Dubliner sat alone in his office room at his Florida Suburb Home. He wasn’t a big fan of high profile living. He wasn’t one to flaunt his wealth to the people around him. He put down the paper he was reading and reached for his drink on his mahogany desk in front of him. He took a sip of it and sighed as he placed it back down on the table… He lit a Cuban cigar and began smoking just as Vindog came running into his home. He busted through the front door and startled Dubliner. Dub reached for his .44 Magnum strapped to his ankle and pointed it at the office door. Vindog ran into the room as Dub let out a sigh of relief.
“Dub! Really and Angel are killing off a group of gangsters!”
Dub looks up from the newspaper. His eyes peer over the top of the pages… “Do we have a list of the dead so far?”
“Umm…” Vindog begins peering around the room trying to remember the names of all who had been killed…
Dub looks back down at the paper and begins reading again…
“Jetfire, Santo Trafficante Jr,…”
“What?” Dub looks back up over the newspaper, “Did you say Santo is gone…?”
“Yeah, just happened. Last I saw of Really, he was attacking Mr. Blood.”
Dub rushed into the living room and grabbed the phone and dialed a number… He listens as the phone rings…
Really and Angel sat across a well-polished wooden table. Several waiters walk around next to them refilling drinks and setting out appetizers and bringing their meals…
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Angel looked up at Really as he began eating his food.
“Of course,” Really said, “You’re my brother. Especially after Dub refused to retire from Kingpin position.”
“Well, it’s either do this or be killed eventually by someone else.”
“I’m getting tired of this life anyways. I wanna settle down…” Really said.
They both stood up from the table and reached behind their chairs. Angel pulled out a double-barreled sawed-off Shotgun and Really pulled out a classic AK47. They both began walking towards the doors… Really was the first one out onto the streets. He looked left and then right and began walking to the right. He turned around and began walking backwards as he called back to Angel, “Good luck, bro!”
Angel smiled and turned back the opposite direction of Really as they both walked away from eachother…
Dub was calling Mickie to see where he was and if he could help prevent any further death.
“MICKIE!” Dub yelled.
“…sorry I cant make it to the phone right now. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”
Dub looked down at the phone and hung up. He looked back up at Vindog.
“Vin, head over to Oklahoma. See if you can talk some sense into either of these two…”
Vindog ran out of the room and jumped into his car. Dub looked back down at his phone… He began pressing numbers rapidly. The phone began ringing as he walked over to his front window. The hypnotic sound of loneliness repeated itself on the phone line… The constant ringing without the fruitful sound of another human being on the other end made Dub feel like he was being surrounded in darkness. Suddenly, he heard the sound of Royce Gambino come on the phone. His answering machine, also… Dub would face this problem alone, for he knew that he was the only person strong enough to stand a chance without Mickie or Royce on. One thing was for sure, Dub would sacrifice himself for AmericanMafia. It was his job to do so, anyways. He was the Kingpin. He had to put himself before the members like a shield and, so far, he had failed to do so with the deaths of Goodfellas and Santo…
Just then, Dub’s phone began ringing. He answered very quickly and the voice on the other end said, “Mr. Blood is being sent to the hospital. He has multiple gunshot wounds and puncture wounds…”
There’s another man dead… Dub had to do something quickly…
Really walked off the plane and took a taxi to the beach. He was aware that Jetfire enjoyed spending Christmas down in Honolulu, Hawaii because of the warm weather. Every season in Hawaii was summer and it was just what he needed. A nice weekend on the beach… Really was walking down the sidewalk and saw Jetfire. Really started walking towards him and called out his name. Jetfire turned around, saw Really, and approached with a smile on his face.
Jetfire turned around and saw Really standing there smiling at him with extended hand for a handshake. Jetfire reached out and shook Really’s hand.
“How would you like to hit this bank with me? You can use this AK47 I brought.” Really motioned to the left across the street with his head towards a nearby bank.
“Hey, of course I would! And thanks! We can split the money right down the middle, sound good?”
“Of course, after you!” Really let Jetfire take the lead.
