The reason I am here
Everything you think you know about the mafia, well, let's just say erase it all from your mind. We do not marry for love. We marry for the benefit of the mob, aka our family. Do you know how, in the movies, the mob boss would randomly look at someone in the mob and it seemed as if he would mind link him. Yeah, that's not true. Most of the men that surround the boss are idiots. They are only there because they do as they are told and they are killers. We are only allowed to socialize with anyone inside of our family. When the boss gives the OK to someone else, that is when we are able to socialize with outsiders. But the most important rule is
number 1 do not socialize with any other mob that is not extended family and absolutely no ordinary people and I will explain this as my story goes on. If you do, then you can imagine what will happen. Sometimes broken hands, your tongue cut out, and sometimes death depending who the person is and their intentions. I know everything just literally confused you, but I promise as you read and I will tell you about my life everything will make since. Our lives are actually not as glorious as you may think. Yes, there is money, yes, big parties and huge houses. When you are the mafia boss's daughter, people address me by my name and nothing else. Everyone shows you respect out of fear, because if they disrespect you they could be beaten and sometimes may never be heard or seen again.
We do have amazing qualities. For instance, when we do love, we love hard and the whole family will protect and love that person as well. One could die to save the one they love and the family you marry into. We have money and some say we live in what they think would be a fairy tale, but in realty the grass is always greener on the other side. For a female born into the mob, you wont get married for love. You will be forced to marry for the benefit of the mob. Either for joining the two families or mobs together, or one owes the other and you are payment. For a man, it's a dream come true. For a woman, it's hell. Us females born into the mobs truly get the short end of the stick.
I mean some come out lucky, but others it is a true nightmare. If given the chance, the female wouldn't even give the male the time of day, let alone marry him and have his children. So if you are out and happen to see a beautiful woman with the most opposite male next to her, yes, she feels disgusted and no, it's not because he has a good heart. It's more like either he offered her parents a hefty gift for her, or one of them owed the other's family money. Sad to say, but this is the life of a female in the mob. It is not rainbows and butterflies and true love at first site. Can you imagine? A lot of times, it is complete unhappiness and a feeling of disgust her entire life.
I wish all the mob men were muscle and tattoos, and just drop dead gorgeous like in the movies. But a lot are fat and lazy, who act like a child that has no attractive bones in their body. Well, since we have all that cleared up. I will tell you about my story and the life of a Mafia boss's daughter.
My grandfather is a strong man, a true family man. He owned a construction company in Kentucky. They did drywall, framing, painting, literally everything to build a house. One day, my grandfather met a man named Pete. Pete also owned a construction company in New York. But Pete was running from one of the most notorious straight killer Mofias in New York. They are known as the Valentines.Well, Pete and my grandfather decided to work together. You know Pete from New York. He had the swag, the accent and he could literally sell a ketchup popsicle stick to anyone wearing white gloves. Like he was that good at talking and getting people to buy whatever he was selling. So, for many years, the business just started to grow well. Word got out to the Valentines about where Pete was. So the Valentines made a presence to my grandfather. Now, if something happened to Pete, the money from my grandfather's business would leave, as my grandfather was no smooth talker, but man, he was a worker. So he knew if something happened to Pete, the money would stop coming in. So my grandfather made a deal with the Valentines and whenever they needed any work done on a property or business, he would work for them, no matter what it was, with no questions asked. They ended up agreeing. Well, my dad got the short end of this stick, as my mom was a lucky one. Pete offered my mother to my grandfather for his son, my dad, to marry. And this way, my grandfather would know that Pete and his family would forever be in debt to my grandfather. So my grandfather accepted and let's just say this is the reason why I am here.
My grandfather's business just took off, better than he could ever expect. It took off so well that my father was actually able to open a mechanics' shop and have several garages around the Louisville area and surrounding. Everytime something goes good, something bad happens. My father left to go to work like he did every day. I was looking out of the window when I saw 2 black colored cars pulling in front of the house. I hear my mother hurrying through the house and putting bags next to the door.
" Come on!" My mother said.
" Where are we going?" I asked.
" We are leaving. Take this." She says, handing me a small bag. She opened the door, grabbing a dufflebag carrying it on her shoulder and grabbing another in her hand.
" Come on!" She says as she puts her other hand on me, pushing me out of the door. We walked to the strange car when a large man got out of the driver's seat and opened the back door for us to get in. My mother lays the bags on the ground and pushes me into the car. I am looking around, trying to figure out what is going on. The sound of the trunk slamming made me jump and sit upright on the seat.
" Hello Ann. How have you been?" The man says, now sitting back in the drivers seat and backing out of the driveway
" Hey Mikey. I have been ok. Ready to get back home." My mother says with a smile on her face. I am just looking at her and this man, something just did not feel right in my 5-year-old little body.
" Mr. Valentine will be glad you are coming back home. I can assure you this." He says, as he then looks at me in the rear-view mirror and says " Your Father is ready to meet you, you are all he has been talking about."
" She is just a little shy," my mother says as she gives me a stern look. I just look out of the window not understanding anything that is happening. All i know is that it seems as if the car ride is never going to end. I eventually fell asleep laying on the backseat.
" Wake up. We are home." My mother says. I sat up and looked out of the window. We were stopped in a driveway with large gates in front of us. Mikey rolls his window down and pushes a button on a pole that has a speaker attached to it.
" State your business." A man's voice says out of the speaker.
" Ann and Ms. Valentine has returned." Mikey says. Suddenly, the gates begin to open. Going down a driveway, the only thing you can see is what the headlights are shinning on. Trees on both sides of the driveway, deer running. Suddenly, you can see a bunch of lights straight forward. I sit closer to the edge of the seat trying to see what all the lights are. Then, it started to come into view a large brick house, so large as Mikey drove closer, I had to keep looking up, trying to see all 3 floors. He went to the front of the house that had a water fountain in the middle of the driveway. The house hugged the driveway as it made the circle. I have never seen a
house this big. As I am looking at this monstrosity of a house in front of me, I see the large double doors open and a man around mid 30s come out, his black hair combed back. He is short and a little on the heavy side, wearing a suit. The car door opened and my mother stepped out and said to me,
" Come on, go meet your Father!"
" Thats not daddy!" I said to her confused
" Yes it is! That is your Father. Do you hear me?"
I just shook my head yes. This man is not my father. The father that I have known for 5 years is tall, stocky, young, with short brown hair. This man is not him. I got out of the car holding my mother's hand and trying to hide behind her.
" Maria." She says now pulling me in front of her. "Maria, go say hi to your Father." She says, but I couldn't understand. Maria is not my name. Why is she calling me this? I just looked at her. She turns me around and pushes me towards this man.
" You are so beautiful. Come on Maria, come inside, let's look at you in the light." He said as I slowly started to walk through the door, scanning the room. There were huge, tall ceilings with a chandelier hanging in the middle of the steps that went all the way up to the third floor. I looked behind the man and saw another room and a door on the left and right. Doorways and hallways everywhere. Suddenly, I looked back at him.
" Look at my beautiful little girl!" He says, looking at me. Suddenly, my mother walks in and gives him a kiss on his cheek.
" This is Ms.Bonnie" he says, motioning to an older white woman with grey hair in a bun wearing a maids outfit. "She is going to show you your room. You go wash up and dinner will be ready soon." He says as Bonnie is walking over to me, guiding me up the stairs.
