The black-furred spider took a drag from his lit cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the open air. From the tenement he had commandeered as a hideout for his crew and himself, his eight eyes gazed out of the window. Ever since he arrived in Hell in 1949, it seemed like every single day required the family to go to the mattresses. To avoid detection, they had acquired several tenements, old abandoned hotels, and apartment buildings in various areas of the city. Every couple of weeks, they would switch locations with another crew, ensuring there was no permanent residence for any rival gang to trace. The crews took shifts to rest, remaining vigilant and alert for signs of enemy activity.
In Hell, the concern for death was not the same as when they were alive. Hellbound souls could endure being shot, stabbed, and subjected to various other injuries, knowing they would reform again. However, their immortality had its limitations, as they could still be permanently taken out if struck by an angelic-based weapon. The ongoing wars among different crime factions remained costly in both money and lives.
Though angelic weaponry proved useful, it came with a steep price and was challenging to obtain due to its high demand on the black market. Items like Holy Bullets and Blessed Tipped Rifles had to be used sparingly and reserved for high-profile targets. Even then, extreme caution was necessary, as certain strategic kills could end conflicts, while other erasures could lead to further wars among the gangs. The delicate balance of power and the scarcity of angelic weapons made every decision regarding its use a critical one.
Due to the boundless nature of existence in Hell, the Ragno family had experienced unprecedented growth compared to their living days. They had managed to reunite and integrate various family members who had been lost during the numerous conflicts and criminal endeavors in the world of the living. Uncles and cousins who had fallen victim to the wars and vendettas between families before the Cosa Nostra was even established found their place once more within the family's fold. Some were originally affiliated with the Camorra, the Neapolitan Mafia Syndicate, or the NDrangheta, the Calabrian Syndicate, long before Don Ragno arrived in New York as a teenager.
With the establishment of a new commission, Henrico Ragno had finally achieved his long-desired goal - to mirror the power and influence of the Five Families of New York after the Castellammarese War. Nevertheless, Arackniss couldn't help but question whether this accomplishment was truly worth the immense cost they had paid along the way. The ever-expanding empire in Hell had come at a steep price, leaving him pondering the true worth of their newfound dominance.
The original Five Families that emerged after the end of the feud between Masseria and Maranzano were undeniably dangerous individuals who commanded respect and fear. Their power and influence were rightfully earned through cunning, ruthlessness, and strategic maneuvers. In contrast, Henrico Ragno's ascent to become a Mafia Don followed a different path, more akin to that of a schoolyard bully. He ruled with an iron fist, instilling fear in those who aligned themselves with him, whether they were family members or associates. Even his own children were not spared from his intimidating tantrums.
In many ways, Henrico Ragno was likened to the notorious Al Capone, not only due to his Neapolitan heritage but also because of his outward arrogance and refusal to seek political protection or cover. Ragno's public demeanor and demeanor mirrored that of the infamous gangster, making him a prominent figure with a reputation to be reckoned with. However, unlike the respected and strategic leaders of the original Five Families, Ragno's rule was marked by fear and brute force, earning him both loyalty and opposition within the criminal underworld.
Upon receiving the respectful dismissals from the various Dons in written correspondence, Don Ragno's fury knew no bounds. The words taunted him, reminding him that as a man from the Campania region, he had no business meddling in Sicilian affairs. They suggested that if he desired friendship, he could be welcomed as an asset during times of upheaval, but if not, he should consider leaving and seeking his criminal empire elsewhere. The message was clear - he was an outsider in their world, and his ambitions might lead to his downfall.
The words stung like a venomous bite, fueling Don Ragno's anger and determination. He was not one to be dismissed or underestimated. Instead of backing down, the rejection only fueled his thirst for power and respect. Ragno vowed to prove his worth and show these Sicilian Dons that he was not to be taken lightly. His ambitions burned even brighter, and he knew he had to forge his own path, even if it meant defying the traditional power structures of the Sicilian mafia. With his family by his side, he set out to build an empire that would rival even the most established crime families. The rejection only fueled his determination to succeed, and he was willing to take whatever risks necessary to make his mark in the criminal underworld.
True to the foretold views, the Ragno Family's legacy took a tragic turn. It began with the loss of a caporegime within their crime family, Luca Celani, who disappeared during a deadly clash with a rival family. His lifeless body was found slumped in his car, a photo of himself and Anthony Ragno together at a café placed beside him.
As World War II loomed, many younger members of the family either enlisted or were drafted into service, including Don Ragno's own sons. However, the Don managed to pull some strings and have some of them discharged. Anthony was sent back to New York after revealing his homosexuality during a medical evaluation, which the authorities deemed unfit for combat. Enzo passed his evaluation but was discharged later due to suspicions of psychopathy and homicidal tendencies. Enzo remained unsure whether this was the genuine evaluation or a result of their father's influence.
The war took its toll on those who couldn't be spared, like Cousin Jose, who had chosen to join the frontlines despite Pops offering to help him avoid battle. Tragically, Jose did not return as the hero he had boasted about, but in a body bag, having taken his own life during the war.
Those who did return from the war were deeply scarred, their souls burdened with the horrors they had witnessed and endured. However, the struggles did not end there. Two years after the war's conclusion, Don Ragno's youngest son, Anthony, succumbed to a drug overdose, a sad reflection of his troubled and addictive past with cocaine.
The Ragno Family's once-promising legacy was now overshadowed by loss, tragedy, and the lasting impact of war and addiction. The family faced a future fraught with uncertainty as they navigated through the aftermath of these devastating events.
Henrico Ragno's performance as the grieving father earned him sympathy and condolences from the community and other New York families. However, for Lorenzo and his younger sister, Molly, it was evident that it was all a facade. They saw through his act, recognizing that it was merely a public display to hide his underlying satisfaction that a dark secret had been silenced.
In the days following Anthony's funeral, Molly, the only daughter of the Ragno family, made a bold decision to sever all ties with her surviving blood relatives. She left without a trace, cutting off all contact with them. Before departing, she confronted her living brother, Lorenzo, with harsh parting words:
"I will never forgive Pops for what he has done. Il mio gemello (My twin) may have died from an overdose, but Pops has always despised Anthony for not living up to the son he wanted him to be. As for you, Fratello Maggiore…I hope you come to truly understand the profound loneliness our brother felt. I hope you can truly grasp the feeling of being alone, it's only then that I will find it in my heart to forgive you."
Two years after Anthony's tragic demise, Lorenzo Ragno found himself serving as the acting boss while his father languished in Riker's Island prison for his involvement in the narcotics trade. As he delved into the family's business accounts, he discovered the shocking truth about his father's incompetence as a businessman. The Italian Imports company, which served as a cover for their illicit dealings, was in shambles. The records did not add up, and the business was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Lorenzo faced a dilemma - he could see no way of salvaging the business on his own. However, he had a daring idea. Despite the tense relations between their family and the other crime families, he considered reaching out to them for assistance. It was a dangerous move, as showing weakness or vulnerability could be seen as an invitation for attack or a power grab by rivals. But he was running out of options and knew that desperate times called for desperate measures.
With a heavy heart and a sense of trepidation, Lorenzo carefully devised a plan to approach the other families. He hoped that they might be willing to offer support or partnership to keep the Italian Imports company afloat and restore some semblance of financial stability. Indeed, the task of salvaging the family business and restoring their reputation was much more challenging than Lorenzo had initially hoped. His father's actions had burned too many bridges with the other families, and gaining their respect and support seemed like an insurmountable task. Being only an acting boss also weakened his position, leaving some Capos questioning his authority and loyalty.
Lorenzo understood that any offer of assistance from the other families might come with hidden agendas. They would likely seize the opportunity to further weaken the Ragno Family and claim their territory and assets. The risk of accepting their help was too great, as it could ultimately lead to the downfall of the Ragno Family.
