

I look around at the loyal males that have not only stuck by me but they themselves and their families have stuck by our past and current leaders for generations. We have gotten lucky with such skillful and loyal men on our side.

I look to my right and there stands the co-leader of the Davanzo gang, Carlos Graviano. He really is second rank and I am top but we are practically brothers so in almost every situation, the top rank is split between us two. In the end I am the one who is higher ranked and will always be looked at that way. Even though Carlos, in my eyes is split ranked with me, everyone knows that final answer is given by me. It’s not like I wanted it that way, it just comes with the birth right I was given.

My father,  was the leader of this gang but handed it over to me when I was eighteen. That was almost five years ago. When he was the leader that gang was thriving, we were making a profit beyond belief. Our business’ were doing extremely well and all was good.  One year, when I was ten, my mum was diagnosed with cancer. Her name was Eleni Davanzo, she was born in Greece and moved to Italy when she turned eighteen. About five years later she met my father and they fell in love. As cheesy and girly it may sound, they really did love each other. Not soon after, my mum fell pregnant to me. When I was about the age of two, they got married. They continued with a love filled relationship with the bonus of their qualities mixed together in the form of a child, me.

Her diagnoses was a shock to a lot of people. She was loved by everyone she met.  When I turned twelve we were informed that her cancer had disappeared. We were overjoyed but that was not long lived because almost a year later they discovered a tumur in brain. She lasted 6 months before she was gone.

My father mourned the lose of his love and at the same time had to  manage the most powerful gang in  Italy. To say he didn’t cope well would be an understatement, he went down shits creek and practically drowned. Me being to young to lead the gang caused an issue, my father was clearly unfit at the time to lead so the position went to his second in command.

My father’s second in command was an honourable and respected man in the mafia world. He was a great a leader and did the job well, as my father gathered himself up. He was not the strongest and physically set man but he was damn good got at coming up with strategies and tactics which in our world was just as respected as if you could hit a target hundred’s of metres away. Not only was that man a good strategist but he was also Carlos’ father.