Gio

Like I said, I’m hoping I find revenge at the bottom of this glass.

If I don’t, I hope death finds me first.

I feel like I’m taking shit from all angles, my brother on the other hand is using this to his advantage. He’s vying for the boss's seat.

Gian walks into the bar. He looks impeccable, honestly he’s a better made man than I am.

When he texted me that we were having a meet at our bar, The Alibi, tonight I had been laying in bed being miserable as usual. I rolled out and dressed in dark jeans, a gray t-shirt, and my favorite leather jacket. I have some leeway considering we don’t have a boss and my mom’s dead, but under normal circumstances I should have been wearing a suit.

But honestly, I don’t have any fucks left to give.

My brother on the other hand is sharply dressed in a three-piece black Armani suit. He even has a chic pocket square to finish off the look.

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; On the outside we look alike, but anyone who really knows us knows we’re nothing like each other.

I’m the idea man, flying by the seat of my pants and Gian is calm, collected, and calculated. He plots, I act.

Together, we’re a force to be reckoned with.

Gian’s presence in the bar commands the place. Already, the surrounding men are beginning to quiet and are ready to hear what he has to say.

There’s a power vacuum in Providence.

It started when Angelo DeMarco, la Famiglia underboss was killed the same night as the boss’s, Massimo Maranzano, son. It took them all a few years to learn the dirty details that surrounded the two families, but now all of that has passed them and la Famiglia remained without a boss.

Gian plans to fill the void. He’s playing the long game though. One spark and this whole family could go up in flames. He wants everything to go perfectly according to his plans.

I reached up to the top shelf to grab a new bottle of whiskey before pouring a healthy dose into two cups. One for me, one for Gian.

He nods his appreciation wordlessly as he grabs the low ball and takes a swig. “Thank you.” he mouths.

The bar was closed to the public for the night. It was only made men here. Men who had been initiated into this thing of ours, formally known as La Cosa Nostra.

La Famiglia has been a part of my life since I was born. Most of the men who stood in here were lifers. Our fathers and grandfathers were made, and we followed in their footsteps. La Famiglia was a true family.

Gian stood silent for a minute, taking in the room. The men here tonight were younger, the new generation of men. They were men who were loyal to us and who were angry about the previous leadership. It wasn’t all the men though.

There were some guys, the old guards, who weren’t going to follow Gian. He was only thirty years old, young in the world of Italians. He wasn’t married, which made the older men distrust him. They thought him to be young and unstable, but they misread him, he’s more cold and calculated.

Gian adjusts the cufflinks on his suit jacket and leans casually back against the bar.

“La fata di questa famiglia sono aperti.”

The affairs of this family are now open.

The announcement gains the attention of any man who had not already silenced themselves for Gian. And honestly, it also made his intentions very apparent.

Gian is the boss now.

“I bet you’re all wondering why I called you here tonight.” the men stand in silence but he has their attention now. “It seems we’re lacking leadership with Massimo’s death, and let’s be honest, he set us up for failure.”

A few men grunt their agreement. One even whispers bastard. It’s no secret that Massimo was hated, especially in this group. Not one of them batted an eye when he had been killed months before by a New York boss.

“So I think it’s time for a vote. We need a new leader. Someone who will protect our values. Someone who will make sure we have money in our pockets and steaks on our tables. Someone who will ensure that our families are safe, and that our daughters are cherished.”

There were men cheering now. They were enticed by his words, his promises.