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Ok well we all or at least most of us have one of those cousins or nephews that aren't known for making the best decisions, and also getting into trouble(the real reckless type). Although nevertheless we love'em don't get me wrong, and their father was a Capo(rest his soul) so eventually everyone knows that he'll would like to try his hand at the business. And you and your siblings wanna encourage them but in the back of your mind your kinda thinking I'm not sure what kinda trouble they'll create for the family, but you do anyways and give'em the benefit of the doubt. Well my nephew Steven(fingers) T. has that type mentality and he just turned mafioso the other month. I was kinda proud as every uncle should be but from the events soon to fallow I found that the feeling of being proud probably wouldn't have be the best way to describe it.
So I come to pick him up early last Sunday morning, and mind you I told him that we had things to take care of and I be there bright and early. I show up and what do you know, this kid is piss drunk and not presentable to go anywhere. I tell him "Get up, we aren't Bums in this family so do act like one", I get him cleaned up, sobered up and out of the house into the soothing Philly weather we had morning. Took him to the finest suit store i could find and made him look presentable. After i took him out to eat so I could talk business with him and show him some ropes.
He seemed as though he was acknowledging the piece of mind I was trying to instill in him. I made sure to tell him "You need to stop hanging out with those Bums Stevie", "What Bums, uncle Invisus?" he replied with a puzzled look on his face. I said "Don't play dumb with me kid, those scoundrels you were out getting wasted last night", "They are all a bunch of Bums, and they don't have no respect", "Those are the type of friends that'll just get you in trouble". And he's a good kid, but I knew that he wasn't gonna listen. So I went over the ropes about moving drugs and sent him on his way. But before i left I said "Make sure you stay out of trouble kid, You're no Bum so don't act like one", "And tell your mom that I'll be visiting you guys tomorrow night, if you need anything kid give me a call".
That night I was out playing cards with a couple of the guys and as you guessed it my phone rings. "Uncle! I don't know what to do, the blood, its everywhere!", "What? Slow down kid I dont know what you're talking about". I excuse myself from the guys and tell'em I'll be back, and that I gotta take care of something. "Now slow down kid, tell me whats going on" I tell him as i start my car. "Where are you kid?" He tells me and I start heading over there. He begins to tell me that he was out with those Bums partying and carrying on last night. I guess it was one of the Bums birthdays so they were out running a muck. He then tells me that once they had gotten drunk that one of those little punks pulls out a gun and suggest they should try out a robbery. So they got in their car and drove around until they found what they assumed to be and easy target, which turned out to be a prostitute. Not thinking first they jump out grab the girl and start demanding money from the her while pointing the gun in her face. Well as everyone who uses their brain knows prostitutes have pimps, and as soon they do that the pimp runs out and starts shooting. Hits one of the kids and misses killing the prostitute. The pimp continues to shot at them as they speed off.
I arrive to the hotel, that he said they'd be and knock on the door. One of the Bums answers, I push him out of the way and make my way in. One of the kids pulls the gun out and says to me "Hey, what the hell are you doing and who the hell are you?!" But before he could finish talking I grabbed his gun pushed him against the wall and firmly press mine to his forehead. "You idiots, I don't know what you fucks use for brains but you surely screwed this situation!" As soon as that happened one of the kids informed the other that I was Stevie's uncle. And they said he's in the bathroom. I open the door and the kid looked so lost and scared. "Uncle, is that you?" he said. He was the kids who got shot... |