On the other hand, sticking with the family business seemed futile, as it was beyond repair and on the verge of bankruptcy. The loyalty of some Capos was wavering, and the odds of success in rebuilding the empire from its current state were slim.
Choosing to leave New York and start anew elsewhere could be seen as an act of cowardice by some members of the family. However, it might be a strategic retreat to regroup, gain strength, and eventually return to reclaim what was lost. Lorenzo knew that he needed time, distance, and a fresh start to rebuild the family's reputation and power.
Ultimately, it was a difficult decision for Lorenzo to make - stay and fight a seemingly unwinnable battle or leave and face the judgment of his fellow Capos. Either way, the future of the Ragno Family hung in the balance, and the path he chose would determine its fate.
With a heavy heart and a sense of determination, Lorenzo decided to embark on a journey of exploration, traveling to different cities to find a suitable place to rebuild the Ragno Family's legacy. Chicago, once under Capone's rule, now presented an opportunity with his outfit gone. There were also other cities like Detroit, Vegas, Reno, San Francisco, and Los Angeles, each holding potential for a fresh start.
Lorenzo knew that this transition would not happen overnight. He needed to carefully assess each city's prospects, lay down groundwork, and establish crucial connections. The path ahead was uncertain, and he understood the risks involved in leaving New York. However, he believed that this strategic retreat was necessary to regroup, rebuild, and ultimately return stronger.
As he navigated through the shadows of these new territories, Lorenzo began to see opportunities and potential allies. He knew that gaining a foothold in a new city would be no easy task, but he was willing to do whatever it took to ensure the survival and resurgence of the Ragno Family. He wanted to ensure that his plans were well thought out before making any moves. Once he had laid the groundwork and established a solid foundation, he would return to New York to inform the family of the change and rally their support.
The road ahead was challenging, but Lorenzo was determined to rebuild the Ragno Family's legacy, proving that they were far from defeated. With each step he took, he was closer to reshaping their future and reclaiming the power and respect they once held in the criminal underworld.
Lorenzo's decision to leave New York and rebuild in a different city weighed heavily on him. He knew that announcing his plans openly could risk discord among the other Caporegime, who were still fiercely loyal to Don Ragno. They might interpret his departure as abandonment, threatening the unity of the family and their businesses.
Given the delicate situation, Lorenzo kept his intentions carefully concealed from the rest of the family. He understood the potential consequences of his actions and the need to maintain secrecy. The only person he confided in directly was Umberto Andreioli, his father's trusted Caporegime. Andreioli had been a close friend of Henrico Ragno and was both a godfather and uncle to all three of Don Ragno's children. The depth of their relationship and trust ensured that Lorenzo had found someone he could confide in without fear of betrayal.
As the two men discussed the plans in hushed tones, Lorenzo shared his intentions with Andreioli. He outlined the cities he was considering and the opportunities he had identified. Andreioli listened attentively, offering his advice and support without hesitation. He understood the gravity of the situation and respected Lorenzo's need for secrecy.
With Andreioli as his confidant, Lorenzo felt a sense of relief, knowing that he had someone he could trust during this critical phase of their family's journey. Together, they carefully mapped out the details of the transition, taking into account the potential challenges and risks they might face. Their bond grew even stronger as they worked towards rebuilding the Ragno Family's future.
In the shadows of their clandestine planning, Lorenzo felt a newfound sense of hope. With Andreioli by his side, he believed they could navigate the treacherous waters ahead and lay the groundwork for a brighter and stronger future for the Ragno Family.
The plan had been simple: he would visit Detroit, Philly, Cleveland, Chicago, San Louis, and then further west to Vegas, Reno, San Francisco, and LA to explore potential business opportunities before turning around and making a stop in Boston before returning to New York. While commercial air travel was available, he opted to take the train on this journey. It would give him the space and time needed to think about his next course of action, and it would allow him to keep in contact with Andreioli, who was acting in command during his absence.
Unfortunately, during the trip, tragedy struck as the train derailed. The last conscious memory Enzo Ragno had was of several tons of metal and steel engulfing him in a fatal embrace.
Arackniss paused his thoughts as his phone rang, and the name display showed a single name: "Vina." He closed his eyes briefly, trying to collect his thoughts before turning his attention back to the window. He tuned out the shrill scream coming from his phone, just as he was tuning out the boisterous laughter coming from the crew of men playing poker a few Vina, formerly known as Corrina DeNatale, had been Arackniss's wife long ago. She was the only child of a Mafia Chief, and Don Ragno sought an alliance with their family. Don DeNatale agreed to the alliance, but on the condition that one of Don Ragno's sons would marry her. Henrico Ragno promptly introduced his eldest son as a potential match, given that he was the only son of a marriageable away. He had nothing to say to her and had wanted nothing to do with her ever since she had arrived in Hell.
Vina, formerly known as Corrina DeNatale, had been Arackniss's wife long ago. She was the only child of a Mafia Chief, and Don Ragno sought an alliance with their family. Don DeNatale agreed to the alliance, but on the condition that one of Don Ragno's sons would marry her. Henrico Ragno promptly introduced his eldest son as a potential match, given that he was the only son of a marriageable age.
Neither Corrina nor Lorenzo had been enthused with the idea of being together. They were allowed to court each other, with the belief that they would eventually grow to accept each other as husband and wife, even though their relationship was arranged in all respects.
Corrina had only agreed to the marriage because she was expected to marry a man of Italian descent who could benefit their family's interests. Lorenzo, on the other hand, accepted her hand because it was the only way he could finally leave his father's household. His father had used his power to buy several buildings around their home, and among their next-door neighbors were Andreioli and his late wife, Sabina. The other buildings housed apartments and homes belonging to the blood relatives of their crime family. Only three houses were left empty with the intent of being wedding gifts for Henrico's sons and daughter when they married.
He would only be across the street from the Brownstone he shared with his father and younger brother, but he would finally be out from under his father's roof. Although he wasn't subjected to their father's rages as much as Anthony was, he had still faced his share of abuse. Don Rango often viewed any question about his judgments or authority as an insult, and he responded with pain and torture, earning him the moniker "The Wolf" for his ruthless nature. Those who risked his anger were left butchered and bleeding, as if attacked by an animal.
As his sons, Anthony and himself, were expected to uphold and maintain their father's reputation, they had to be careful with their actions to avoid undermining the Ragno Family's operations or revealing any areas of weakness. Enzo often played the role of the loyal and obedient son, trying to avoid the belt or facing beatings under one of Henrico's drunken rages. He would stay quiet and unobtrusive about his father's orders or edicts and would stand guard outside his father's study while he heard his own brother suffer under the Don's wrath. He felt guilty for allowing this to happen but would make excuses in his mind, convincing himself that Anthony had deserved it. Enzo believed that if his brother had been a better son, perhaps their father wouldn't have felt the need to punish him for his perceived failures.
There was one moment, however, when Molly had interfered, breaking through the mask of self-denial, and revealing the true monster their father was. In that moment, Enzo could no longer shield himself from the harsh reality.
One of the reasons he took that fateful train trip was to prepare himself for some difficult decisions. The first and foremost was regarding his father, Don Ragno. Enzo knew that Don Ragno would not be pleased that his eldest and most obedient son had moved their family business out of New York instead of fighting to reclaim what they believed was rightfully theirs. To ensure a smooth transition, a few of the caporegime would be left in New York to build crime families of their own, creating valuable allies for their eventual return.
Enzo understood that striking out at the other families to maintain the business rackets they had carved out in the city would only lead to conflict and possibly ignite a war they couldn't win. The Ragno Family didn't have the financial resources or manpower needed for such a confrontation. The best course of action was to rebuild their operations away from New York, establishing themselves in a new territory.
