People often have asked me as I have ranked to Don, what is is like to be a mafia woman let alone a leader. What a question, so many variants go into the answer.
Alessia rests her chin on her hands and a faraway gaze comes into her eyes as she stops speaking for a few minutes.
I remember hearing stories as a little girl in Sicily, my grandfather and father would tell me as we walked the vineyards or sat on the porch before bedtime. Stories of the women of our family who seem always compelled to go to this new world when grown, leaving behind their families. Of course I knew from very young, our vineyards were not our real business but that was not spoken of to me until I was almost grown. But I knew, oh yes I knew. I heard the hushed conversations between my grandfather and father, the ones with men who hung around us wherever we went, the respect and fear in the eyes of the townspeople.
I remember one of the men in particular, Giuseppe who always seemed to understand that all this was intimidating sometimes, he'd always have a joke or a piece of candy or a toy for me in the car. Then one day, my father says I was 6, we were driving with Guiseppe at the wheel when suddenly the windows were being shattered and it sounded like fireworks going off. My father pushed me to the floor under him but it all seemed like slow motion, as my father was pushing me forward and down onto the floor, I heard another firecracker sound and the back of Giovanni's head exploded all over me. I don't remember much after that of that day but I missed my friend and feeling safe with my grandfather's big men was a thing of the past.
When I turned 16, my father took me into see my grandfather in his bedroom, he had been sick for quite a while. I knelt by the bed and kissed his ring then felt his hand caressing my cheek. "Ahh, my little Alessia, all grown up. You know Sicilian tradition, it is time for you to meet your future husband with whose family we've had an arrangement since you were born. Will you please this old man unlike his daughter, your mother, and do this?" I looked up at my father who nodded at me, so I promised my nonno and kissed him on both cheeks before leaving the room.
My nonno died that night which caused me to understand my father's wish for me to tell him I would follow Sicilian tradition. He died peacefully in his sleep believing that one female in his family would stay out of the business tho marrying into it. My father knew differently. He often said to me "La mia figlia, siete la replica della vostra madre", he knew I would once again as a female of this family move to the new world and take my place amongst the business men and women there as my mother and many generations past had done. |
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For a while my muscles stay relaxed yet on the brink of ripping my shirt apart. I seem to be touched by the happenings in the life of my great, and forever leader.
Gee boss, that was touching. Imma try to make my own biography once I rise to the top once again and gain everyone's respect. |
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PioIo taps the back of the Macho Man
You can do it! Aysus! |
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although PioIo was respectably built pretty good, and his tap on the macho man's back sounded a loud clap, the macho man barely felt it. Only noticed his old friend when he turned around.
THANK YOU. AYSUS... |
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It's always good to hear of people's beginnings and how they made their start, this is no different, good stuff. |
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PioIo was very happy that he almost jump
Thanks Macho Man, I feel strong. :) |
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Excellent read, ma'm. I'm hoping that you aren't just teasing with the "Part I", and that there'll be more in this vein to come. Assuming so, I'm very much looking forward to it. |
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It was a pleasure to read this, cant wait to read more. |
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Sits down with Alessia and listens to her
Such a harsh way to learn of our way of life... |
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The macho man lifts up a chair with his pinky and places it into the table where alessia has been seated.
"Harsh indeed. Harsh." |
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Interesting read. I look forward to the follow up. |
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Touching; people underestimate the childs mind... and to rise to the top out of such a background- well done, boss. |
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