The large man on the bike throws his body and bike in to the gutter, in a frenzied attempt to save his life, he looks at the car as it flies past and makes and makes a gesture that would frighten an old lady.
The attractive woman starts to run towards the car pulling into a space at the side of the road, as the car door opened a huge cloud of cigar smoke spilled out from inside, two large, well suited men slowly got out, they shouted over to the gang on the steps, but it was beaten out by the music erupting from the car’s speakers. The man that had been driving turned around and looked over the roof and smiled at the girl running towards him, he closed the door and walked towards her, throwing the large butt of a cigar into the trash can. He ran a hand through his well oiled black hair and fixed his tie. The gold on his fingers and wrists glistened as the falling raindrops crashed into them.
“Tony!”
“Hey!”
Tony turned round to look at his friend, Paulie leaning on the car.
“Hey, Paulie, get your hands off the fucking car”
“Sorry boss”
Paulie leaned back and took out the gun he always carried in his belt. He removed the clip, put it back in and placed back in his belt.
Paulie muttered under his breath, he never knew why Tony had been lifted to captain and he had stayed as a soldier, but he didn’t like it. Still, not to worry, he thought, his time would come. Paulie couldn’t help but smile.
As Tony was about to embrace Carmella, his girlfriend of six years, she looked over his shoulder at two well dressed Italian men walking hastily down the pavement, she thought nothing of it as she closed her eyes and fell into her lovers arms.
The noise sounded like a thousand volcanoes erupting at once, and had the force of a group of stampeding rhinos. Shot after shot, the merciless assassins did not hold back
The bullets tore through the weak flesh of Tony’s back, each gun fired two deadly shots which ripped into him, his eyes glazed over, and he knew who had betrayed him. He fell to his knees, and his finely tailored Sicilian suit was already stained with blood.
The two Italian men ran over and threw Carmella out of the way, the impact of her head which hit the car door created a dent a few inches deep. Tony looked up to see two blurred figures looking down on him, and then a third joined them.
“Paulie, what the hell are you doing!?”
Cried Carmella.
“I fucking knew it, you s-stupid idiot. You aren’t going to live to see the morning”
Tony mumbled through the blood. He was in such pain that it hurt to breath, let alone speak.
Paulie’s smile faded, his eyes widened, he realised what he had done, and he knew the consequences of his actions. He pulled the gun out of his belt and closed his eyes, a single tear rolled down his cheek.
“BANG!”
Paulie flew backwards, the force of the shot made Paulie’s head hit the pavement, and then bounce back up, the loaded gun dropped from his hand and clattered on the floor. The rain pounded his limp body, soaking him to the bone; he breathed in, and closed his eyes…
My name is Tommy Hangler; I own one of the grocers along the Florence road. And I have a story to tell.
I have, and always will play cards outside my store on Florence road, except when it rains. And it just so happens that it was raining when my story is set.
My cousin and local mobster hot-shot Tony Broceilla had just been bumped up to captain of the Corpolino crime family, this came as quite a shock, because after the former Don had been murdered, and everyone had been promoted, it was common belief that Paulie Santino, Tony’s life long friend would get the position, but he didn’t. The new Godfather thought Tony would be better suited to the job. This started Paulie’s envy and hatred for Tony that would prove to be both their downfalls.
It had been sunny for most of the day, when all of a sudden, it stated to rain intensely. The rain against the sun formed a rainbow which consisted of a thousand different glistening colours.
My opponent and I ran for cover, leaving my prize winning cards lying across the table.
The rain thundered down, I looked over to the kids on the doorstep running under the door arch, and then over to a familiar face walking quickly down the street.
“Carmella!!”
I called out, but she didn’t hear me. Then I see her, and the gang hiding under the arch looking at something coming up the road, I did not need to look to know who it was.
Tony’s brand new Lexus raced though the puddles, sending water over to the door of my shop. I watch he and Paulie get out, and Tony walk towards Carmella, who by now was running over to greet him, I notice Paulie leaning on Tony’s sparkling Lexus.
“Hey, Paulie, get you’re fucking hands off the car!”
I chuckle to myself; he really did love that car.
“Ring, ring, ring”
I ran inside to get the phone.
”Hello?”
“Hello Mr Hangler?”
“Yes?”
I wasted five minutes of my life telling some guy that I did not want to buy triple reinforced cherry smelling glazed windows. Until I heard…
“CRACK!”
“BANG!”
“CRACK!”
“BANG!”
The noises sounded like fireworks, but I knew that it wasn’t.
I ran outside to see my cousin on his knees, covered in blood, my heart started to pound, with my hands shaking I started to run over to him, but I stopped, turned around and ran into the back of my shop and grabbed my old army shotgun.
When I got over to the men, I realised that one of the shooters was in fact Paulie, and he was about to fire at Tony. I took aim and pulled the trigger, the barrel erupted a barrage of deadly flying bullets into the body of Paulie.
His broken body was blown across the road where he rolled over and died.
I looked down at my cousin who was bleeding over the floor, I knew he was dead. Looking over my shoulder I saw the two other men sprinting down the middle of the road. The rain was still pouring down, the whole scene looked eerie. The mist from the rain created an atmosphere in which I was totally captivated, until I was thrown to the floor and put in handcuffs.
I was allowed to attend my cousin’s funeral, even though I was in custody the whole time. But something was said at the funeral, which never left me.
Carmella, in all black stood at the front of a group of large, well dressed Italians, all in a sombre mood.
She cleared her throat, and with tears streaming down her face, told me a story I will never forget.
“In the vast deep blue sea, there was a wave. This wave was a young wave and did not care for much except for cruising through the water. One day, the young wave looked over the heads of the older waves in front and saw them all crashing on the shore.
He started to get frightened, until and older wave in front of him turned around and said
“I know your trouble young one, you spent so much time being a wave. You forgot your just part of the ocean””.