As Franky stands on his apartment porch finishing his last cigarette, he recalls a nite that still sends waves of shock through his body. It was the nite he lost a friend,a teacher, and the most important of all; His father. It all began from a bad deal...

6:45 a.m

With the sound of his alarm clock buzzing with excitment Franky wakes from a sleepless nite. He sits up scratching his head looking out at the light post shining brightly in the crisp morning. As hes staring out the window he hears a faint noise, he digs in his pants pocket and pulls out his cell phone.

Franky: Hello?

Johnny: Franky, it's Jon. Where are you right now?

Franky: Well I just woke up. It's 7 in the morning whats going on?

Johnny: Well its the Ganza's. They are on the attack. We need to get a drug deal done and get your pops out of town.

Franky: Alright alright let me get my shit together and I'll meet you at the safe house in north Brooklyn.

Johnny: Alright Franky. Be safe getting over here. Word is is that one of their best hitters are after you.

Franky chuckles thinking of one of the hitman killing him.

Franky: No worries. I'll be there shortly.

After hearing the phone click Franky grabs his .45 glock off the counter in the kitchen and heads out the door to his 79 mustang. As hes driving to the safe house his mind is riddled with questions. Why would they attack now in this time of peace? Also why would they be attacking me and not my older brother. All these questions will be answered later that evening. After driving for 30 minutes he arrives at the safe house. Already there Johnny and his men have posted men outside and inside the house, prepared to give their life for Johnnies. Well thats the sort of enchantment my brother had on people. He once told are teacher that if she gave me and Johnny less homework each week that he'd go to her house,clean out her garden and then cut her grass. Franky walks up to the door and his brother Johnny comes out giving his brother an italian greeting.

Franky: Hey Johnny! Lets get inside so you can explain more onto what is happening.

Johnny: Alright, no worries. Would you like a drink to help calm your nerves?

Franky: Ehh Johnny my man, you know I can't drink

Johnny: Haha alright was just checkin yah man.

As the two brothers go inside Johnny pulls out a piece of paper. On it shows a number of names on the paper including bake account numbers. At that second Franky knows why his brother isn't being targeted.

Franky: Ehh so Johnny what's going on?

Johnny: Well, this is whats going down. In a matter of two hours your friend Ryan will arrive. He seems to have some brains and I think we could use him for this job. We'll get him and head to the bistro over on barrow street. That's where the 7 kilos are. We'll be driving two armored vans. We will then drive to the docks where a member of the Yakuza will be there waiting for the drugs. We will deliver and then from there head over to pop's and take him down to Chicago. Any questions?

Franky: Well since when did we do business with the Yakuza? They seem sketchy.

Johnny: We'll they got the money and we got the drugs, so lets say this is a little side business.

Franky: Ahh come on we can't hide this from Pop's. He'll see it as if we were going rogue and starting up are own crew.

Johnny: Don't worry what dad dosen't know wont kill him. Everything is taken care of,we'll take the drugs and deliver.

Franky: Alright Johnny Im trusting you.

*As they sit there listening to sinatra they hear a faint knock on the door. Johnny gets up with a sawed off shotgun in his hand and points over to the door. I get up and head over to the door. I in a shocked voice say:*

Franky: Who is it?

Ryan: Its me Ryan let me in!

I look at my brother and he nods, I then open the door to a red headed Irish man.

Franky: Hey there Ryan, how are you bud?

Ryan: Quite well,now lets get to the bistro and then to the Yakuza, I need to get home to take care of the baby, mary is sick with the flu and well, my mother can't take care of us that long.

Franky: I understand, lets get into the vans and get over there.

As the three head outside the two armored vans pull up infront of the house. The air is moist from the fallen rain the nite before. As I am stepping into the car I bump my head on the door and laugh to myself as my face turns red. When I shut the door the car zooms off heading towards the bistro that is 5 blocks away.

As Ryan nervously fingers his shoe lace I look towards him with a wide grin

Franky: Bet you never thought we'd get this far huh bud?

After looking up from his shoe lace he replies with a quiet voice

Ryan: Nope, Never would of thought we would.

As he goes to looking at his shoe lace again, we pull up to the bistro.

Johnny: Alright Ryan you stay here and Franky you come with me. Keep the side doors open.

