Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2020 4:15:53 GMT -7
Salvatore Vincent Maroni, the patriarch of the Maroni family, the boss of the Maroni family was a bit on the large side. He was just naturally large, he had broad shoulders and was fairly tall. However he also liked to eat, he had a fondness for seafood, pasta but one of his favorite foods was the New Jersey sub sandwich. The grinder, a sandwich that had all the cured meats that Italy was famous for between a hoagie roll. He had one at least once a week, something that could have contributed to his slight weight problem. Sal has been going to the same sub shop since he was about ten years old, it's named "Subcity" and they have a few locations throughout downtown Gotham. This sub shop was founded by Antonio Fetts in the '80s and is now owned by Maroni. About five years ago after he became boss, Maroni decided to buy the business from Antonio Fetts, allowing him to run the place out of his fondness for the old man and his sandwiches. This allowed Maroni to have that taste of nostalgia whenever he wanted and it ensured that Antonio Fetts and his family could live peacefully without having to worry about money. Antonio loved working at the shop, but he was getting old so he was thinking about a replacement.
His grandson Richard was going to be that replacement until one day when one of his friends introduced him to Heroin. The drug caused Richard to lose his family, his fiance, it caused him to become in debt to his Grandfather and others. He had even taken money from the mob but was never touched because Maroni's men knew better. Antonio would always take care of it though, no matter how much Richard owed. A month ago, Richard bought some heroin from a lowlife drug dealer by the name of Eddie Stillman. This Eddie was an associate of some of the street gangs around the more poverty-stricken areas of Gotham. This heroin turned out to be a bad batch, this heroin killed Richard Fetts. It took Antonio so long to talk to Sal because his family knew what would happen if he got involved. Antonio couldn't take it anymore, he was overwhelmed with grief that he couldn't keep himself from talking to Sal any longer. He told him everything, making sure to detail that the police never arrested Stillman, and he was still walking free. Maroni sat through the story calm and collected, but once old man Fetts left, he placed a call.
It was midday in one of the most rundown neighborhoods on the outskirts of Gotham's uptown. Graffiti was everywhere, there were derelict buildings that haven't been maintained since the 90's, it was just a broken location. There was no hope here, this is where hope came to die. The people that lived here had no choice, they grew up in abusive families and had kids of their own. Those kids went through the same abuses their parents did, and would most likely continue the cycle if they had kids of their own. Drugs, alcohol, domestic violence was plentiful in this neighborhood, and all the ones like it. If someone was born here and was lucky enough to make it out, they did everything they could for the disenfranchised children, even if they thought it might have been too late. Men like Eddie Stillman were the scum of the earth.
Arturo 'The Duck' Dante and Angelo 'The Fink' Finkle were soldiers under Salvatore Maroni. They were parked at a corner in their blue convertible, a car that was much to fancy for this part of town. They might have stuck out like a sore thumb, but people seemed to know that they should stay away. They waited for Eddie Stillman to make an appearance, and once he did they decided to watch him for a while. "Hey hey little lady, you got a need I can satisfy?" Were the first words that came out of his mouth when a young woman walked past him. She ignored him at first, but he just kept trying. "C'mon baby y'know I got the good stuff. If you don't have the cash I'm sure we can work something out." The woman didn't relent, she just started walking faster and eventually escaped him.
"Your loss, toots."
"Okay I've seen enough." Arturo, who was in the driver seat turned around to grab his baseball bat from the backseat before he got out of the car. Angelo nodded and made sure his colt 1911 semi-automatic pistol was ready to go before following. The pair approached Eddie Stillman, they stood in front of him, and they stuck out like a sore thumb because both were wearing suits. "Hey fellas, ya lost? Or you just lookin' for a fix? What's with the bat?" Not another word was uttered before the bat carried by Arturo was slammed into the chest of Eddie. "Unf!" The man tumbled to the ground, where Arturo would strike him three more times. "Fuckin' cocksucker! Whaddya want? Money? Dope? both?"
At this point Angelo would pull out his gun, picking up Eddie by the collar enough to where he could shove the barrel of gun into his mouth. "Whafhfst Ishi doo?"
"Richard Fetts. Member' him?"
"Schifthtt"
Angelo would pull the gun out of Eddie's mouth and pistol whip him, sending him back to the ground.
"Look fellas, I didn't know it was bad... okay it happens, please don't kill me!" Eddie was bleeding on the pavement, some people were watching but none of them were jumping in to do anything.
