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They gotta make their bones. Started by: Chris-Lucchese on Jan 26, '20 23:24

Chris was sitting in his apartment drinking coffee and shining his own shoes.  His phone rang and when he answered, to his surprise it was a call from Don Milano.   The voice on the other end was from Albert Milano the Don’s oldest son.  He ordered Chris to come to the don home for lunch.  He was needed for a job and wanted to introduce him to another up and coming associate of the family.  Chris agreed and realized he had three hours to get there.  

Chris showered and put on his sunday’s best, and walked down to his old jalopy of a car and drove to his Don’s home.  Chris was a bit nervous as he pulled into the driveway.  He couldn’t understand why since he has been to the home a hundred times to take the Don’s daughter to School and sit with her in class and bring her home.   He was selected to be her personal bodyguard in school with the directions of no boys touch her or attempt to kiss her without first getting the Don permission, and if the Don doesn’t tell you first the kid that tried must leave with at least a broken nose or hand.  

This was different, this was a meet and greet at the Don’s house.  He wasn’t worried that he was going to be taken out because he knew he was doing an effective job.  He even helped the Albert increase his earnings for the family.  As Chris exited his car he walked up to the door where he was met by security they checked him for weapons.  He was clean he knew to leave it in the car.  He walked in behind Giuliani one of Alberts men.  He pointed to where Chris was to take a seat until called on by the Don.  

Chris sat there for over an hour however he did so up early.  The Don was dressed in a smoking jacket puffing on a fat cigar.  He looked at Chris and waved him in as he did Chris saw a glimpse of Sophia as she gave him a smirk and shook her head as if he was in for it now.  Chris kissed his Don’s hand out of respect and waited to be told to sit.  When the Don waved for him to sit Chris sat at the table.  Across from him was another young man that he would come to know as KennyRusso.  

The Don sat at the head of the table, to his right was his underboss John Stabini and to his left was his Son Albert.  The Don started out with telling a story as a sandwich platter was passed around the table.  I started building my place out here and it wasn’t easy.  I worked hard to get what I have and every time I try to enjoy what I have some up start comes trying to knock it down.  I don’t like that, not nice, shows no respect and in this thing of ours respect is something that is deserved and I am old now and my tolerance is short.

Then as the Don looked around the table he could see that everyone had their sandwiches and wine he gave them the nod to eat.  Then he started talking about the two men George Sega and Frank Atari.  They broke away from the family to start their own and in his backyard.  That can not stand.  This is not about pride this is about respect and honor and they had none.  They once sat at this very table were you men here sit today.  Then the Don took a bite of his sandwich as did everyone else.

The Don pointed to Kenny and then Chris and told them that he wanted the two of you to handle this for him to keep the honor of this family intact.  Chris nodded and said consider it done.  That’s when Albert said that Chris you are responsible for hitting George Sega and Kenny you got Frank Atari.  The underboss slide them each envelope with notes on where they lived and where they went to include a picture of the person they were assigned to wack.  

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Kenny grabs the envelope that the Don gave him and gets up from his chair. He nods and walks to the exit of the house, as he approaches the exit he sees a little girl seated on the porch, he passes by her then looks back at her to send a fake smile. She just stared at him. Kenny was never good with kids. He keeps walking in the direction of his car, when he arrives he opens it and gets in. Now he drives to his apartment.

 

Kenny parks his car on the garage and takes the stairs, he goes to the second floor where his apartment is at. He grabs his keys, opens the door and walks in, the place is a mess so he just tries to avoid the empty boxes of pizza and the beer cans that are laying on the ground as he walks towards his bedroom where the place is a little bit more clean. He opens his closet and pulls a chest from below, in this chest there is the tools for the job, his small case with syringes filled with animal tranquilizer, a variety of knifes, a butcher cleaver and a few sheets of plastic, he grabs everything and places it on a handbag. Then he places the chest back in the closet and closes it. It is still in the afternoon and Kenny plans on doing the hit on the cover of dark so he sits on his bed and grabs the envelope, inside the is the information he needs to know about Frank Atari.

 

He lives alone in a house near Downtown. That's good information. Kenny can pick the lock and wait for him to arrive. In the envelope there is a schedule of what Frank usually does. So today is Sunday. He arrives at his home at 21 PM after spending time with one of his girlfriends. Kenny pictures the scenario where Frank brings his girl home and he has to get rid of both of them. It isn't like Frank, bringing one of his girls home but Kenny always likes to be prepared for the worst. If it happens, he'll probably subdue the girl and knock her out then lock her in one of the rooms of the house. Kenny thinks about everything that could happen for about two hours and when the clock hits 20 pm he grabs his handbag and goes to his car.

 

"Tonight's the night." Kenny thinks to himself as he approaches Frank's house. "And it's gonna happen again and again. Has to happen." He pulls up the picture of Frank Atari and analyzes it. "Frank Atari. An ambitious man. He broke away from Don Milano's family to start his own. That is never a good idea." Kenny rubs his chin and rips the picture in pieces. He opens his car, grabs his handbag and walks towards the back door of Frank's house. There is no lights on. Good. That means he's not home. He picks the lock of the back door and enters the house, walking silently and carefully to not trip in something since it's so dark inside. He looks in every room of the house and it is empty. Kenny looks at an old clock that Frank has on his home and it shows 20 45 pm. He hides on the darkest corner of the living room, grabs his syringe with animal tranquilizer and waits there for Frank.

