The Mafia Man: Anthony Gallos

Mr. Barone

As Joey was out looking for my father, I started thinking about Mr. Barone and what he might've gone through. He looked tough enough to take on the Cartel alone. He had all white hair, although he looked pretty good for sixty years old. He had a long scar, going from the corner of his mouth to his sideburn. He said his brother who was his rival enemy decided to come at him with a knife...leading him to having to kill his own brother. He had a heart with an arrow going through it on his right forearm and another tattoo of the virgin Mary on his left. They were both for his dead wife, Mary. He was madly in love with her. He almost went into tears talking about her. Despite being close friends with Frankie, he was very closed off about his past. "It was the past, who needs to know?" He would say in a grumbling voice. I did know, his wife was killed by some unknown mugger who was never caught.
"That son of a fuck, I will have his head some day. I will have his head as an ornamental piece on my fucking coffee table." He'd say with a raspy voice and tears of a broken heart, and anger spilling out of his eyes.
   I was still a kid. At that time, sixteen years old and I haven't even had sex yet! I didn't know what love was, I could never tell you how his heart ached, how that losing his soul mate made him ball like a baby in front of his associates. Hell, I couldn't have even told you why he loved her so much. I was clever in the business world. But a fucking idiot in the world of love.
WARNING: VIOLENCE THAT MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS

As I was sitting in Mr. Barones office, in came my stumbling father. He was bleeding, his eyes were swollen shut, his shirt torn and wrinkled. Immediately after my father, was Joey. Blood upon his shirt and first.
   "Mr. Barone, let p-, please let me explain why I had to put my hands on this shit-rat"
Mr. Barone looks at Joey and Joey immediately strikes him, blood splatters 
"shut the fuck up" Mr. Barone barks
   "This giovanotto is a good young man. He is loyal, smart, respectful and respectable. Most of all, he is your son. He is yours to look out for."
   My spineless, weak father stares down at his shoes and whispers "yes sir, you're right."
   "I know I'm right. And it's my understanding you also beat his mother, your wife" Frankie says as his voice grows in anger "a wife is someone you love and support. Your wife is supposed to be the last person you ever think about harming in any way. I lost my wife who was an angel. I can't get her back. You better realize how lucky you are. I also know that you work as an accountant at one of my branches. I even know... you've been stealing from me"
   I stare at my father and I see fear jolt through his body as if he just signed his own death wish.
  "No sir, never! I swear on my life! Please believe me!
   My father's on his knees at this point, and Mr. Barone slaps him, knocking him to the ground.
   "You worthless, sad excuse of a man. Shut your fucking mouth. Die with dignity for goodness sake....do it." He says to Oscar and Joey.
   I turn around as I hear gunfire. That's the last time I've ever seen my father. Sprawled out on the floor, blood pouring out of him. Looked like the fuckin' St. Valentine's day massacre. But even more fucking gruesome.
   "I'm sorry you had to see that, kid."

Clean..er
   After that day, I was a changed man. I have had some new morals instilled in me. For one thing, I found out a wife is someone to be cherished and praised and loved. Not just a person to fuck and forget. I knew from that day on, if I were to marry someone, it had to be someone I loved more than life itself.
   I also became very tough that day too. After hearing your own father get killed, you're not so innocent anymore.