Rough outline

Okay so I only have a few things cemented but the centeral of this story is that Alesio falls in love with Carina and he must choose betetwn the girl he loves and the Family he respects. I’ve written out the frist chapter:

I fedeli (The faithful)

A story of the American Mafia in the 1930s

By Lee’s Ghost Re-Born

Chapter 1 The Bones

Alesio Ferrari calmly walked into the Grand hotel, his hand griping the outside of his pocket to make sure his Colt Model 911 still was snuge in the breast pocket of his black suet.Snaching his fedora off his head he looked around the hotel impressed. The hotel lobby was three times as large as any he’d ever been in. A long red carpet with gold lance on the edges led to a reception made of oak.

The man behind the desk folded his hands behind his back and asked with more than just a touch of arrogance, “May I help you sir?”

“Yeah,” said Alesio running a large hand through his feathery brown hair. “I’m lookin’ for Tommy Willford.”

“No one staying here has that name, sir,” responded the clerk. “But we do have a Tomas Willford.”

“That’d be him then,” said Alesio, more to himself then the clerk.

“Shall I ring him for you?”

“No, no,” said Alesio as the clerk reached for the phone on small table behind him. “I’ll just go to his room.”

“There is a lift just down the hall,” directed the clerk.

“I’ll walk,” said Alesio gruffly. “Stairs?”

The man thrust a finger toward a large twisting staircase and turned back to his paperwork. Alesio hoped up the steps two or three at a time, clinging to the walnut banister. He found himself on the top floor and glanced around. There were white doors all along the hallway, with brass numbers ranging from the low forties to high sixes.Slowly he walked the length of the hallway his shoes squishing in the ugly green carpet. He turned around and remembered he did not have Willford’s room number. On a whim he asked a plump maid with graying hair, “Where’s your Presidential sweet?” She jutted her feather duster toward the last door. He nodded his thanks, and turned toward it.

Wrapping on the door he called, “Tomas Willford?”

Alesio heard the chain lock unravel and watched the door creep open. He called mockingly, “Tommy Willford?”

The door swung closed again, but Willford was too late. Alesio’s left foot jarred open the door and he kicked it open. The elderly maid screamed in fright, but Alesio waved a forged police badge at her over his shoulder. She silenced but watched nervously.

Alesio forced his way into the room and eyed the occupant coldly. He was a man of average height and graying black hair that made him look to be in his late forties or early fifties. The man had huge upper arms and might have been intimidating in many cases, but he was shaking.

“Who are you? What do you want of me?” he asked in a frightened Jewish accent.

“The Family, is very disappointed in you,” Alesio said leering. “How could you take our assistance so lightly?”

“I-I.. What are you taking about?” he asked nervously.

“You’d think a man in your situation would think twice about insulting my intelligence.”

“I don’t know what you’re taking about,” sputtered Willford.

“Thought you were pretty slick, huh?” sneered Alesio. “The Don gives you money out of his own pocket so you can start that publishing business of yours and whatya do? Spend all of it on this hotel room! Is that how highly you regard the Don’s trust?”

“I..” he stammered shaken by the fact he could no longer play naïve. “You don’t understand, I was staying here because I thought I could meet important business contacts and…”

“You don’t understand,” snarled Alesio. “You don’t ** with the Family.”

Willford feared being made into an example and tried to rush for the door. But, Alesio blocked him and his mouth curved into a sickening smile. Willford tried to punch him but he twisted it away easily. Then he drew his foot back and rammed a hobnailed shoe into his groin. Willford winced, tears running down his face from the pain. Slowly he sank to his knees, looking up at his eyes full of terror. Alesio held him in place by his shirt, and pulled out the .45 with his other hand.

“Please,” he bagged in a high-pitched shout. “I have a wife and two children.”

“Then I guess you won’t have to worry about pallbearers,” Alesio snared, holding the gun so it was almost touching Willford’s forehand and he grit his before teeth pulling the trigger.

There was a sickening thunk as his body fell forward. Blood and brains splashed onto the cream-colored walls and newly made bed. Alesio thought with horror that he saw a tiny chunk of the man’s skull rocket across room. He nudged the body over and fired another round in the back of his head. Blood gushed freely onto the white carpet.

Stooping down he gathered the golden shellcasings in his hands and stuffed them into his pants’ pocket. Acting on the orders from a capo he dragged the body over to a chair and propped the man in it, then dropped yesterday’s newspaper in his lap. Then he took out a long knife and slit the man’s wrists and throat. Blood dribbled down his chest and over his arms. Alesio turned away sick to his stomach and headed down the stairs after flashing the forged police badge at the maid again.

