American Decent

Everything on the streets was under control as much as it could of course was a lie made up by the police to make the citizens feel safe. Crimes were always being committed, people were always getting killed, and who could blame them in the city that never sleeps. There's a new danger on the rise, and it's making itself very obvious as a problem

Mini Prologue

"Never show anger at slight,tell respect from everyone by deeds,not the members of your blood your Father,your Mother,

your Sister but beware of Loving any other woman than your Wife. And a Wife was a woman who bore your Children. And once that happened to you, your life was forfeit to give them their daily bread"

― Mario Puzo

Who ever knows how things start. One thing happens, and another follows suit. Sometimes there are things you can't escape from. Problems that can't be solved. Mysteries that can't be unraveled, and bullet's that can never be shot. There is always something hidden from sight. A small detail that could reveal everything.

I was like all the rest at first, then I was I was stricken with something I never expected. A feeling, an emotion that consumed my life. I was helpless and fell pray to it. It all started one day ona fall afternoon. That's when it all started….

Chapter One: The Mysterious Italians of Sangue Bar

Tuesday October 8th, 1958

The air was smoky and thick in the Sangue Bar, as was every other bar in the city though. . This particular place was new. Not open for very long, but had grown popularity as of late due to the fact that it was run purely by two brothers. They were twins, but were very different from one another. They ran the place though. There was no one else, just them.

The place was rather old. The bar stools were covered in a dark green velvety fabric. Dark woods adorned the space: the chairs, bar, even some of the tables included. The twins were kind enough to keep open a room in the back for the privileged of course. Very few people knew what was hidden behind the kitchen doors, and they were careful to let it be found.

They seemed innocent, but everyone in the bar never gave them any trouble. A dark sense of bloodlust seemed to wash over the bar when trouble was near. Most people didn't like them themselves saying they were no good, but no matter what everyone went to the bar. There was one rule about the bar. You never stay past 10 at night. After that the bar was reserved for the criminals on the run. The mafia bosses. The snipers looking for a job. Hitmen. Assassins. You name it, they were there with the exception of the real police of course.

Tonight was different though. A full moon hung in the air hidden by layers of clouds. A thin layer of mist hung over the streets as a set of nice Stacy Adams tapped along the streets. The clock had just hit 10 as the street was eerie quiet except the slight buzzing of noise from the bar. A tall man wearing a fine pressed suit, and those Stacy Adam's to match walked in the little bell ringing with a chime as the bar fell silent. The man took a seat on one of the old bar stools lined with the dark green fabric. The twins looked to each other briefly not a word spoken as the elder twin walked over to the man.

"What do ya need?"The twin asked fixing his hair looking over the man.

"I think I need to speak with Venie. Any suggestions on where to find the bastard?" He asked.

"Depends got any spare nuggets?"He asked raising an eyebrow.

"I'll do that later then,"The man put a bright smile on his face as the twin looked his over taking notice of his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes to match. He looked at the others glasses suit. A rather drunk man stumbled over sitting next to the man in glasses.

"Hey Feli get your ass over here and get me another beer!"The drunken man slurred. Feliciano was the younger twin of the other older twin Lovino. They tended to be inseparable and Lovino always stuck up for his little brother.

"You better shut up you idiota,"Lovino hissed at the drunk man watching him with narrow eyes.

"Oh come on Lovi! You know I wouldn't touch your brother! Besides I'd much rather see your ass than his,"The man howled with laughter as Lovino tightened his grip on the glass he had been drying. Feliciano came over setting down a water for him.

"I don't believe I'm going to give you any more beer Mr. Beilschmidt,"Feliciano just smiled softly at him before turning and walking away.

"So this had been the place you've been hanging out at Gil,"The blonde chuckled a slight smile across his face.

"Ja, this is the place let's move to a table it's more comfortable, plus I'll be less likely to fall!" Just as Gilbert said that he fell from the stool and Feliciano rushed over helping him.

"Be careful Gilbert!'Feliciano helped Gilbert up before turning to the other man. "I don't think you've introduced us Gil!"

"Hello I'm Alfred F. Jones,"The blonde man intro duced as he held out his hand for Feliciano to shake. He did just that.

"Pleasure to meet you I'm Feliciano Var-"A cloth hit him in the face interrupting him."Lovi! What was that for! That was mean,"He exclaimed the clothes still on his face as Alfred pulled it off for him handing it back to Feli. Alfred just chuckled.

"Grazie,"He thanked Alfred as his brother came around.

"So you're the man I've been hearing stuff about,"Lovino muttered crossing his arms taking the cloth from his brother.

"I guess I am. I don't keep up much with all the rumors about me on the streets, I only keep up with the ones I need to know," he explained briefly.

"Got any new little rumors for us then?" Feliciano asked a small smile across his face.

"Well I have rumors that the Italian mafia is under new management. They're on the rise too," Alfred explained briefly thinking his hands in his pockets.

"Anything else?" Lovino asked this time.

"Well the police are currently doing nothing about anything, but that's pretty normal," Alfred shrugged some. He moved to sit down at a table Gilbert joining him.

"OK well what would you like to drink?" Feliciano asked smiling brightly at him as Lovino returned to his spot behind the bar.

"I don't drink that much so I'll just have some beer,"He said softly. Feliciano nodded walking away to go get him some. Gilbert leaned over to Alfred.

"Those Italian Brothers have really nice asses. Don't you think?" Gilbert whispered to him. Alfred shrugged as they both watched Feliciano having to grab a stool to reach a wine bottle for a different customer. Lovino was looking at him trying to get him to get down faster.

"They're definitely amusing," Alfred mused chuckling looking at the twins.

"You could say that again,"Gilbert chuckled. "They never say anything about them though. They're so mysterious."

"The mysterious Italians. I wouldn't have to come here again to have to guess that they were,"Alfred responded as Feliciano came back over with his beer setting it down in front of him.

"There you go!" Feliciano smiled walking off.

Hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! It was lots of fun writing it. This is one of the stories I've been working on for a bit, and I have the next coupld of chapters written but I'm going to wait to post them! Don't forget to leave a review as well, I really appreciate them! Please favorite and follow this story, and if you would like to read more of my stories follow me!

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