The Mafia Man: Anthony Gallos

The Mafia Boy

   As a curious child, I looked in the package. All I saw was some white powder. I knew what it was. My mom had brought it around the one bedroom apartment we "lived" in more than a few times. And I knew what Mr. Barone was doing was highly illegal. That really pissed me off. "That asshole" I thought "That asshole could've gotten me killed. We were supposed to be friends" I was a smart child though. Knowing I had some dirt on this man, I could get a job that pays more than three fucking dollars an hour.
   After delivering the package I walked up to Mr. Barone "hey, I looked in the package. I'm not some stupid kid. Now, if you want to stay out of jail I suggest you give me a job before I drop your client list off to the NYPDs station, asshole" I brace to be either beat to death, or shot. But something unexpected came put of Barone. He laughed. "You're one clever little man. Big Tony, dare al bambino duecento. Close ya mouth kid, you'll catch flies. Yes i said I'll get you two hundred bucks. You're smart, and you don't have fear. I like that kid". Holy shit, this man's actually giving me a job I thought. "But listen, people will get suspicious because you're a neighborhood bum, I'm just being honest. So I'm not going to be paying much. For now, but once you're old enough I will give you a job at my company. But for now, go to school, be a kid. You don't want to be one-hundred percent in this mob shit." He started roughly but ended calm and cool, like a Mafia man should be. "Yes sir. Thank you"
  For the next seven years I was delivering his packages while going to school. I also got very close with Mr. Barone, I even started calling him Frankie. Everything was fine....until my shithead of a father decided to kick my ass...
   "Who did this to you?" Frankie said. "No one Frankie, don't worry about it" I said shrugging off the memory off the look on my father's face as his fist pounded and boots pounded on my chest and face. The looks of pure hate. As if I was never his son, but a monster. I never even thought of calling him dad. I always wondered if he was...
"Your father did it didn't he?" He said roughly
I stayed silent
He called Joey over, a rather large man. The only man I knew who could carry a piano on his back up 3 flights of stairs. Joey smoothly walks over calmly.
"See what happened to little Johnny's face?"
"Yes, sir. You okay kid?" Joey spoke smoothly
"No Joey, he is not okay. His father did it to him. And from my understanding, he does it to his own wife as well"
Joey's fists ball up at the thought of my mother crying herself to sleep after receiving the beating of a lifetime "Now, go talk to Mr. Gallos" in other words "Go fuck Anthony's father up until he's clinging onto life" "With pleasure Mr. Barone"
    I know he will do it for pleasure. Good luck, dad....

Well, wish Johnny's dad good luck. You know he's gonna need it. And I hope you enjoyed it!