He walked briskly out of the lobby not looking at anyone. The bystanders stared at each other wondering if they had heard the sounds of an arrest gone badly or if it was really murder. A black Buick rolled up to the curve it’s tires screeching.Alesio veered toward it and climbed in and shut the door a second or two after the car started toward the main road.

“How’d it go?” asked the driver, a man with graying hair and bushy eyebrows, as if he had gone to a baseball game.

“He’s dead,” answered unable to look the man who had instructed him in the art in the eye.

“Still got the gun?” asked the driver.

“Yeah,” said Alesio nudging his pocket.

“Good,” said the driver. “Don’t worry ‘bout prints, there’s tape on the handle that won’t leave ‘em. When we get back I want you to take it apart and then scatter the pieces round town randomly. Understand?”

“Yup,” he said nodding. “But can’t they trace the bullets back to the gun?”

“Its stolen from a National Guard post,” answered the driver. “And hey if the Amy is still as stupid as they were in ’98, they might pin it on some fat grunt.” He gave a barking laugh after the last statement. “Did anyone see you?”

“Some old maid, but I think, I had her convinced I was an undercover.”

“Nice. Dumb ** musta been ninety.”

“Bout that,” said Alesio chuckling. “Anything else I should do Mr. Gallo?”

“Geez, Mr. Gallo? It’s Gallo, okay? What am I your teacher? Burn the clothes you got on.”

“You got it.”

Gallo put a hand on his shoulder and said in his husky voice, “Good job, I think you made your bones today.”

You've got an awesome idea there, good description (shooting scene very much worthy of an M rating) and... well, wow.

A few ideas of mine:

- I'm not sure how far forensic science will have come in that time, so I wouldn't know how they'd be able to trace the gun at all. *shrugs* - You referenced a date of '98. I'm hoping that's 1898.

BTW, haven't heard from you in awhile! Nice to see the review on my poem; sorry for makin' ya emo. XD

I posted chap 1, can you review it??

Yup 1898 and they could always trace the bullets gun/

Things I need help with:

nfo on how gambling rackets were run

Howv Mifia got into Labor Unions

And most of all I need help making sure that the Don's neice and his love devoups beliveably. Never been in love, so got no idea. lol! *Cuts self* Why, why did you get me all Emo like?!

'Cause I'm cool like that. You'll be even more emo if you ever see my next poem - I'll be posting it in a few days. Heh heh heh...

Can't help with labor unions, could probably get some info on gambling rackets, and I'll do my best with the romance. :)

Going to review!

Damn right you is! Yay! I would think seein that your pro pic is two peoples kissin you like romance. *Cuts* Oh no!

Not really; I just like 'Anastasia' XD. I was making a whole wack of avatars and that was my best one. Stop cuttin' yourself :D .

Did I review the fic? My memory sucks.

I think so your need in civil war RP.

Schweet, didn't know it was active again! :)

Need any assistance with the fic, or is it on layaway for a bit?

Chapter 3 The Don’s Delight

The Don’s face froze in puzzlement for a few moments. Who could it be? The only appointment he had this evening was with Gallo and his new soldier. Finely the mystery of it got to him and he said, “Send them in.”

Evens opened the door and the Don’s eyes smiled and he rose quickly. A girl of not more then eighteen walked in, grinning back at the Don. She was just a foot over five feet with black hair that gathered about her shoulders. Fiery haze eyes took in the room. “Uncle, Amadeo,” she said excitedly as she flung her arms around her uncle, in an accent that was unmistakably Sicilian.

“My beautiful Carina,” said Caprio pulling her into a hug. “Why are you so early?”

“Father wished I surprised you,” she said beaming.

“It’s a welcome one,” said Caprio letting her go. “My lord, you are a young lady now!”

“I’ll always be your little delight,” said Carina smiling broadly.

“Yes, you will,” he said standing back to get a good look at her.

She moved around the room and smiled warmly at Gallo. He smiled back and said, “You’re gettin’ big! Last time I saw you, you were ten.”

“It has been too long,” said Carina. “Uncle, who is the other man?” This question was in Italian.

“He is one of my new soldiers,” answered Caprio.

She turned toward Alesio and smiled. It had the same softness and warmth when she’d smiled at the others in the room, but not of the fondness. Alesio who had no idea they had been chatting about him sat here dumb struck, his mouth half open.

“Are you always this rude when people try to be friendly?” she asked teasing.

“Uh, no, I’m..sorry,” he mumbled.