Once they were firmly established, Enzo planned to reach out to the other families in the commission and offer an olive branch to settle old debts and grievances. This approach would demonstrate their willingness to coexist peacefully and work together for the betterment of all parties involved. Enzo hoped that by taking this path, they could avoid unnecessary bloodshed and foster a sense of unity among the families. It was a risky endeavor, but Enzo believed it was the best way to ensure the survival and prosperity of the Ragno Family in the changing landscape of organized crime.
The other difficult decision Enzo had to confront was regarding his marriage to Corrina. Their relationship had been cordial, but there was no true love or connection that could sustain their marriage. As a Roman Catholic, divorce was heavily frowned upon, making it a complicated situation. The sole purpose of the marriage with Don DeNatale was to secure an alliance with the Ragno Family.
Divorcing Corrina without careful consideration would undoubtedly offend Don DeNatale, even if he couldn't directly interfere in their marriage. Don DeNatale knew that his daughter was not happy in the relationship, but she had been a loyal wife and devoted mother to their sons. Enzo hoped that the older man might understand that he was considering the well-being of his daughter and grandsons in making this decision. Enzo wanted to ensure that they were taken care of, even if the marriage ended.
Perhaps, if Enzo approached it with tact and sincerity, Don DeNatale could be open to the idea of maintaining the alliance without the marriage being in place. Alternatively, if the alliance had to be dissolved, Enzo hoped the two families could part on amicable terms, recognizing that their shared interests were still important even without the marital bond. It was a delicate matter that required careful handling and consideration of everyone involved.
Ever since he learned that Corrina had ended up in Hell, Enzo had been avoiding any contact with her. The mere thought of seeing or talking to her brought him immense pain, reminding him of how he had failed his children. Even worse were the feelings of guilt over how he had let down his own siblings. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made different choices, taken different paths, maybe things would have turned out better for all of them.
The weight of the past haunted him, and he carried the burden of his actions and inactions heavily. Enzo couldn't shake the regret and the what-ifs that consumed him. He knew he had to confront these feelings, but it was easier to keep his distance from Corrina and the memories she represented.
As he let out a breath through his nostrils, Enzo closed his eyes, allowing his mind to drift back to memories of a past he had carefully walled off long ago.
April 1st 1913
Lorenzo covered his ears with his hands, desperately trying to drown out the piercing screams of agony coming from his mother. The last few months had been a bewildering and arduous journey for the young boy. It all began in the previous fall when his mother started feeling unwell. She frequently battled with inexplicable headaches and persistent fatigue, leaving Lorenzo struggling to make sense of it all. Even her favorite indulgences like the freshly baked ciabatta bread from Franseze's bakery down the street or the enticing aroma of Calabrian chili peppers sizzling in the kitchen now triggered waves of nausea and discomfort in her.
It was during the Thanksgiving Feast, a time of gathering and celebration for the family. Maria Ragno, Lorenzo's mother, rose from her seat with a radiant smile, revealing a secret she had been harboring – she was expecting another child. Warm congratulations reverberated around the assembled relatives and friends. However, amidst the cheer, her husband's countenance remained stern and unyielding, a stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere. As for Lorenzo, he observed his mother's announcement with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, struggling to grasp the concept of "expecting another child."
Once the guests had departed, the atmosphere shifted. Lorenzo's grandmother gently guided him to his room, creating a space for privacy as his father voiced his discontent about the prospect of another mouth to feed. As time flowed on, Maria's abdomen swelled, a testament to the life growing within her. The men of the family, as well as their associates from a mysterious venture his father never discussed openly, engaged in hushed conversations. On Enzo's journeys to the store or accompanying his mother to clinic appointments, he overheard these exchanges. Their discussions often revolved around Maria's expanding belly, a topic that seemed to captivate their attention.
Whispers floated on the air like fragile feathers, conversations tinged with intrigue surrounding the undeniable growth of Maria's abdomen. Some remarks marveled at the sheer size of her swelling stomach, while others reveled in playful conjecture about the gender of the forthcoming addition, using the contours of her protruding midsection as a foundation for their guesses.
The relentless stream of well-intentioned adults bombarded Lorenzo's patience. Their probing questions assaulted him like a relentless barrage: How did he feel about the prospect of becoming a big brother? Was he eagerly anticipating the responsibilities that lay ahead? Did he think he had what it took to navigate the challenges of an older sibling? These questions became an incessant refrain, looping endlessly. But they never delved into the cavernous spaces of his own unvoiced inquiries: Why was this sudden mantle of big brother thrust upon him without consultation? Did his feelings and opinions matter at all in this grand scheme?
A storm of frustration brewed within him, stoked by the glaring lack of consideration for his emotions and autonomy. The adults treated him as though he were a mere bystander in his own life, oblivious to the complexities of his thoughts and sentiments. He simmered with resentment, the chasm between their inquisitiveness and his unanswered doubts growing ever wider. Why had no one thought to ask him if he even desired the mantle of a big brother?
Lorenzo's encounters with his infant cousins had done little to ignite his enthusiasm. He struggled to grasp the allure of these diminutive, unattractive, and often malodorous beings. Their repertoire seemed limited to indecipherable sounds, which somehow the mothers around them interpreted with ease. To him, they were bewildering creatures with minimal appeal, hardly deserving of the fervor they ignited among the adults.
Into this already enigmatic world stepped a woman of mystery, who introduced herself simply as a midwife. At irregular intervals, she graced their home with her presence, her purpose centered around observing the evolution of the unborn baby. Lorenzo occasionally managed to be present during these visits. He watched in a mixture of curiosity and trepidation as the midwife placed her hands tenderly on his mother's exposed, swollen belly. It was as if she sought to divine the positioning of the baby or perhaps contemplate the intricate dance of its eventual emergence. Following this intimate examination, she would apply a curious metal instrument against his mother's abdomen, her demeanor shifting to one of intense concentration, as if she were deciphering the symphony of his mother's inner workings.
In the midst of these enigmatic rituals, the midwife would reveal an array of unfamiliar tools and contraptions, their purposes shrouded in secrecy. Their functions remained inscrutable to Lorenzo, leaving him bewildered and unable to decipher their role in the greater tapestry of events. Without fail, his grandmother would intervene, guiding him away to his room or tempting him downstairs with a snack. These moments, tinged with an air of clandestine mystery, were framed by his grandmother's insistence that he was still too young to be privy to their nature.
Within the confines of these visits, Lorenzo glimpsed a realm of the unfamiliar and the ambiguous, accentuating his detachment from the unfolding narrative and solidifying his perception of himself as an outsider to the situation.
"In good health," the Midwife would comment during a December visit. Lorenzo, often referred to as Enzo, had positioned himself beside his mother on the bed while the examination took place. However, his mind was far from engaged in the conversation. The discourse rarely captured his attention, and the terminology the Midwife employed—words like "obstetrics" and "speculum"—resided well beyond the bounds of his comprehension. Furthermore, the incessant discussions about the impending arrival of the baby felt like an endless loop, a subject dominated by his aunts and his mother's female companions.
The forthcoming baby's name, the propitious day of its arrival, and the unending checklist of essentials for the newcomer—these were the topics that held sway in their conversations. Enzo found himself weary by this ceaseless chatter, yearning for the day when this entire episode would come to an end. The routine had grown familiar over time; the Midwife would press her hands to his mother's abdominal region and lend her ears to discern whatever it was she sought within.
As the visits continued, Lorenzo's curiosity was slowly replaced by a mounting sense of ennui. The once-mysterious rituals now seemed commonplace, a predictable sequence of events that he observed with a detached air. He longed for a return to normalcy, for a world where his mother's smiles weren't tinged with discomfort and where the household wasn't consumed by the impending arrival. In the midst of this transformation, he navigated the days with a mixture of impatience and resignation, awaiting the culmination of this mysterious journey that had turned his world on its head.
