The Mafia Story (book one rewritten)

Chapter 1: Sweet Beginnings

Rumors about the mafia has been around for years hell decades even, so you might think we are dead or that we are all gone, got caught, or just fucking disappeared but you'd be wrong, so very wrong you see we've just gotten better at hiding, better at dealing with our "clients" better at handling our "product" yeah we're not dead, we're far from it, we're just under some new management.

My management Hi I'm Riley Giovinazzo and I'm the head of the biggest and most powerful mafia in New York and just like my dad and his dad before him I'm tough as hell and I don't take shit from anyone, and I know what you are thinking how did the youngest Giovinazzo aka me get the title as leader when I have an older brother? Well about five years after I was born and 12 years after my brother was born our mom couldn't handle being a mob wife anymore, so they separated, and my mom got custody of my brother, and my dad got custody of me. 

It was hard growing up and living two different sides of the world, one that was normal with my mom and my brother and one with my dad that couldn't be talked about out of the walls of our home. You see when my brother and my mom moved out, they moved into a small beach house in long island and thanks to my mother and our lovely court system I had to go to her house every other freaking weekend. I don't know why I hated my mom and why I hated going, she wasn't the one cheating or drinking or doing drugs, I guess I hated her because she didn't stay or at least fight for her marriage or try to fight for me. 

She always told me that she would always fight for us and would never leave and then she finds out he's cheating and just takes my brother and leaves she just fucking leaves.... I thought she would come back at least for me, but she never did, and I will always hate her for making me wonder why I wasn't good enough to fight for. 

But the one thing I did love was going to the beach with my brother it was like we were in a whole different world just me and him, the water, the sand, hearing the waves hit the shore banks it was beautiful and peaceful. I could see the water from the window in my room, it was so different than at my dad's house.

My dad lived in the richest part of Manhattan; all you saw there were big buildings and all you could hear was yelling and cussing and horns blowing but I loved living with my dad, it was just me, him and my uncle Charlie. 

Now remember this is the Mafia so of course Uncle Charlie wasn't really my uncle, Charlie's father and my dad's father were friends and worked together to move some of our product from one state to the other until Charlie turned 21 and then him and his father started moving the product together until his father died. So, Charlie went from just plain Charlie to Uncle Charlie just like his father before him and when my dad became head of the mafia after his father died Charlie became his right-hand man.

I loved watching my dad do business with his clients of course it made my mom mad that he would take me to his business deals I would hear them fight on the phone all the time over it but eventually my mom stopped caring about me going of course that was when my dad started paying her more money. What she said was more child support to keep her mouth shut about it, glad to know I am only worth dollar signs in my mom's eyes. Anyway, as time went on, I became known as the daughter of the mafia one girl in the country you don't mess with, and you shouldn't try. I had people in all corners of New York who were in the mafia looking out for me nobody could come near me even if they wanted too. 

I remember when I was 8n years old my dad taught me how to shoot and handle guns because he wanted me to know how to protect myself and how to handle a gun so between him and Uncle Charlie, I learned how to use a gun faster than any 8-year-old should. 

So by the time I was 10 years old I could shoot and handle any gun out there, being a mafia bosses' daughter I had to know how to walk the walk and talk the talk, so needless to say life was different with my dad i got to see the world through the eyes of the mafia.

They stopped the tape recorder and looked at me, I looked back and asked why did y'all stop? The one that had me under their skin looked at me and said we were not planning for your whole life story, so we have to change the tape he says as the other agent walks out and I look at him and smirk and say well y'all are the ones that said you wanted everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly, everything is what you said if I remember correctly. 

He sighs as he rubs his face and says to himself this girl makes me want to drink; I look back at him and say I have that effect on people. I watch as he tightens up his jaw, he may not be saying what he wants to say but he can't hide the expressions on his face, he hates me, he would rather watch rot in jail than to be here taking this deal, but this was their choice not mine so I look back at him matching eye contact for eye contact as we just stare at each other the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife as we size each other up I look at him and say you don't want to be here so why are you here?

He sighs and says because it's my job, I scoff and shake my head as he asks what? you don't believe it's my job? I look at him and smile and say oh! I believe its your job you definitely have the look I say as i wave my hand up and down his body, I just don't think you wanted to be here in this room with me, which begs the question of why are you? 

He looks at me and smirks out the side of his mouth and says aw you like the way I look how sweet, I throw my head back and laugh and say no way in hell my guy and you didn't answer my question, why are you here?

His green eyes narrow at me as he says you are the one being interrogated here not me. I smirk as we sit in silence again just staring at each other, if looks could kill we would both be dead. The other agent finally walks back in with another tape and sits down and says glad to see you two didn't kill each other while I was gone, he puts the tape in the recorder and says ok you may continue.