The two entered the front doors and Jetfire emptied five shots into the roof to get attention. The guard by the door pulled his pistol but was stopped by Really who had his Colt .45 already at the guard’s head. The guard leaned over and put his gun on the floor. Jetfire walked towards the bank teller. BANG! He began limping towards the bank teller… He leaned over onto the counter and stared into the eyes of the Lady behind the counter… He slowly turned and saw Really pointing his gun at him…
“Sorry Jetfire… See you in Hell…”
Really pulled the trigger. Blood splattered onto the face of the bank teller as the bullet penetrated Jetfire’s head and exited in the back. His lifeless corpse fell onto the ground as everyone stared in awe… They didn’t know whether to stand and be happy that this man saved them all, or still stay down fearing that this man would continue the robbery… Really turned around and saw the guard with his gun in his hands pointed right at Really’s chest…
“Do it… I am a dead man anyways.” Really began walking past the guard. As he opened the door, the guard stood frozen facing all of the bystanders still laying on the ground not even paying attention to Really outside. BANG! The guards body flopped onto the floor as blood began spilling from his chest… Really was standing on the sidewalk with the door opened. He turned around and shot the guard in the back…
Dub stepped outside of his house. The cold air stunned his lungs as he struggled to breathe for a split second… This weather was unusual for Florida even in December… He looked up to the sky and was waiting for a sign… He turned and started walking back towards the front door and his phone started ringing.
Dub was stunned to hear Really on the other line…
“What are you doing?” Dub asked.
“You got until 2 pm to be in Kansas. I wanna fight you one on one.”
“I’ll be there at 2:30… No questions asked…” Dub couldn’t let Really win deal. He was a more prideful person than anything else…
“If you’re not in Kansas at 2:30, I’ll be here shooting you up… And just so you know I am serious, Mr. Blood will be having a funeral soon… Don’t let the next funeral be for you…”
Dub hung the phone up and ran back into his house towards his bedroom…
Angel walked down the street–he had intent to kill… He was walking through Tulsa, Oklahoma when he saw Santo Trafficante Jr. walking down the street from visiting his Mother on an early Christmas trip.
“I really got to go, Ma!” Santo was reaching for his coat by the door.
“Santo, my boy, please stay. It’s cold out there. You can schedule a flight for tomorrow.”
“Ma, really. I have business to take care of back in Florida. You should think about moving down there! It’s warmer.”
Santo moved closer to the door and opened it.
“Stay safe, Mom.”
“Oh, you know me. All I do is stay in bed and listen to ‘Maxwell House Show Boat’ on my new radio.”
Santo leaned back in the door and kissed his mother on the cheek. He said goodnight and closed the door and walked off of her porch and into the night. He wondered what some of his good friends were doing right now: Vindog, Dub, Angel, Really, and Mickie… He walked down the sidewalk with his hands in his trenchcoat to keep them warm. After about three minutes of walking, he noticed fast paced steps coming up behind him. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled his Colt 1911 and pointed it at the man who was behind him.
“Angel?” Santo was in complete shock to see Angel standing before him, “What are you doing here?” Santo holstered his gun and began casually speaking with Angel.
“I was dropping by to make sure you’re okay! Word on the street is that Really has gone crazy and is shooting up some valuable people!”
“We have to get to my mom’s house…” Santo began walking frantically back towards his mother’s home… Angel followed behind him at a distance as talking continued.
“I’ll send her on a plane to Wisconsin, I can’t let Really take her hostage or else I’ll be doomed…” Santo began stepping back up onto his mother’s porch.
Angel pulled his shotgun from his coat and aimed it at the back of Santo. Santo approached the door of his mother’s home and raised his hand to knock on it. Just as he started moving his hand forward, he felt a stinging sensation in his back and a loud, booming, and thunderous sound. Santo fell to his knees and reached in his jacket pocket and grabbed his 1911. Santo turned and fell to his back and released three bullets into the air. One struck Angel in the left arm and he yelled in pain. Angel took the second shot in his double barrel. It missed. The shotgun shells penetrated the door above Santo’s head. Santo opened the door behind him as Angel began reloading his weapon. He crawled into the house and saw his mother on the floor who had seen his son approaching the door again and was on her way to open it for him. She lay there bleeding, pale, and cold with a hole in her abdomen… Santo wiped tears from his eyes and turned back towards the open door. He saw Angel just finishing reloading and he began to raise his head to look at Santo…
Santo fired three more shots in rapid succession. Two of the shots missed their target but the third struck Angel in the left shoulder. Angel grimaced in pain as he rose the shotgun up towards Santo’s body. Santo has one shot left… He aimed at Angel’s head and pulled the trigger… BANG! Santo had a huge gaping hole in his chest from a shotgun shell. Angel pulled the trigger first. Santo laid dead right next to his own mother…
Dub stood in his bedroom and was packing a suitcase for his trip to Kansas. He got a call from Donnie Vegas who was in Delaware.