On this particular occasion, as he started to make his way toward the doorway, enticed by his Nonna's summons, the Midwife interceded. An abrupt pause was demanded of him, and then an unexpected proposal was extended: "Would you like to use the Pinard horn to listen to your soon-to-arrive sibling?" As he glanced back, he noted that the Midwife had positioned the tapered metal instrument against his mother's stomach in a way that allowed for auditory contact.
Caught off guard by this unfamiliar proposition, Enzo found himself at a crossroads of uncertainty. The uncharted territory of the request left him grappling with indecision. In his moment of doubt, his eyes instinctively sought out his grandmother, a figure whose demeanor conveyed a sense of neutrality. Her expression didn't betray disapproval, yet an underlying seriousness seemed to hint at her reservations about the suggestion.
Turning his attention to his mother, he was met with a warm smile and a reassuring nod. Her expression held comforting encouragement, and in that simple gesture, Enzo sensed an unspoken affirmation that it was indeed acceptable for him to explore this novel avenue.
Guided by these silent cues, Enzo cautiously extended his hand toward the Pinard horn. A mix of curiosity and trepidation danced in his eyes as he contemplated the prospect of tuning in to the mysterious sounds emanating from his mother's swelling belly.
Approaching the curious instrument, Enzo followed the Midwife's instructions on positioning the Pinard horn against his ear. He made sure that the narrower end of the cold metal tube was aligned with his sense of hearing. As he did so, his initial sensation was that of the chilly metal against his skin, a tangible reminder of the instrument's presence.
Slowly, amid the cold touch, a new auditory realm opened up to him. An unwavering, rhythmic pulsation reached his ears, initially mistaken for his mother's heartbeats. Yet, a swift realization dawned on him that this rhythm deviated from the cadence of his mother's heartbeat. It bore a distinct tempo, almost resembling an echo, closely mirroring the initial beat but trailing closely behind. Enzo's focus intensified on this captivating dual rhythm, his contemplation shifting from perceiving an echo to recognizing the coexistence of two equally robust beats, inextricably intertwined.
Just as he stood on the cusp of voicing his curiosity, his grandmother intervened, her presence a reminder of the boundaries that needed to be respected. Her interruption momentarily suspended his impending inquiry, leaving him suspended in the space between curiosity and restraint. The encounter with the Pinard horn had opened a door to a hidden symphony, a mysterious connection with the unborn, yet it was a connection that had to remain guarded by the adults in the room.
"Basta così, piccolo. È ora di dare un po' di privacy a tua madre, (That is enough little one. It's time to give your mother some privacy,)" his grandmother's voice resonated in Italian, a gentle yet firm directive that marked the end of Enzo's brief encounter with the Pinard horn. She scooped him up from the bed, cradling him in her arms, and orchestrated their departure from the room. As they withdrew, the murmurs that escaped the elderly woman's lips offered a glimpse into her disapproval of the Midwife's decision to expose a child to such matters.
"Nonna, (Granny)" Enzo addressed her in Italian as she gently set him back down on the ground. His grandmother was steadfast in her attachment to her native language, unwilling to entertain the idea of adopting English. "Quando stavo ascoltando lo stomaco di mamma, ho sentito due battiti cardiaci, (When I was listening to mamma's stomach, I heard two heartbeats.)" he shared with her. The words revealed the revelation he had experienced while listening to his mother's stomach.
"Hai sentito il cuore di tua madre, agnello mio, (You heard your mother's heart, my lamb.)" his grandmother responded, her words holding the potential to shed light on this newfound understanding. It laid the groundwork for a bridge of comprehension between generations and cultures. Her soothing tone carried reassurance and empathy, acknowledging his youthful curiosity while gently guiding him toward some form of understanding.
"Vai nella tua stanza finché l'ostetrica non se ne sarà andata. Preparerò la cena, ("Go to your room until the midwife has left. I will prepare the evening meal.)" she directed him, her voice gentle yet authoritative, steering him in Italian.
Enzo nodded in acknowledgment, a feeling of familial security accompanying his retreat to his room. He left behind a realm of new experiences, carrying with him the lingering echo of his mother's heartbeats. The door closed behind him, enclosing him in a space where he could reflect on the mysteries he had briefly touched, all while the heartbeat of life continued its steady rhythm beyond the walls.
On this pivotal day, a sense of anticipation filled the air as Enzo's family home bustled with preparations. The old brownstone building stood tall amidst its neighbors, bearing witness to countless stories of love, struggle, and resilience.
The day progressed, and the sun's golden rays began to wane. It was then that Enzo's mother, a beacon of strength, recognized the signs that her time had come. Labor, a natural force that had shaped humanity for eons, now beckoned her into its throes. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, Enzo's mother turned to her community for support.
Uncle Umberto's wife, Sabina, a woman of unwavering determination and compassion, answered the call. The bonds of family and neighborliness ran deep, intertwining lives in a safety net of shared experiences. Sabina wasted no time, her skirts swishing as she hurriedly traversed the few steps that separated their homes.
In this close-knit enclave, everyone had their role to play. Sabina's swift response set the gears in motion. She reached out to the midwife to help usher the new life into the world. With a voice that held both conviction and urgency, Sabina sent forth a message that would set their plan into action.
As if guided by an unspoken understanding, generations converged. Sabina and Nonna Ragno, the matriarch of the family, became beacons of strength. Their hands and hearts worked in harmony as they supported the expectant mother. Slow and deliberate steps led the way, their movements purposeful as they guided her towards the sanctuary of the bedroom.
"Enzo," Sabina's voice carried a gentle authority, "please remain in your room until the time is right. Can you manage that, dear?" Her words were imbued with both guidance and solace. With a mixture of compliance and longing, Enzo retreated to his room. His young heart wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between obedience and the desire to be by his mother's side.
The walls of the home absorbed the symphony of human experiences. The anguished cries that resonated from his parents' chamber were a testament to the raw intensity of childbirth. Enzo's heart ached with empathy, his imagination painting vivid pictures of his mother's struggle. Each cry was a brushstroke, etching a scene of pain and resilience onto the canvas of his mind.
The crescendo of agony reached its peak, and in that moment, it seemed as if the world held its breath. And then, like a cathartic release, the room was filled with the cries of new life.
Enzo stood on the precipice of transformation, his young soul grappling with the miracle before him. The boundary between the ordinary and the extraordinary blurred, leaving an indelible mark on his consciousness.
Curiosity and concern won out as he started to open the door of his room to see if it was safe for him to join his mother. The cries of the newborn continued to echo through the air, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the resilience of the human spirit.
Sabina emerged from the room, her weariness etched onto her face like a badge of honor. The basin of water she held, tinged with a faint red hue, spoke volumes of the effort and determination that had brought forth the new life. Enzo's gaze followed her, captivated by the mixture of emotions that played across her expression—a silent testament to the journey she had witnessed.
Within the room, the midwife and Enzo's grandmother appeared to have a shared concern. The newborn's cries, while a testament to life's persistence, also bore the weight of uncertainty. Enzo felt his heart tighten as he observed what commotion he could see coming from his parents room, his young mind grappling with the complexity of emotions swirling around him.
And then, a sudden gasp from his mother shattered the stillness, redirecting everyone's attention. Sabina's eyes darted to the source of the sound, her steps instinctively leading her back into the room.
The midwife's voice, a firm yet calming presence, carried from the doorway, breaking through the tension. Enzo strained to hear her words, his curiosity piqued. Another baby? The announcement hung in the air, a revelation that danced on the edge of his comprehension. The idea that not one, but two new lives were entering the world simultaneously was nothing short of astonishing.
Sabina's response echoed Enzo's thoughts, her voice trembling with a mixture of surprise and wonder. Twins? The word held a magic of its own, reshaping the narrative in an instant. The world had shifted, and Enzo's sense of reality tilted under the weight of this revelation.
