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Mafia fic Chap 1

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When someone tells you that their child is the apple of their eye, your heart begins to melt and you picture a smiling father and his beautiful little girl. This was no exception for Fat Tony and the now five year old little girl he found on his door step named Meg. She was a happy child; always eager to follow either her father or one of the boys when they would go into another room and ask them if they wanted to play a game. In an instant, they would stop what they were doing and play with the little girl. Meg was especially close to Legs. Legs adored that little girl and whenever she asked him to play hide-and-seek, play a tea party or even if it involved dressing up with her, he would. One night in particular, Legs remembered it was raining outside and there was a terrible thunder and lightning storm. Meg was afraid that night and had a hard time staying asleep in her bed. Louie, Fat Tony and Legs stayed by her bedside until they all thought she was fast asleep. But children sometimes plays tricks on their loved ones and within a few minutes, the little girl found her way to Legs’ room, carrying her favorite stuffed teddy, and asking him if he could stay with her until the storm passed. Legs smiled right there because she didn’t go to Louie, nor did she go to her own father. She came to his room, and with that, he picked up Meg and carried her back to her room. For the next three hours, up until the storm stopped, Legs would tell stories of the old country, wine making, and valleys with lush fields of green and air that would clear your lungs. Now, to most children they wouldn’t understand and they would be bored within minutes but Legs made these stories fascinating and Meg loved all of Legs’ stories about Italy. All of the mobsters that came into contact with the little girl loved her, especially Don Vittorio,
Springfield’s head mafia boss. On her fourth birthday, Don showered the little girl with expensive gifts, from clothes to cases full of money. He would always tell Fat Tony that the little girl would do amazing things for the D’Amico family. Despite the fact that she was not Fat Tony’s biological daughter, they all treated her like family. But there was one person that never quite felt the way that everyone else felt.
Since the day Fat Tony claimed Meg as his own, Johnny TightLips kept his distance from the little girl. As she grew up, she noticed this. All of the other men played games with her, came to her birthdays or told her she was a pretty little girl but Johnny didn’t do any of these things. Meg remembered one time when she was three she wanted to play with Johnny. He was alone in Lounge, polishing his gun and drinking a glass of wine. She walked up to him, smiled and tugged on his pant leg. But the look he gave her, she would never forget. There was both anger and pure disgust in his eyes, as she slowly began to walk away. He placed his gun down, picked up the glass of wine, and took a long sip of wine. As he wiped his lips, he continued looking at Meg.

“What do you want you little brat,” he asked in a low tone.

Meg didn’t say anything at first and continued walking towards the door. That day, she became fearful of the man she thought loved her just as much as the other men.

“I...I…I just wanted to know if you wanted to pla…pl...play…”

Johnny began to laugh, as he slammed the glass down. The little girl jumped.
“Play? You wanted me to play with you, kid? Listen; if you think I will play dress up, have tea parties or chase you around this blasted house while those other bastards hide, you got another thing coming. So, if I was you kid, I would go ask your precious daddy or your other goons you play with. Got it?”

He picked up the glass of wine and took another sip. He looked over and noticed the tears forming in Meg’s eyes. She was now looking down at her feet.

“I…I understand Johnny. Sorry I bothered you…”

As she left, Johnny let out a sigh, and continued polishing his gun. He didn’t want to hurt her the way he did just now but she didn’t deserve to have a family this good come into her life. She deserved to be placed in an orphanage like he said that night or thrown back out into the streets. That’s where that little brat belonged. Obviously her parents didn’t want her, so why should his boss pick up where they left off? Than, he stopped polishing the gun and sighed. Just like my parents, he thought. Dumping me on some door stop so some homely people could take care of me.
Johnny’s real parents deserted him when he was three weeks old. He was living in Italy in a small, poor village. He was placed on the door step of a woman and man’s home one night and was found several hours later when the man was heading off to work. When the found him, the didn’t have the heart to send him off. They immediately ask around who had recently given birth to a little boy but no one would come forward. ‘Of course they wouldn’t,’ Johnny thought. ‘I was a mistake…just like that little girl…’ So, the couple took care of Johnny and claimed him as their. Johnny thought they were his real parents until one day they told him the truth. After that day, he could no longer look at them the same. Why should he, when his real family didn’t want him. All this time he was living a lie. When they came to America, Johnny got into trouble, stopped going to school and joined the mafia at the age of twenty. He felt like he didn’t deserve to have the love of the people that claimed to be his parents. Why should this little girl have Fat Tony’s love?
Several minutes later, Legs came into the room. He was angry and Johnny had a feeling why.
“Look, if this is about the kid, all I did was tell her I didn’t want to play.”
Legs to a seat next to Johnny. He than picked up Johnny by his shirt collar and placed his nose against his. Johnny than smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
“Hey Legs look, if your going to beat me up because I said those things about Meg, than go ahead but you and everyone in this house knows I never liked that kid since the day Fat Tony brought her into it. I’m not about to drop everything because she wants to play. Got it?”
By no Legs was frustrated with his excuses and dropped Johnny to the ground.
“You didn’t have to make her cry Johnny. You know we love her…”
“Yeah well mobsters don’t have hearts and I’m one of them. You’ve gone soft, Legs. You, Louie, Fat Tony- hell, even the Don has a heart now for that little girl. But not me. As far as I’m concerned, she means nothing to me.”
“Johnny, you don’t mean that about her…”
“I do, Legs. She doesn’t deserve this family. She doesn’t deserve you, Louie, me or Fat Tony as a father. What she does deserve is the streets to where she came from. Just like me, she will turn on all of you in an instant when Fat Tony tells her the truth.”
Legs stood there, looking at Johnny now getting up and adjusting his shirt collar. “Is this what this all about? Because of your past and what you went through? You seriously think that little girl would turn on us?”
“Yes I do Legs. Sooner or later, that girl will forget about you and all of the D’Amico family when the boss tells her about her real family. She will leave us and god knows what else she will do. You watch…”
Legs was quiet for a moment. Johnny took a seat back on the couch and began polishing his gun again. Before long, Legs spoke again.
“You’re wrong about that little girl. She would never turn her back on this family. You see the way her eyes glow whenever she’s around us. You don’t know what you’re talking about, Johnny.”
With that, Legs turned around and headed out for the door, as he left, he looked back and looked at Johnny, still sitting there. This time, he stopped polishing and was now looking at his gun. Johnny studied his gun and thought about his past. Then, Meg came to his mind. Would she really turn her back on this family, the way he did on his?
Chapter 1.....:)
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This is GREAT, your a very gifted wrighter