I T A L Y
I was groomed to handle the money side of things. From the start. Some people found it cute, such a young man following around the manager of the restaurant 'Malverni's', just because he was so eager and had a childlike curiosity about him. Older ladies would give him tips and tell him just how good of a job he would do in the future. That wasn't the case though, not by a long shot. Sure, the front of the building was the restaurant and the back was the kitchen. You know, normal. But the basement? That's where all the dirty money came in at. That's where a lot of crooked people who had wronged my family lastly laid eyes on anything. Torture wasn't my father's forte. He was a clean cut guy, he got his hands dirty without getting his hands dirty, but that was what appealed to me. The power radiating off my dad as these men pleaded for their lives, and begged for a chance to do something different. Even as a young man, I witnessed that. I knew what kind of power the last name Malverini held, and I didn't mind carrying on that legacy.
I was exposed to a lot as a young child, but I never felt wronged or disrespected because of that. I felt like my father respected me, he saw me as a man, and I appreciated that. I didn't need to be sugar coated on anything. Keep it one hundred percent honest with me and you'll gain my respect--I'm the same way even in adulthood. I even showed mercy to some people who weren't so fortunate to have seen me in their lifetime. Honesty means I'd make it quick. One through the head, easy clean up, easy death. Bullshit, and games--that meant I'd make it slow for you, missing limb here, there,--floor full of plastic--and one hell of a clean up. But that's neither here nor there, I got distracted.
Back to me being a preteen but pretty much learning the ins and outs of the money laundering. I never understood why we had to even clean the money. However, having a shit ton of money and not having a clear and valid explanation as to where it came from drew the government and the banks to you. I had become some good with money that plenty of people were just assuming I was some kind of math whiz. I could add it in my head, round about, my ability to do statistics within a matter of minutes was untouched. All that came from grooming me about washing the funds. I wasn't as viscous as my other siblings admittedly, but I was smart, I was sharp, and definitely knew what was best for the family financially. It was the reason I thought I would be the next in line, after my father. Yet, when it wasn't me. I was broken--and felt deep resentment for Gian. But never did I disrespect him--my family wasn't like that.
We believed in being close knit and loyal to one another. We attended church faithfully and met up with one another for dinner quite frequently. Or mother would have our heads, and I don't even think she was playing when she said that, sadly. So, despite the pain and jealousy I felt seven years ago when my brother had taken over, I still fell in line and followed his lead like I was supposed to do. He was due the same respect my father was. Did I notice little things he could have done better, or shit that I would have done differently--of course--but I didn't speak out of turn, and I never underhanded his authority over the family. I would notice little things from time to time. Mainly with the money we dealt with so frequently. Shit was coming up short, workers were feeling more deserving, and people started to resent our family. I tried to bring it up to someone, mainly my dad because I didn't want to bring unnecessary to Gian, who had enough on his plate. He told me I was probably just imagining things--I was really uptight and particular about the money, and I did have a tendency of wildin' out after simply misplacing a few coins or something. So my Dad thought this time was no different.
Boy, was he wrong. I really wish he wasn't. But he was.
Our fall from grace seem to happen from nowhere. Briefly, I blamed Gian, and his lack of leadership skills, or his ability to spot when things were going left.. But I knew playing the blame game wouldn't help us then. What we needed to do was stick together. The government overturned our restaurant and our reputation, even the one that wasn't drug related was dragged through the mud of the Italy streets. It was like we were nobody's. It was nothing we could do to built that rep back up. I even went the loud, obnoxious way. Gunning someone down in broad daylight to send a message. Contemplating kidnapping someone of the next family on the rise in Italy. My sister and brother took off, traveling to all different parts of the world. I turned to a life of gloom, just trying to put everything back together right where they fall apart: and all for nothing. It was no use--we were done.
A S H W I C K
I spent two years "rogue" as I call it. Or "slumming" it in the streets of Italy. I had done shady side deals, lots of stalking the people who had turned on us and everything. Those two years, were dark for me. Very dark for me. There was a lot of bloodshed, tears, and morals that I had completely neglected. Women and kids were usually safe from my path of rage, but after the fall of the Malverni's, they were targeted to send a message. I didn't even have a place to lay my head there, since so many people wanted me dead. I just knew if I had gotten comfortable, it'll only be a matter of time before someone took me out. So I stayed bouncing pillar to post, hotel room after hotel room. Sometimes it wasn't even a hotel it'd be a greasy motel, or just staying with a "friend" that I would rid myself of the next day or two , when I was done using them. After realizing that no matter how many times I avenged my family, or how many bodies I collected over the course of two years-- that there was no coming back: I finally bit the bullet. I had finally moved to Ashwick.
I had expected to see my brother, along with my sister when I touched down. But he was out doing other things , things I didn't question. I was surprised to see that I actually had a little niece who didn't know just how easy she had it just by being born here and not living where a shit ton of people wanted you dead. I settled into life at Ashwick, boring life, that I didn't care to really live honestly. Sometimes the dark stories and memories that I have is the only thing that keeps me afloat. They were so much more exciting than me just being a Banker, at a local bank, with a big tit girlfriend I managed to fuck and claim in a matter of a few months. And just being a local nobody. I was literally in my own, personalized hell. I never wanted to be a nobody.
This; is the new normal for me now. It's pathetic. I'm waiting for the day Gian says it's time for us to relocate. So I can start a new life, and leave this one in the quiet valley way behind. I'm ready for it. More importantly, I'm ready to get back to Italy and take what I feel like is ours. I don't like the idea of the Malverni family laying low.