The midwife's affirmation confirmed the truth of the situation, grounding the astonishing revelation in reality. Enzo watched as the women exchanged glances, their expressions a symphony of emotions ranging from astonishment to appreciation for life's intricacies. Twins—an unexpected twist that added a new layer of depth to the unfolding tale.
Sabina's voice, warm and kind, reached out to Enzo, bridging the gap between his desire to be near his mother and the practicalities of the situation. The reassurance in her words eased his restlessness, reminding him that he was part of a larger story, one that was beyond his immediate understanding.
Enzo's room became his haven, a shelter from the intense emotions that reverberated beyond its walls. He closed the door with a solemn awareness, creating a tangible separation between his young self and the profound moments unfolding just steps away. He took a seat on the floor, near his bed, as if seeking grounding in the midst of his restless thoughts.
In an attempt to shield himself from the overwhelming sounds that pervaded the air, he covered his ears with his hands. The cries of his mother intertwined with the newborn's, creating a dissonant symphony that echoed the complex nature of birth—the mixture of pain and promise, struggle and triumph.
Minutes and hours seemed to blur together as Enzo remained in his self-imposed exile. The concept of time became elusive, lost in the throes of anticipation. Then, as if orchestrated by fate, the clamor of cries subsided. A stillness settled over the scene, an almost surreal pause in the midst of the storm. But this silence was fleeting, swiftly replaced by a new sound that shattered the tranquility—the sharp, piercing cry of another infant, born into the world with unrelenting force.
Enzo felt a surge of resistance, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. The idea of a third child's arrival played on his fears. The very thought of his mother summoning her strength for yet another birth was both awe-inspiring and daunting. He grappled with the concept of her enduring such an arduous process, his mind racing to comprehend the depth of her determination.
The sounds from the other room painted a vivid picture in his mind. He imagined his mother, a figure of strength and vulnerability, embarking on a journey that defied his young understanding. The door stood as a barrier, a reminder of his role as an observer rather than a participant. His emotions were a whirlwind—respect for his mother's fortitude, wonder at the miracle of birth, and a touch of fear for the unknown that lay ahead.
As if orchestrated by fate, a knock reverberated through the room, and Enzo's heart skipped a beat. The door creaked open, and there stood Sabina, a bridge between the world he had been shut away from and the reality that awaited him. Her entrance marked a transition, a passage from his solitude to the heart of the unfolding narrative.
"Enzo," Sabina's voice carried a mixture of weariness and elation as she addressed him, her gaze warm and understanding. Her presence held the weight of the experience she had just traversed, and Enzo sensed the magnitude of the moment even before she spoke further. "Your mother would like you to meet your new siblings."
Enzo's heart raced as he stood, his anticipation mingling with a touch of anxiety. He followed Sabina's lead, his steps taking him into the hallowed space of his parents' room. There, he beheld his mother, a figure of strength and tenderness, her gaze fixed upon the two bundles nestled beside her. His eyes widened as he took in the sight—the twin miracles that had entered their lives.
The midwife was in the process of packing up her supplies. Her work was done and she no longer needed to remain. The room bore the traces of the profound event that had unfolded—the scents, the sounds, the very essence of birth hung in the air. Enzo's senses were simultaneously overwhelmed and captivated. As his grandmother moved about, tending to the aftermath; disposing of the blood stained towels.
Enzo's eyes returned to his mother, who seemed to radiate a sense of peace and fulfillment. Her gaze was fixed on the two tiny beings before her, a tableau of new life that encapsulated the beauty and complexity of existence. Enzo's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions—awe at the fragility of the newborns, relief that his mother had emerged from the journey, and a deep wellspring of love that was impossible to put into words.
"Mamma..." Enzo's voice quivered with a mixture of emotions—curiosity, concern, and a touch of awe. His mother's presence before him was both familiar and transformed by the experience that had unfolded. Her medium-brown hair flowed around her shoulders, a cascade of tresses that bore witness to the journey she had undertaken. As she turned her gaze to meet his, their eyes locked in a moment of connection, a silent exchange that conveyed more than words ever could.
Enzo's mother, Maria Ragno, bore the marks of her journey—the weariness etched across her face, the paleness that tinged her olive-toned skin. The physical toll of childbirth was evident, yet it was her inner radiance that shone through, a warmth that enveloped him even amidst her exhaustion. Her arms extended, an invitation and a promise, embodying the profound paradox of vulnerability and strength that defined this moment.
With a voice that carried a mix of tenderness and weariness, Maria spoke to her son, her words laden with the weight of the experience they had shared. "You have a new baby brother, my dear." Her gaze held a depth that spoke of a wellspring of emotions, a reservoir of love and fatigue that flowed together in this pivotal moment. Enzo's heart swelled at her words, the significance of the new life entering their world sinking in.
As if in response to the conversation, one of the babies stirred, its sounds of restlessness breaking the quietude of the room. Sabina, always attentive, moved swiftly into action. Her skilled hands lifted one of the infants from the bassinet, and with a fluid motion, she placed the newborn into Maria's waiting arms. The transition was a delicate dance—a movement that brought mother and child together, a bond that was both ancient and new.
Enzo watched as his mother cradled the infant, their connection palpable in the air. The room seemed to hold its breath in reverence, capturing the tender moment that unfolded before them. The cries of the restless newborn subsided, replaced by a hushed calm that enveloped them. In that space, time seemed to stand still, and Enzo witnessed a chapter of the human experience that was at once universal and uniquely personal.
The room was suffused with the quiet glow of love and new beginnings. Enzo's heart swirled with a mixture of emotions—awe at the miracle of birth, admiration for his mother's strength, and a newfound sense of responsibility that came with being an older sibling.
"And this," Maria's voice carried a whisper of reverence, "Meet your baby sister." Enzo's attention shifted to the bassinet where the second newborn lay, the cries of the twin growing in intensity as if sensing the separation. The symphony of wails seemed to echo the underlying thread of longing and connection that bound them.
Sabina, attuned to the needs of the newborn, responded with instinctive care. She gathered the infant into her arms, cradling the tiny life against her chest. Her rocking motion was both a balm for the cries and a symbol of the soothing presence she offered to the fragile existence that had just begun.
Enzo's heart raced as Sabina's question cut through the atmosphere, carrying a world of possibility within it. The invitation to hold his new sibling was a bridge between the unknown and the familiar. His gaze met Sabina's, gratitude and enthusiasm mingling in his eyes. He nodded, his eagerness palpable as he extended his arms, his young hands a vessel for the bond that was about to form.
Sabina's smile held a mixture of reassurance and encouragement. With a gentleness that spoke of her experience, she guided Enzo through the process, as if passing down a treasured tradition. "Be careful, he's very delicate." Her words were a blend of caution and trust, a reminder of the fragility that comes with new life. Enzo absorbed her guidance, his focus unwavering as he prepared to embrace the tiny being in his arms.
As the newborn was carefully transferred into Enzo's embrace, a sense of wonder enveloped him. He held the weight of a new life, a responsibility that both humbled and empowered him. The baby's cries began to subside, replaced by a quiet curiosity as the infant's eyes blinked open, meeting Enzo's gaze in a moment that felt timeless.
In that small room, a universe of emotions converged. Enzo held the baby, a gesture that bridged generations and encapsulated the essence of family.
"That's your little brother," Maria's voice, a gentle whisper of exhaustion and love, filled the air, drawing Enzo's attention. His gaze shifted towards his mother, and his heart swelled with a mixture of emotions that he couldn't quite put into words. The scene before him held a tenderness that transcended exhaustion—a mother cradling her child, a baby girl sucking lightly on her finger, and the unspoken bond between them that needed no words.