As I step out I look behind me and see Ryan playing a sly smile on his face.I decide to look ahead. As I walk inside im greeted by the smell of fresh meat. I look around looking at sausages, pepperoni, and hams that line the walls. Johnny pats me on the face smiling and points down to the basement. As we head down were greeted by the store owner and he pulls away a tarp. Under it is the kilo's of cocaine we would later that evening sell to the Yakuza. We order several of the body guards to move the cocaine up stairs and into the van. When its done unloading they get into the van and drive off.

Johnny:In no later than an hour we should get alot of money for this cocaine.

Franky: Alright sounds good to me.

Ryan: Yeah I need some cash for the wife, She's been needing some new clothes for awhile now.

As they go up to the docks they see 4 blacked out cars parked in a semi circle. As they pull up members of the Yakuza gang get out of the vans and stand there holding automatic rifles.

Johnny: Well heres my friends, I have Franky as promised and 7 kilos. I hope you can bind him yourself cause he may try to run.

At that moment I knew the son that my father had adopted was turning his back on me my father and the whole family. I stood there aw struck at what was about to happen. As I stood there I felt the glock that was in my belt get pulled out and my hands were at that secong getting tied up.

Franky: What the fuck's going on Johhny? Were brothers. What about the love we gave you?

Johnny: Fuck love, All you need in this life is money and drugs. Thats all you need.

As I am standing there staring at my brother I hear the whiz of a bullet go by my ear and hear it thud in my brother. Everything was in slow motion as I saw the bullet hit him and he then falling backwards onto the ground. Then me throwing my hands up and running for cover behind the van as the Yakuza and my brothers men opened fire at each other. As the sounds of bullets roar I hear the faint sound of police sirens in the distance. As I look around I found my glock that just moments ago before the betrayal,the death of my brother,and most importantly the sanity of all the people there was thrown out the window, was carelessly thrown under the van, in which I picked it up leaned over the front of the van and began firing at the armed Yakuza. One of the Yakuza members spotted me and begins to fire at my position. As the feel of burning metal hit me in the arm I fall backwards onto the cold pavement. I regain my senses, stand up and run. After I get away from the mess I hear the police sirens zoom past me towards where the bloodshed is at. I grimace as the pain in my arm settles in finaly realizing I was shot and in all truth never been shot before. As I am running on the street periodically taking a breath I see a piece of metal and head over. I then start to cut the rope that bound my hands together. Finally after 5 minutes of sawing it breaks. I see a pay phone near a gas station and head over. I dial the person that tought me everything, From when I was little till now. My Godfather.

Franky: God, is that you Godfather Ramos?

GF: Yes yes, what is the matter?

Franky: Iv'e been shot and the Ganza's are on their way to kill my father. My brother Johnny is dead and the Yakuza are out for blood. Is there a way for you to send one of your men to take me to my fathers?

In the sound of the phone Franky hears something he dosen't want to hear. He hears the sound of gunshots and the hysterical yell of the Godfather's wife. Franky lets the phone drop and he slowly sits down tears filling his eyes. As he sits there holding his head he hears a voice on the phone, someone familiar.

Franky: Hello?

Ryan: Well it seems you escaped but Godfather Ramos will be sleeping with the fishes tonite, along with his wife. Looks like all you have left is your father, and well the Ganza's will be there shortly.

Franky: Why would you do this? You of all people?

Ryan: Franky Franky Franky. You are so naive. I am doing this for the Yakuza and the Ganza's. They have payed me fully. More than what you and your family has given me. Goodbye Franky, I hope you know how to run.

At the sound of click on the other line Franky stands up and notices a car running with noone in the driver seat. Franky walks over looks around and opens the car door sitting in the driver seat. His mind is racing upon what he should do. He decides to head to his fathers. As he pulls up into his fathers drive way he sees the house on fire. He jumps out of the car and runs to the door. There lying cold, is his mother and father.

9:04 p.m

As he heads back inside his apartment his arm bleeding pulls out his glock. He then sits down on his bed. He looks up to the ceiling hoping for a miracle. Instead he feels the cold feel of the barrel to his forehead and at a split second he remembers a child hood memory of him at the age of 5 his brother the age of 12,his mother,and his father at the family house in venice. They had all finished eating dinner and his father was singing a song from the old days. In that split second the bullet would pierce his skin and would lodge itself in his skull.

The end.

Sorry for some of the grammar, and mispelling. I was quite high when I created this and well it seemed to come out well.