𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗼𝗹𝗹

í αm wrítíng thíѕ lєttєr αnd í hσpє ít fαllѕ ín thє hαnd σf mч σnlч truє lσvє,

𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚...

i gαvє hєr α hybrid tea rσѕє thє lαѕt tímє í ѕєєn hєr αnd í prαч thαt í fínd hєr αgαín.

í αm nσt σnє tσ wrítє lєttєrs. ít's nσt mч nαturє σr chαrєctєr.

𝐒𝐡𝐞...

wαlkєd íntσ mч lífє αnd єvєrчthíng єlsє tσσk α вαcksєαt. mαчвє чσu cαn rєlαtє tσ mч stσrч.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴,

wαs sσmєthíng í shσuld hαvє hєєdєd whєn í mєt hєr. чєt mч hєαrt wαs sσ tαkєn вч hєr lσσks αnd chαrms í cσuldn't thínk strαíght. í shσuld hαvє wαlkєd αwαч.

вut ‏í wαs sσ tαkєn ín вч hєr mєsmírízíng вєαutч í fєll hσpєlєsslч ín lσvє wíh hєr‎. σk, ‏whєrє shσuld í stαrt. ‏

mч nαmє ís frαnk, ‏чєαh, ‏ít's αn σrdínαrч nαmє fσr αn σrdínαrч fєllσw. ‏вut thαt ís вєsídєs thє pσínt σf thís stσrч.

𝗚𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

Now listen here everyone who is reading this story,
my boys would disown
me if they thought I was
getting soft.

It is best for me to begin
at the beginning.

I was a made man in a Italian mafia mob in Brooklyn, New York.

Yeah, this all happen during the days of the prohibition era,

running booze across county lines trying to
evade the feds you see.

Yeah, you know,

G-Men!

As John Dillinger and his
boys called them.

Yeah, Dillinger

didn't have any guts, oh,
we were the ones on the front lines holding the
fort down.

We were running
booze when the Purple
gang were in diapers!

Al Capone too‏!

Pretty Boy Floyd, Frank
Matthews, Ma Barker
and her little boys were
piss ants compared to us.

We ran all of Chicago, New York, Nevada, Detroit, just about everything.

But, history never took notice because we never attracted attention to ourselves unnecessarily.

Our code was our bond,
and loyalty was enforced by any means necessary.
Other mob gangs knew
better than to cross our
territory.

𝗠𝗼𝗯 𝗥𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀

Ok, the rules were simple
but brutal, any orders given were meant to be
followed through.

Nothing was sacred, somebody might put a hit out on your mother,
father, sister or brother.

That was understood, it
was something you had to live or die with, if you were a member within the mafia.

And you never ratted on a fellow member no matter what!

If you did it was curtains!

Rat finks belong at the
bottom of the river!

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴

Anyway, I came up through the ranks stealing cartons of cigarettes from
delivery trucks.

Knocking over small jewelry stores, collecting protection money from people that didn't respect our business.

You know, racketeering stuff!

I never turned hits though, that wasn't my thing, yeah, there were lots of tough guys who wanted to earn a reputation that way.

Anyway,

the boys and I were out running some liquor
one day when the local
cops got behind us,

they seen our vehicle and immediately gave chase.

We gave them the slip
and then I thought of that dame Jenny,

she was my heart but sometimes I hated her, she knew men were trash, stinky garbage to toss out whenever your nose was offended.

Yeah,

but, let's see how you
liked being hunted like a roque Wart hog baby!

She was one of those bitch ass, anti- liquor toting women who were the face of the move to ban the sale of alcohol.

Yeah!

Good luck with that!

Shit!

A bullet went right by my
head, and then another!

Who was shooting!

The car flipped over, the driver was struck by a bullet and our nine lives were on the line.

𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏!

Yeah,

the rival gang,

Skeleton,

were trying to take us out, they were outlaws, outcasts, trying to take over our highly prized territory.
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© Charles Kemp