Maria's words continued to weave their spell, bridging the gap between Enzo's understanding and the profound reality before him. "Similar to you, he's now an older brother," she added, a touch of shared experience underscoring her words. Enzo's gaze returned to the baby in his arms, a new layer of connection forming between them. The weight of being an older sibling settled in, a responsibility and a privilege that held a world of possibilities.
Enzo's inquisitive nature beckoned, and a question formed on his lips. "What made him cry earlier?" His curiosity, a driving force in his young mind, sought to unravel the mysteries of this new life. As his gaze returned to the infant in his arms, he awaited his mother's response, eager to delve into the depths of understanding.
"He was looking for his sister," Maria's voice carried a soft empathy, her words shedding light on the intricate language of newborns.
Maria's explanation continued, painting a vivid picture of the newborn's perspective. "All he knew was that she wasn't beside him anymore, and he couldn't comprehend why." Enzo's gaze remained on the baby, absorbing the significance of their connection.
"Babies don't communicate like we do," Maria elaborated, her tone tender and patient. "Their only way of expressing themselves is through crying. So when he cried earlier, he was trying to reach out to his sister. He didn't want to be apart from her." The revelation hung in the air, a testament to the primal nature of connection. The communication of newborns was raw and unfiltered, a plea for comfort, a call for closeness, and a declaration of the unity that had existed even before birth.
Enzo's heart swelled with understanding, the newborn in his arms a living embodiment of the universal language that bound siblings and families together.
"Sorella, have you chosen any names?" Sabina's question hung in the air, ushering in a sense of shared anticipation. The act of naming, a ritual as old as time itself, was an opportunity for the family to contribute to the identities of the new arrivals. It was a moment charged with significance, a chance to bestow names that would carry stories, dreams, and hopes through the years to come.
Maria's voice held a thoughtful note as she responded, considering the cultural tapestry that wrapped around their lives. "I think American names would be fitting," she mused, acknowledging the fusion of her Italian heritage and the new world they now called home. The idea of names as a bridge between past and present resonated in her words, a reflection of their journey as immigrants.
A touch of nostalgia colored Maria's voice as she continued, reminiscing about their son's name. "My mother-in-law insisted that Enzo be given an Italian name, a reminder of where my husband and I came from." The act of naming their son had been an intentional choice, a tribute to their roots and the legacy they carried with them.
"The boy will be named Anthony, and the girl... Molly seems just right," Maria's declaration unveiled the names they had chosen. In the space between the words, a sense of affirmation filled the room. The names seemed to resonate with a newfound energy, as if they had breathed life into the atmosphere, imparting a sense of identity onto the newborns.
Enzo's voice, tinged with curiosity and exploration, echoed his mother's words. "Anthony and Molly," he repeated, his youthful accent adding a touch of charm to the pronunciation. The names were a fusion of cultures, a testament to the diversity that colored their family's narrative. Enzo's attempt to articulate the names carried a certain innocence and earnestness, a reflection of his role in this familial exchange.
In response to his utterance, the baby in Enzo's arms cooed with contentment, as if the names themselves were welcomed with joy.
"Lorenzo," Henrico's voice carried a sense of gravitas as he addressed his older son, drawing him aside a couple of days later. The moment held an air of intimacy, a pause in the flow of life where father and son could connect. With Maria upstairs attending to the twins, Henrico seized the opportunity for a father-son conversation that was long overdue.
"Your Pops needs to talk with you," Henrico continued, his voice a blend of firmness and familiarity. The words held a sense of tradition, evoking a time-honored ritual between generations. "A genuine heart-to-heart between men."
The call for this conversation hinted at a rite of passage, a moment where Enzo would step into a deeper understanding guided by his father's wisdom. As Enzo followed his father, the weight of the forthcoming conversation settled upon them, a recognition of the significance of this exchange between father and son.
"Why?" Enzo's question cut through the air, simple yet laden with the earnestness of youth. The single word conveyed his curiosity, an eagerness to bridge the gap between what he knew and what his father was about to reveal.
"It concerns your brother, Anthony," Henrico replied, his voice carrying a mix of seriousness and paternal concern. He knelt down to meet Enzo's eye level, a gesture that created an intimate space for their conversation. It was a gesture that demonstrated their connection, even in this discussion that marked a transition from childhood to a more mature understanding.
"You're my firstborn, and that comes with responsibilities," Henrico continued, his words a blend of honesty and reassurance. The revelation was meant to highlight Enzo's role as the elder sibling, emphasizing the importance of his position within the family structure.
"But as Anthony grows, he'll start seeking the attention and pride I hold for you," Henrico explained. His words carried a wisdom that reached beyond the present moment, a recognition of the evolving dynamics between siblings. "He'll want to be your equal, your competition."
Henrico's voice held both forthrightness and foresight. "If you want to maintain your place as my favored son, you'll need to earn it," he continued. The challenge he presented was not one of rivalry, but of understanding and leadership within their family.
"Otherwise, he might become the favored one instead, capiche?" Henrico's voice, measured and direct, carried a blend of guidance and mutual understanding. The use of the word "capiche" was a sign of their shared heritage, a signature of their familial language.
The conversation held weight beyond the words exchanged. It was a passage into a new understanding for Enzo—a lesson about leadership, responsibility, and the complexities of sibling relationships.
"But," Enzo's voice wavered, laden with a mix of uncertainty and the weight of responsibility. His mind grappled with the intricacies of his father's words, trying to comprehend the layers of expectation and duty that had been placed upon him.
"I'm responsible for them," Enzo continued, his voice growing steadier as he found his words. The weight of his role as an older brother and caretaker was evident in his tone. "Mamma told me that I should help take care of both of them." His mother's guidance had become a guiding principle, shaping his understanding of his new responsibilities and reinforcing the importance of his role.
"That's right," Henrico affirmed, his voice carrying a note of understanding. He acknowledged Enzo's commitment and the values that were being instilled in him. However, he wanted to impart a broader perspective—one rooted in his own experiences.
"When I was your age, I had three younger brothers," Henrico continued, his voice tinged with reminiscence and the wisdom of time. He sought to bridge the gap between their generations by sharing his own journey as an older sibling, illustrating the complexities that come with the role.
"I made sure they knew who was in charge. They couldn't do anything without my say-so," Henrico's words held a blend of authority and humor, revealing his approach to managing the dynamics among his siblings. His anecdote painted a picture of leadership, establishing himself as a figure of guidance and influence.
"I'm sharing this with you because I want you to be prepared for what's ahead," Henrico's tone shifted, taking on a more serious quality. The mention of their family's business hinted at a legacy that Enzo was destined to inherit, a responsibility that came with both challenges and rewards.
"You know I have the Italian Imports company," Henrico continued, his voice carrying a sense of weight. "But there are parts of the business that I can't openly discuss." The mention of secrecy and hidden aspects added an air of intrigue, suggesting a deeper complexity to their family's affairs. The fact that Henrico was sharing this information with Enzo underscored the depth of trust between them, a sign of the importance of the father-son bond in the larger framework of their family's legacy.
"One day, you'll be stepping into my shoes, and Anthony will be working alongside you," Henrico's voice carried a sense of confidence and aspiration, painting a future where Enzo would play a central role in the family's business endeavors.
"But before that happens, your brother will be striving to prove himself worthy of that position," Henrico's words peeled back the layers of the dynamics that would shape their sibling relationship. The complexities of sibling rivalry and ambition were revealed, offering Enzo a glimpse into the path that lay ahead.
"And what about Molly?" Enzo's question revealed his awareness of the intricate web of relationships within their family. He was seeking to understand how his connection with his younger sister might intersect with the broader conversations about responsibility and favoritism.