 

Frank wasn't punctual but he eventually arrived at his house, Kenny could listen to him opening the door and getting in. He got up from where he was crouched and silently walked towards Frank who hadn't noticed Kenny's presence. Frank seems drunk and he's having problems fitting the key on the keyhole of the door, Kenny walks behind him and waits for him to turn. He finally manages to fit the key and close the door and when he turns, Kenny is there with his syringe in hands, he quickly injects Frank's neck with his animal tranquilizer and he falls on his knees and passes out.

 

Kenny quickly undresses Frank and leaves him naked on the floor while he grabs his handbag and pulls sheets of paper out of it, after that he turns his attention to the passed out man. Kenny drags him towards the kitchen table and places him on top of it, then he quickly wraps Frank's entire body in plastic, except his head. Now the man is restrained so he pulls a chair and sits, waiting for Frank to wake up.

 

"What the fuck?" Says Frank, whimpering. "What are you doing?"

 

"Oh, hello!" Kenny gets up from his chair and sends Frank a fake smile, the same one he sent to the Don's daughter. Kenny grabs his knife from his handbag and walks around the table, looking at Frank who seems desperate to get out. "Don't try that. No one ever got out of this."

 

"What do you want?" Frank asks Kenny.

 

"Your life, it seems." Kenny says and places his knife next to Frank's head. "It's nothing personal, just doing a hit for Don Milano. But I'm not much of a fan of the bang bang with guns you guys like so much."

 

Frank once again desperately tries to free himself but fails miserably. Kenny slaps him in the face then places his index finger on his forehead. He mouths "stop" and Frank calms down.

 

"So, this isn't personal. If it was I'd cut you in little pieces, put in plastic bags and throw you into the canal. But I have no quarrel with you so I'll just kill you and leave you here. Seems like Don Milano wanted me to leave a message to your friends."

 

Kenny grabs his knife and looks at Frank. "This is going to be messy. Just like my apartment." He quickly raises his knife and plunges it on Frank's heart. Blood drips from the wound and down the table. Kenny stares at Frank's eyes, watching the life leaving it. After a few seconds Frank was dead. Kenny pulled the knife out of his chest and cleaned it on the kitchen sink then placed it on his handbag, he closed it and grabbed Frank's keys, he opened the door and walked to his car to get back to his apartment and send word to Don Milano that the deed was done.

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Chris finished his sandwich and then smiled and nodded to everyone just before he departed the Don’s home.  He got to his car when he heard a voice telling him to get a new car.  He turned to look and saw Sophia and shook his head.  He waved to her as he got in and drove down the driveway to the gate and went to his apartment.  He knew that George was going t be at a club tonight.  He loved to frequent a certain place where the women liked to tease and for a few bucks please.  Chris walked into his apartment and made a call to Sticks and Whispers and had them meet him at his apartment.  When they arrived he asked them to go with him on a job and as they thought on it they agreed as they trusted Chris even though he didn't give them any real details.  

They got to the Club two hours before George did.  Sticks had been there several times and knew all the women there.  Sticks then started talking about some of them being in dept and pointed to a blonde and Chris looked at her and saw that she was in the picture with George.  Chris walked over to her and they talked for about a half hour.  When they were done Chris handed her some cash out of his pocket and then walked over to the table.  He told them to watch his back and be ready to shoot at anyone shooting at him.  Whispers was packing two 38’s and Sticks had a 1911.  Chris went upstairs and stayed gone for over an hour.  George walked in smiling with two of his men they were laughing and joking as they ordered drinks.  

George was having fun the men with him had a few drinks and they all started feeling loose.  George was talking with every woman that walked by from redheads to blondes and he enjoyed the title of playboy.  Then the blonde bombshell walked over after she completed a few dances and played with a customer.  She walked over to George but he didn't want to talk to her.  He had already dismissed her a week prior.  George then started talking to a brunette and decided that she was the one for him and as they chatted for an hour he was going up the stairs.  Gwen the blonde told Heather she could use her room.  Heather thanked her and took George upstairs Gwen room was bigger and cleaner as she was the top earner.  

When Heather walked into the room she sat on the bed and unzipped George’s paints and within seconds George was moaning with pleasure.  Chris slowly stepped out of the closet with his knife opened.  He reached across the neck of George and with a quick motions took of running out of the room.  The woman heard George gasping thinking he was happy then she heard the door close and notice blood on her hand and looked up.  George was holding his neck as blood was dripping rapidly from his hand.   Heather started screaming and as the sound of her Screams echoed through the place as Chris was half way down the steps he looked up towards the top of the steps as George’s men rushed past him.  Chris nodded to Sticks and Whispers as they stood up.  Chris shook his head and told them to wait.  When they sat down together they had pulled out their pistols and waited.  The two men carried George down the steps and Chris in a low voice said shit and as he stood Sticks and whispers stood all three firing at George and his two men.  Chris was firing two 1911’s Whispers two 38’s and Sticks his 1911.  George was dropped on his head as the two men took bullets as George caught a few himself.  When Chris and his men emptied their pistols they turned and walked away.  Chris looked at Gwen as she knew that if she wanted the rest of her money she had to ensure that no one could identify Chris and his two friends.  If someone did she had to inform Chris.  

Unfortunately Sticks was pointed out by several women he was sentenced 10-15 years but Chris was able to get him out after three.  Chris took care of Sticks family as if Sticks was home and when Sticks came out he had a nice payday and welcomed back into the fold.  It was this hit that got Chris his button a year later.   

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