“Dub! Bro, word on the street is that Really is in California now. He killed Jetfire in Hawaii and got the first plane to California.”
“I am on my way to Kansas right now. Me and Really are meeting there…”
“Are you finishing this?”
“Well, I don’t know. Really used to be like a brother to me… We will see… If it comes down to it, yes… I sent Vindog to Oklahoma to try and talk to Angel.”
“Dub, Santo and Vin were just found dead at Santo’s mothers house…”
Dub fell silent and hung up the phone. He grabbed his bag and raced towards the airport.
Vindog was driving through Tulsa hoping to warn Santo that Angel and Really were killing a bunch of mobsters across the U.S. He pulled up to Santo’s mothers house and saw Angel standing over Santo and his mother. Vindog stepped out of the car and pointed his Thompson at Angel. Angel turned around and saw Vin standing there and he ducked inside of the house.
“Why are you here?” Angel yelled.
“What’d you do??” Vindog screamed back in anger.
Angel began reloading his weapon and was getting ready for a fight.
“We don’t have to do this, Vin.”
“I saw the blood pouring from your arm, you’re in serious trouble… It looks like the shoulder wound struck an artery… Why don’t you just toss your gun out onto the lawn and step out here… I can get you to our family doctor… No authorities will be contacted, unless you want the authorities to get you. If that’s the case, then the approaching sirens must sound like angels in your ears…”
“Alright… You win.” Angel tossed his gun out of the door and stepped outside.
Vindog put his gun in his jacket and watched Angel closely as he stepped towards his car. Vin turned to open his driver door. Angel ran up behind Vin and pushed him into the car. He fell to the floor and his gun fell onto the driveway under the car. Vin reached for it and pointed at Angel. Angel kicked at the gun and knocked it into the car onto the passengers seat. He reached for it and cocked it. He stood over Vin pointing the weapon at his face.
“You weren’t supposed to be here…” Angel said.
“You aren’t supposed to be here.” Vin remarked…
It was the last thing Vin would say… Angel popped two shots into his head and one to the chest.
Really busted into the bar where Mr. Blood spent most of his free time. He speed walked past the billiard tables and past booths that contained normal citizens… He walked straight up to Blood who was sitting at the bar and through a haymaker straight across the jaw of Mr. Blood.
Mr. Blood, caught completely off guard by the punches, was thrown to the ground and a hail of vicious and relentless assaults made on his body by Really. Really reached over the bar and grabbed a glass bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the bar. Mr. Blood stumbles up to his feet and looks at Really. He raises his hands and gets ready for a fight even though he’s already taken a beating. Really lunged at Mr. Blood with the sharp bottle and sliced for Mr. Blood’s stomach. Blood jumped out of the way and supported himself with his left arm on the bar. He used his right hand and swung downwards at the extended arm of Really. Really dropped the bottle and stumbled across the ground but regained his composure. Really jumped at Blood again but tried to throw a punch at the head. Blood dodged out of the way and used Really’s momentum and threw his head at the bar. Really’s head smashes against the bar and bounces back up. He begins to fall on the ground an d Blood jumps on top. Blood begins unleashing an uncountable amount of haymakers to Really’s head. Really stretches his arm out from his side and reaches for the bottle that lays four feet away from him.
Really uses his opposite hand to block the shots coming from his face and tries to lunge to the side to grab the bottle. He finally reaches the bottle and throws his arm upward at Blood’s face… Blood sees the shot coming and leans back as the shot flies past his face. Really brings his hand back and catches Blood on the side of his throat… Blood begins bleeding over the floor and makes gurgling sounds as he struggles to breathe…
Really hears sirens approaching outside, “Is there a back door to this place?” Really brandishes the bottle at the bartender who witnessed the whole thing.
The bartender points to a side door that leads to a hallway leading out to the alleyway. Really busts outside and runs through the alleyway.
Dub was about to board the plane when his phone rang, “Hello?”