"Will she try to take you away from me too, Papa?" Enzo's voice held a touch of vulnerability, a sincere curiosity about how the bond between his father and Molly might impact his own relationship. The ties between siblings held a mixture of loyalty and potential rivalry, and Enzo was grappling with the delicate balance between them.
"Nah," Henrico's response was lighthearted, brushing off the concern. "She's a girl, being Papa's cherished princess is a world apart from being my cherished son." His words held a teasing quality, a touch of humor that often colored their exchanges.
"She will have a role that's entirely her own, while you and Anthony will carry the weight of our family's legacy," Henrico clarified, outlining the distinct roles each sibling would play. He was drawing a clear line between family dynamics and business responsibilities, making it evident that the two weren't necessarily one and the same.
"Though since you brought it up, the close bond between the twins could potentially pose a challenge," Henrico continued, acknowledging Enzo's initial question and its implications. The strong connection between the twins was something he recognized as a potential factor.
"But fear not, there are ways to address her involvement and prevent Anthony from leveraging her support against you," Henrico's tone shifted to one of reassurance, indicating that strategies existed to navigate the complex terrain of sibling relationships.
This was the dynamic that had persisted over time. He had been taught to perceive his own brother as a competitor and a rival. In his mind, Anthony was nothing more than a threat to what he believed was rightfully his. Despite the cautionary advice from Pops, their upbringing had shaped a different reality. Anthony never harbored a desire to vie against his brother; rather, he yearned for his acknowledgment and approval. Aggressively confronting his older sibling was not Anthony's intention.
While clashes were inevitable, the disagreements primarily revolved around their father's parenting methods. Anthony took it upon himself to unveil the true nature of their father, countering the facade he projected. It was during one of these disputes that his brother indirectly accused him of jealousy. This accusation came to light when Enzo was propositioned by a representative from Murder Inc., an organized crime syndicate associated with both the Italian-American and Jewish Mafia.
Pops had begun discussing the family business openly at the dinner table, a change that coincided with Anthony proving his worth to the family's endeavors. Though his commitment was hesitant, Anthony had still pledged his involvement. With Grandma Ragno's departure for Italy to spend her remaining years in her homeland and Molly's visit to Italy accompanied by Aunt Felicia and her daughters, there was a temporary freedom to deliberate candidly about family matters within their father's household. Enzo's spouse, Corrina, had assumed the responsibilities of managing her father-in-law's residence, a duty she undertook despite her lack of enthusiasm. The pursuit of any advantage that could benefit their family held significant importance for her. As night fell, she retired to their brownstone across the street, leaving Enzo to engage in business discussions with his brother and father.
Enzo revealed that during the Castellamarese War, he had been noticed by someone affiliated with Albert Anastasia's faction, who expressed interest in his participation. Henrico found this proposition impressive, recognizing the potential for their influence to expand within the city. Anthony didn't outright oppose this development, but his demeanor expressed clear discontent. The entity in question was Murder Inc., an assembly of "Lucky" Luciano's enforcers, led by the ominous Albert "Mad Hatter" Anastasia. A figure notorious for his expertise in torment and homicide, earning him the grim moniker of "Lord High Executioner". While Anthony acknowledged the necessity of unity with Enzo and understood his brother's predicament of being unable to refuse outright without causing offense, the prospect deeply unsettled him.
"I ain't knockin' it, I'm wishin' youse all the luck in the world with your little venture." Anthony remarked, tidying up the coffee cups and placing them in the sink once their father had retreated to his study.
"Youse ain't gettin' green-eyed on me now, Fratallino?" Enzo quipped. Finally, Anthony's genuine emotions were surfacing. After years of residing in his elder brother's shadow, he was gradually laying his concealed cards on the table.
"I ain't green with envy, just keepin' an eye out," Angel asserted. "Ya know full well the kinda character Anastasia's got... his rep ain't exactly squeaky clean. Pops might lean into the rough stuff, but we've figured his buttons. Anastasia, though? He's all over the map, and my worry is that this crew could change you, and not in a good way."
"I was just a kid of thirteen when I made my bones," Enzo defended. "You reckon that kinda thing rattles me? Trust me, in this family, you don't go askin' 'bout orders. You just do what the family's askin' of ya."
"I made my bones too," Anthony objected, shifting his focus to his brother. "It's the kind of thing that sticks with you."
"I can't wrap my head around us sharin' blood," Enzo snarked with a hint of bitterness. "I can splatter a guy's brains and not bat an eye, but you off a guy by accident and you're still wetting your pants over it."
"Your first kill was a female lounge singer that owed the family money," Anthony stated. "That ain't shit to be braggin' about. The person I killed was an associate of the family. It don't matter the reason why I had to do it, killen' someone in the family is still seen as bad blood."
"Your bein' queer's another mark against you," Enzo commented sharply. "Prob'ly why you ain't got the guts for the kinda mess we dive into, yet you still took that damn oath like the rest of us."
He yearned to have grasped his brother's worries for what they truly were. They both comprehended that brutality and demise were woven into their existence, and if a killing needed to happen...well, it would happen. Yet, a distinction existed between silencing a Soldier who was becoming too perilous for the family and eliminating a genuine Don without sparking a full-blown feud between the clans. However, things had changed; the recent executions were now filed under mere business transactions.
Upon entering the Brooklyn Candy Store, the designated meeting spot for Murder Inc., Enzo was promptly directed upstairs. In the upper chamber, Anastasia loomed in the background, puffing on a cigar, while "Lepke" Buchalter conveyed the organization's principles to him. He outlined the strict code: refraining from targeting Mafia bosses, civilians, law enforcement, politicians, journalists, judges, and prosecutors. Throughout this discourse, Anastasia maintained his cigar-smoking posture, his gaze fixed on Enzo as if scrutinizing him for any vulnerability or imperfection that might undermine his effectiveness as a member of their cadre. The atmosphere was chilling, yet Enzo managed to steady his composure, determined to demonstrate his worthiness to be part of this entity.
Upon being deemed sufficiently capable, he witnessed the stark reality that Anthony had been cautioning him about. It wasn't merely about executing those marked by Luciano and the Commission for death; it involved subjecting the victims to sadistic torture and prolonged suffering before granting them the release of death. The hits were orchestrated with precision, but the targets were often complete strangers. Within the context of the family, if he eliminated a loose-lipped soldier or a caporegime defecting to another clan, their fate was meted out for understandable reasons. They knew the reason for their impending demise and the identity of those sent to dispatch them.
Yet, this was an entirely different realm. The individuals being eliminated were unfamiliar, and this made tracing the murders complicated. Moreover, it reeked of an unsettling injustice. For instance, one man would find himself ambushed, a cloth bag engulfing his head, hands secured behind his back, only to be transported to his execution site and shot dead—despite deserving, at most, a physical roughing-up. Someone guilty of theft might face the ghastly punishment of having their hands severed, while those designated for the killings stood by dispassionately, casually smoking as the victim bled out. Others might endure an icepick thrust into their ear or experience the horror of losing their tongues. Death came in an array of horrifying forms, enough to plague the nightmares of even the most hardened individuals for years to come.
From 1933 until the eventual dissolution of Murder Inc in 1941, his involvement afforded him a revealing perspective. He began to grasp the stark truth that his father was not the mobster he aspired to be. Henrico's menace was a facade, a performative charade constructed to project an illusion of significance to the five families and the commission. In contrast, Albert Anastasia epitomized the kind of boss Henrico Ragno enjoyed pretending to be—a comparison that spoke volumes, especially considering Anastasia's likeness to a rabid dog more than anything else.
Despite grappling with the profound regret of agreeing to this course of action, and harboring an inner desire to expose the truth to prosecutor Tom Dewey and the FBI, he was held back by an overwhelming sense of dread. Going down that path would undoubtedly seal his fate, with death as the likely outcome. He couldn't shake the voice of his father's teachings echoing in his mind—being a rat was not an option, a betrayal of the code they lived by.
