My father called me in, I entered the room. There he sat with wife at his side.
"I ask you, Marcello Moretti, my son to be intitated into my line of occupation."
"Yes I respect your wishes." I said.
"Come back at seven sharp to get straightened out."
I walked to the door, and walked down the hall of our home. That's just the way it was, and it always would be.
I walked into the dinner room I was seated across from my father. A glass of wine in front of me.
"Do you wish to begin Marcello?" He asked.
"Yes." I put both hands on the table.
"You were baptized as a child, but now we must redo it."He said then spoke once more.
"Do you see the gun and knife?" He asked.
"Yes." I looked a dagger and a .38.
I saw him prick his finger with a pin, he squeezed it till a couple drops went down his finger.
"This blood means we are all family now. You must live by the gun and knife and you will die by it."
"Yes." I sat, and looked at the other memebers of the mob. About thirty nine maybe fourty seven.
"I see, we agree on our terms Marcello." He wiped off his finger.
"Of corse."
"I am stationing you and a couple of my men to expand our bussiness." I only nodded.
"I'll do it." I was excused.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was handsom enough, had muscles. Brown eyes, longish brown hair. Well they say beauty never lasts, my sixteen year old body could say otherwise. I haven't had any relationships before, never. No women, no men, nothing. I walked out after my shower, and layed down.
My father, mob boss, Maranzano. Who would ever think that.
I looked over at the window, it led to an outside thing or whatever. I looked at the stars coming into the sky. I closed my eyes, tomorrow I would be leaving. My family, my father, my mother.
A/N: Ponyboy might show up in the next chapter. But you'll never know till you review. HAHHA I'M EVIL!
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