“Dub, It’s Donnie. Mr. Blood was found bleeding to death in his bar…”
“Is he gone?”
“He was rushed to the hospital and has been stabilized…”
Dub hangs up the phone and boards the plane expecting to meet the killer of all these men in Kansas…
Really rushed to the airport before his identity was given up to officials by the bartender that he spared. He boarded the plane with ease and flew to Topeka, Kansas. He called Dub…
“Hey, you in Topeka?”
“Yes…” Dub was full of anger and anticipation…
“Alright… Meet me in the ‘Rowdy Clown’ bar on the corner of 1st and 3rd…” Really immediately hung up the phone and made his way there as quickly as possible to gain the upperhand…
Really arrived first and cleared the bar out of patrons and workers. He flipped multiple tables and was getting ready for Dub’s arrival. As he was flipping the last table, Dub busted in the doors and began firing immediately.
Dub had his AK47 and his .44 Magnum ready for this fight. He began firing his AK at Really as he ducked behind the table he was in the process of flipping. Bullet holes filled the table and wood chippings fell steadily around Really as he sat and hid behind the table. He pulled his weapons and waited for Dub’s reload. The firing stopped. Really prepared his 1911. He jumped to his feet and began shooting towards Dub’s location. Bullets were flying and ripping into wood and shattering glass doors and windows.
Dub jumped up from Really’s flank. He was behind the bar and Really didn’t notice. He fired as Really began jumping and dodging the best he could to get behind another table. Shots were ringing. Wood chips were falling. Dub was unloading his gun faster than he ever had before. Really was jumping repeatedly and fell behind another table facing the bar. Really jumped up again and began firing his 1911. Bottles and glasses were exploding behind Dub and showered him with alcohol and glass shards…
Dub’s phone began to ring, as well as Really’s. Dub waited…
“Hello?” Really had answered his phone…
“Hello?” Dub held his phone to his ear…
Really began cursing loudly and Dub smiled as the news he heard on the other end of the phone was great news… Both men hung up their phones almost simultaneously.
“You hear that, Really? Your boy, Angel, is dead… Shot by Royce Gambino…” Dub smiled at the sound of the simple syllables leaving his mouth. No response came. Dub smiled even more. He then heard the sound of the door busting open. Dub jumped to his feet and caught a glance of Really running from the building… Dub followed him but lost Really as he jumped into his car that was parked in an alley way… Dub needed a car. The taxi left at the sound of gunshots… Dub ran in to the street and stole a car.
Dub sped down the street and tried to catch a glimpse of Really’s black Cadillac… Nothing. He began speeding back towards the airport anticipating that Really may be trying to make a run to a different state. The last sign of Really that Dub saw was his black Cadillac parked on the sidewalk next to the airport… He had no idea what plane he went to…
Dub called Royce, “Hey bro, if you see Really at all, he’s your kill. I’ll spread the word…”
Dub hung up and began searching the U.S.
The next day, Royce was searching Tucson, Arizona. Royce knew that Really had a safe house in Tucson. Royce searched for the address and finally found it about a mile from the city limits. He knocked on the door of the house… No answer. He kicked the door open and found Really upstairs in his room… Really was no chance. He had been smoking his usual drug… He was under the influence and wasn’t in the spot to put up a fight…
Royce simply walked straight up to Really, put a shotgun in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.
The funeral for Really was full of mixed company… The Kin of the murdered were all present… No respect was shown for Really who, due to the way of death, had to have a closed casket. Dub didn’t believe he deserved an open casket anyways… He had mixed feelings about him being gone, though… They had been brothers throughout their time on the game. Ruled the Corleone Empire together and helped each other along.
He didn’t know whether to feel remorse for the fallen, or regret for the actions that followed the initial murders.
The next day, Dub called a meeting with Royce Gambino.
“Dub, how are you doing?”
“Fine. I wanna talk to you about me passing down the Kingpin position to you. You’ve gained a reputation and people fear you. You’re perfect for the job. The stress of the position definitely was weighing on me.”
“Dub, I don’t want it.”
“Royce, I am done with it. If you don’t take it, I’ll just give it to someone else…”
Dub passed down the Kingpin spot and left back to Florida. Back to his suburban home… He, after killing the two former Dons, was back where he belonged. Don of the Corleone Empire.
Story submitted by The Dubliner