The moment he truly felt tested was when he received word that Anthony had gone missing. His brother was eventually discovered near the Brooklyn docks, a day later, bearing the scars of a severe beating. Anthony's memory of the attack was limited; taken by surprise from behind and blindfolded, he couldn't identify his assailants. He could only recount that he was abducted, subjected to a ruthless interrogation about the family, and savagely beaten with what felt like bike chains. His release came when his captors realized he was not as vulnerable as they had initially thought. Enzo's mind veered towards the possibility of Murder Inc.'s involvement, yet he halted that train of thought. While torture was their modus operandi, he understood the group well enough to recognize that they wouldn't have allowed Anthony to survive, regardless of whether he disclosed information or not.
Additionally, while the mafia could be ruthless towards those suspected of being homosexual, as far as Enzo knew, Anthony had been good about not engaging in any romantic or physical relationships with other men.
Upon his return to Murder Inc. following this incident, one of his comrades dared to inquire if he suspected their involvement in the attack on his brother. The room fell into an eerie hush, every gaze fixed upon him, awaiting his response. In that tense moment, Anastasia regarded him with a gaze that conveyed his readiness to eliminate any potential liability should Enzo's words provide cause.
With a steady voice, Enzo addressed the question, asserting that he knew they weren't responsible. He explained his reasoning, emphasizing that if it had indeed been Murder Inc. behind the attack, they would not have permitted Anthony to survive once the torment had ended. The room's tension seemed to dissipate, and the weight of Anastasia's scrutiny eased somewhat, satisfied with Enzo's response.
"He'll receive his due," Anastasia declared, breaking the silence that had hung in the air. "Sooner or later, the command will be given."
"I'm fully aware," Enzo responded with a detached tone. "Our sis thinks we should yank him outta the city to keep him in one piece. I told her keepin' him put is the wiser play. Guy's got the lowdown on rival families and outfits. Skippin' town'd just give the Commission an excuse to punch his ticket. At least in our turf, Pops and the crew can watch his back. And if he ever gets cozy with the feds... well, I'll deal with him myself."
"Make sure of it," Anastasia said coldly. "If I get the word, he's gonna meet his maker in a real unconventional way."
Enzo stayed locked onto the assignments he was handed, then headed home to his wife to numb his nerves with whisky. His kinfolk tended to steer clear of him due to his work with Murder Inc. Much of the family would give him a wide berth, as if afraid he might bring their tale to an end. When Luca wound up dead, the police swung by the Ragno residence to scoop up Anthony for a chat, as a photo had been found at the crime scene. Umberto tagged along, making certain Anthony didn't spill any beans about the family's dealings. Enzo made it clear to the rest of Murder Inc. that he'd personally ice his own brother if Anthony dared to reach out to the law. The heat simmered down after Abe "Kid Twist" Reles, one of the Jewish hitmen in Murder Inc., turned state's witness and fingered a bunch of the crew. These guys got nabbed and met their end behind bars. Albert "Madhatter" Anastasia went underground, and Enzo followed suit. Corrina was carrying his firstborn, Salvatore. While he knew his missus and the child she carried would be looked after if he met his demise, he didn't want his unborn kid growing up under the shadow of his father being branded a murderer.
While engrossed in reading a newspaper, he stumbled upon an article that divulged the news of Reles's demise. The informant had been placed under witness protection at the "Half Moon Hotel," nestled near Coney Island, while he awaited the opportunity to testify against Anastasia. The police dispatched to monitor his well-being discovered him lifeless, having fallen—or more likely been hurled—from his sixth-floor guest room. With their key informant gone, any allegations against the remaining members of Murder Inc crumbled.
In light of this development, Don Ragno readily extended his arms to welcome back his elder son. He reinstated him as an underboss, retaining him in close proximity as both a trusted lieutenant and a personal guardian.
Enzo's relationship with his younger brother and sister remained irreparably strained. While they acknowledged him as a family member and engaged in conversation, an unbridgeable divide had taken root. This chasm persisted even in the afterlife; a palpable distance lingered between him and his younger brother. Anthony, seeking distance from the family, had forsaken his true name, adopting the moniker Angel Dust. Their infrequent encounters in their current realm were laden with tangible tension. Anthony hadn't pardoned Enzo for Luca's death, even though Enzo hadn't directly orchestrated the demise of Luca Celani. Enzo had discerned it as a hit carried out by Murder Inc, and no doubts lingered about the origin.
Contemplating the situation now, Enzo couldn't escape the weight of hindsight. He wondered if he should have been more perceptive, more aware of the signs leading to the tragedy.
"You're a stand-up guy, Enzo, but you're savvy enough to see that Anthony ain't cut out for this world. He might survive in it, do his duty, maybe pick up a thing or two, but this life ain't his true fit, not like it is for you and me."
"He said he'd work the street; he made his decision."
"He picked that path because there was no real alternative. Don Ragno tossin' out 'join an swear, or get cut loose'—that ain't really a choice... that's like askin' how he'd prefer to be executed. Today he made his bones offin' Valvano, but that don't say much. It's his first taste of blood, Andreioli gets it was self-defense and he'll argue for it in the inquiry. But Mario Valvano held weight and respect in a number of families. Even if Valvano's death wasn't intentional, there'll be folks lookin' for Tony's head because of it. Don Ragno bein' his old man won't save him."
"With all your watchful eye, you miss what's right in front of you. Pops only looks out for himself – his image, his standing, his kin. You can sugarcoat it, but he ain't got a damn about me, Molls, or even you. We're all just instruments for his aims, that's how it's always been. Did you ever wonder why he pits us against each other, vying for his paternal favor? It's to keep us from uniting against him."
"We're a Ndrina Famiglia, this is the way of our world."
"This ain't the old country, Fratello. We're talking about our lives here, don't we get a say in how we live 'em?"
In the distance, he could discern the signage of the "Happy Hotel," overseen by King Luci's daughter. This establishment marked where his younger brother had seemingly established himself. Enzo, however, refrained from hastily leaping to conclusions regarding Anthony's presumed ties with the Princess of Hell. Though Anthony could display impulsiveness, stubbornness, and recklessness, he was far from lacking intelligence. The notion of redemption, a far-fetched concept without substantial evidence, wouldn't easily ensnare someone as shrewd as him. Enzo couldn't fathom his brother falling for such an improbable tale, nor could he conceive of Anthony exploiting the Princess for his own gain—such a decision would be utterly foolish.
Moreover, the recent reports detailing Angel Dust's retirement from the adult entertainment industry seemed to quell any lingering uncertainty surrounding Anthony's connection with the Princess of Hell. As rumors circulated that the two had departed the city together, speculation flourished about the reasons behind their sudden departure. Enzo grappled with conflicting emotions; despite his father's paranoid speculations that Anthony might be plotting against the family, Enzo found it hard to reconcile the idea that his brother would take action against them at this juncture.
Recollections of encountering Anthony in Hell years prior surfaced in his mind. Back then, the younger man was living in squalor under a bridge, displaying a deranged and animalistic disposition rather than exhibiting any genuine threat.
"I wish you luck with 'em," Arackniss murmured into the darkness. "If this redemption tale ain't just a load of crap like most think, then maybe Moll's up there in Heaven, waitin'."
Many of the mobsters mentioned in this chapter did exist during the time when Angel and Arackniss were alive. Some of these historical figures include Albert "Mad Hatter" Anastasia, Charles "Lucky" Luciano, Joe "The Boss" Masseria, Salvatore Maranzano, and Abe "Kid Twist" Reles. Additionally, there were well-known criminal organizations like the Commission and Murder Inc. that were active during that period.
It's worth noting that someone like Anastasia might have been the kind of man Henroin wished to be, but in reality, he would never come close to attaining the same reputation or notoriety.