“As you should be,” she said flicking her bangs out of her eyes with a nod of her head. “What is your name?”

“Uh, Alesio,” he said his face feeling hot. He always became nervous around girls, he didn’t understand why.

“Nice to meet you, Alesio,” she said her smile returning.

“Yeah, nice to meet you, too.”

Caprio smiled and said, “Alesio, go help Carina unpack.”

“Sure thing,” said Alesio standing. “Where are your bags?”

“In the car out front,” she said.

“Okay, after you.”

She got up, straightening her dress, and then headed outside. They moved down the old steps toward the street. A taxi was parked just in front of the house, looking black against the night sky. Smiling at the driver she said, “Thank you for waiting.” She handed the driver her fare plus a little extra.

“No problem,” said the driver and then he speed off down the road once Alesio had grabbed the bags.

“Where do you want these?” asked Alesio lugging them into the house.

“I’ll show you,” said Carina heading up the stairs.

“Okay,” said Alesio struggling under the weight of the bags.

“Just here,” she said choosing the closest room on the second floor.

Alesio stepped aside so she could open the door and then set the bags on the bed. Carina walked over and unzipped the bags. Rummaging through them, she pulled out her dresses and set them next to the bag. Then she pulled out hairbrushes and pins.

“Could you put those in my dresser?” she asked handing him all her dresses.

“I guess so,” he murmured taking them and stuffing them in her dresser.

“Not like that,” she scolded. She pulled out one and folded it. “You try now.”

He took a dress in his hands and folded it like she had. It did not look as good, but worked.

“Good,” she said clapping her hands.

“Is that it?” he asked looking down at the dress.

“Almost,” she said tucking the sleeves together.

“I see,” said Alesio.

“Thank you for your help Alesio, that was very kind,” she leaned over and pecked his cheek.

Alesio turned a blushing and walked out the room. “You’re welcome,” he muttered over his shoulder. He went downstairs and found Gallo reading the paper. He peered over it for a second and saw Alesio rubbing his face.

“Go okay?” Gallo asked trying to smother a smile.

“I guess,” said Alesio fearing his face would crack because he rubbed it so much.

“Italian girls have a nice way of sayin’ thank you,” Gallo said pulling on a cigarette. “Just ask my wife.”

“Oh,” said Alesio, his face growing redder. “Yeah..”

“It don’t mean nothin’,” he warned him. “Now let me show you your room.”

***

Alesio woke in a small bed and rolled over on his left side squinting out the widow. Rays of light danced along the floor. He guessed it must be near eleven o’clock. Jumping out of bed, he threw on a white shirt and overalls. He quickly headed down downstairs He found Gallo clearing dishes off a large table shoved in the corner of the kitchen.

“Egg?” offered Gallo. “Bout time for lunch so a egg sandwich?”

“No, I’m fine,” mumbled Alesio.

“Come on,” said Gallo dropping an egg into the frying pan on the stove. “You gotta eat.”

“I’m alright,” muttered Alesio. “You cook?”

“Of course,” said Gallo turning to glance at the puzzled look younger man on his face. “That is the quickest way to a young girl’s heart. When I first found the balls to talk to my Francesca, she was working at an office as a secretary. In the mist of our conversation she grumbled about being hungry, I offered to make her diner at my place. After that we began to like each other.”

“Egg sounds okay,” said Alesio finely submitting and sitting down.

“How you want it?” asked Gallo string the egg.

“Scrambled,” muttered Alesio.

“Ha,” said Gallo. “Just like that guy’s face, huh?”

Alesio suddenly felt sick as he pictured Willford’s body. He shut his eyes and was forced to recall the man’s blood and brains on the wall. Now, he didn’t think he could eat. Gallo looked up his face somewhere between a smile and a frown.

“Aww…Geez, kid, I didn’t mean to make you loose your lunch,” said Gallo genuinely. “Why don’t you take a walk and see if you’re honey later?”

Well done! I can't see anything you ought to change, it's pretty good.

Cool. Maybe I'll make an outline for the rest. Where wouldyou like this to go, i'm just wondering.

For the story? That's your part dude!

O right away its my part...

It's your story! :D

Yeah...

Okay so decided to make a outline of what’s to come I’m just not sure how to get from point A to B. That’ll need help with.

Edit: between 10 and 11- he tells Carina of her bothers death and says it was his fault. She denies it. He tries to comfort her and they end up making love. She admits that she loves him

OK... good outline, I understand what you're wanting to do. What exactly do you need help with.

I guess coming with more details...

... OK... seems pretty detailed to me.

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