BANG!
The sound of the gun rang in my ears as I watched the man's now lifeless body drop to the floor with a thud and a smack as his head bounced off the floor and blood splattered across the white tiles in my family's kitchen. My eyes slowly traveled north up the body of the shooter as I took in his face the man was screaming at me but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Meeting his eyes I came face to face with green eyes that mirrored mine. My father's voice suddenly became audible.
"Vito what are you doing down here?!" My father yelled at me harshly in his perfect Italian.
"I'm sorry papa I just heard arguing and it sounded like Uncle Tommy so I came to see." I mumbled quietly trying my best not to cry in front of him.
Pop said men never cry especially men of the Scalice family. I backed against the wall my eyes locking on the dead body of Uncle Tommy as my dad placed the gun down and approached me.
"Vito I'm not going to hurt you piccolo". Part of my 6 year old mind knew he wouldn't but I couldn't stop my body from shaking as he lifted me into his arms with ease and tried his best to sooth me.
"MICKY come clean this rat up!" My father called out to one of my pops many friends that stood in the big house, as he stepped over my Uncle Tommy's body and started to carry me towards the stairs.
"Right away Don Vito" Micky replied as he rushed into the kitchen from somewhere in the house
From over my father's shoulder.I watched as he dragged Tommy's body out the back door as my as I was being told that this was a secret for us only and no one was to find out about it
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Scalice
RomanceVito Michael Scalice II has it all at the young age of 21 his life contains beautiful women, money,and power. He owes it all to his family business. Something he originally never wanted part of but as his father ages Vito finds himself taking more a...