Angelo pointed the gun at Eddie, pulling the hammer back. "What you want me to put on your tombstone?"
"HELP! Somebody HELP!"
Of course, he called for help, the drug dealer was screaming for help. "Hahaha, help? Look at the neighborhood we're in pal. Aint nobody comin' to help yer sorry heap."
Angelo was moving to pull the trigger, a distraction of sort could stop him. Say a bystander that wanted to save the upstanding citizen that was Eddie Stillman.
His grandson Richard was going to be that replacement until one day when one of his friends introduced him to Heroin. The drug caused Richard to lose his family, his fiance, it caused him to become in debt to his Grandfather and others. He had even taken money from the mob but was never touched because Maroni's men knew better. Antonio would always take care of it though, no matter how much Richard owed. A month ago, Richard bought some heroin from a lowlife drug dealer by the name of Eddie Stillman. This Eddie was an associate of some of the street gangs around the more poverty-stricken areas of Gotham. This heroin turned out to be a bad batch, this heroin killed Richard Fetts. It took Antonio so long to talk to Sal because his family knew what would happen if he got involved. Antonio couldn't take it anymore, he was overwhelmed with grief that he couldn't keep himself from talking to Sal any longer. He told him everything, making sure to detail that the police never arrested Stillman, and he was still walking free. Maroni sat through the story calm and collected, but once old man Fetts left, he placed a call.
It was midday in one of the most rundown neighborhoods on the outskirts of Gotham's uptown. Graffiti was everywhere, there were derelict buildings that haven't been maintained since the 90's, it was just a broken location. There was no hope here, this is where hope came to die. The people that lived here had no choice, they grew up in abusive families and had kids of their own. Those kids went through the same abuses their parents did, and would most likely continue the cycle if they had kids of their own. Drugs, alcohol, domestic violence was plentiful in this neighborhood, and all the ones like it. If someone was born here and was lucky enough to make it out, they did everything they could for the disenfranchised children, even if they thought it might have been too late. Men like Eddie Stillman were the scum of the earth.
Arturo 'The Duck' Dante and Angelo 'The Fink' Finkle were soldiers under Salvatore Maroni. They were parked at a corner in their blue convertible, a car that was much to fancy for this part of town. They might have stuck out like a sore thumb, but people seemed to know that they should stay away. They waited for Eddie Stillman to make an appearance, and once he did they decided to watch him for a while. "Hey hey little lady, you got a need I can satisfy?" Were the first words that came out of his mouth when a young woman walked past him. She ignored him at first, but he just kept trying. "C'mon baby y'know I got the good stuff. If you don't have the cash I'm sure we can work something out." The woman didn't relent, she just started walking faster and eventually escaped him.
"Your loss, toots."
"Okay I've seen enough." Arturo, who was in the driver seat turned around to grab his baseball bat from the backseat before he got out of the car. Angelo nodded and made sure his colt 1911 semi-automatic pistol was ready to go before following. The pair approached Eddie Stillman, they stood in front of him, and they stuck out like a sore thumb because both were wearing suits. "Hey fellas, ya lost? Or you just lookin' for a fix? What's with the bat?" Not another word was uttered before the bat carried by Arturo was slammed into the chest of Eddie. "Unf!" The man tumbled to the ground, where Arturo would strike him three more times. "Fuckin' cocksucker! Whaddya want? Money? Dope? both?"
At this point Angelo would pull out his gun, picking up Eddie by the collar enough to where he could shove the barrel of gun into his mouth. "Whafhfst Ishi doo?"
"Richard Fetts. Member' him?"
"Schifthtt"
Angelo would pull the gun out of Eddie's mouth and pistol whip him, sending him back to the ground.
"Look fellas, I didn't know it was bad... okay it happens, please don't kill me!" Eddie was bleeding on the pavement, some people were watching but none of them were jumping in to do anything.
Angelo pointed the gun at Eddie, pulling the hammer back. "What you want me to put on your tombstone?"
"HELP! Somebody HELP!"
Of course, he called for help, the drug dealer was screaming for help. "Hahaha, help? Look at the neighborhood we're in pal. Aint nobody comin' to help yer sorry heap."
Angelo was moving to pull the trigger, a distraction of sort could stop him. Say a bystander that wanted to save the upstanding citizen that was Eddie Stillman.