I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 27

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Sunday, February 13th, 1921
New York City
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As Sunday came around, Molly had just finished giving Anthony a haircut and helped him shave, now they were in his bedroom as she picked out what he was going to wear for his Omertà. This was going to be probably the most important day of his life and he needed to look his absolute best. Needless to say, he was nervous.
Giovanni was going to drive him a few blocks away from where the ceremony was to take place at exactly midnight.
The Don had already sat down with Anthony and gave him a rundown of what to expect and the rules he was going to agree to upon taking the oath.

The rules when you take the oath varied. While some were generally for everyone, there were some that were just for set specifically for one person. He only had one specific rule that was just for him and he was already well aware of it. He wasn't to have children. The rest of the rules were basic and general.
Be loyal to members of the organization.
Do not interfere with each other's interest.
Do not be an informer.
Be rational.
Be a member of the team.
Don't engage in battle if you can't win.
Be a man of honor.
Respect women and your elders.
Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut.
Don't sell out.
Be the 'stand-up guy' that shows courage and 'heart'.
Do not whine or complain in the face of adversity, including punishment, because 'If you can't pay, don't play'.
Have class.
Be independent.
Know your way around the world.
All things he was either already taught or already informed of, already practicing a large majority of it as it was.

Another thing about the Life, not just anyone would be able to join. You had to be invited, which made Anthony all the more lucky to be able to take part in this.

When he and Maria were born, they were born with dark hair like his father; the ideal color for an Italian mafia member. Their eyes were different though, Molly having honey-colored eyes and Anthony having green. Not quite ideal but it wouldn't be the end of the world, brown eyes seeming to often be the dominant gene anyways.
As time progressed, however, their hair began to lighten to the dirty blonde it was today. It was something no one expected nor had anyone seen it before. That was the deal-breaker and the one thing that made it extremely hard for Anthony to be taken seriously. He had to work harder and longer than everyone else.

At age eleven, he began his training to prove himself in hopes the invitation would be extended. He did extensive training in firearms and target practice. He had to learn how to build different kinds of guns from the disassembled parts he was provided in the span of a minute, load it and finally shoot the center of a target.

At age fourteen, he set out with his brother to make a hit on someone who owed a great sum of money. He had been out before but that night was different. That was the night he took his first life.
During these trips, Giovanni would show Anthony exactly what he was to do and look for in certain situations, when to take the shot, so on and so forth.
For whatever reason, his brother decided to hand the gun over to his younger brother and have him take the shot.
Of course, he didn't get credit for that kill. Giovanni wasn't even supposed to let him touch the gun.

Snapping back to the current situation and not focusing on the events to come, Anthony blinked a few times as his sister asked him a question.
"What? Sorry... I think I'm startin' t' get a little nervous..."
He sighed.

"I asked if y' think I should wear my new dress or not."
Molly repeated from where she stood inside Anthony's closet, sorting through the suits and matching pants he had hanging up.
"And I know you're nervous, I'd be worried if ya weren't."
Finally exiting the closet and closing the doors behind her, Molly walked around to Anthony's bed and carefully laid out the dark suit she'd chosen for him.