Story by Dubliner
The following is a true story on events that happened early April 2012 in the American Mafia…
A secret meeting. My own brother, Shamrock, newly brought me into the L’Elite Corleone crew. My first big job: Kill a traitor who has been providing our enemy with Intel on our family activities and plans. I flew to New York where he was suspected to be, I had a revolver tucked into my jacket pocket and I was ready to prove to my don, Scarface9407 that I was worthy of being Made. In this secret meeting I was told the identity of the man I was looking for… His name was Benny. Medium built, about 6’2”, and was a very muscular, athletic man. I wouldn’t have a chance against him in a fist-to-fist fight, so I couldn’t let him get close to me. We had expected him to know we were coming so they sent me, an associate whom he wouldn’t know the identity of. Walking the streets of New York City, the lights mesmerized me. I wondered if I would come out of this bar alive to see them again… I took a mental picture of these beautiful lights so it would be the last thing In my mind I would remember if I were dying…
I entered the bar and asked for the location of Benny. The bartender said that he was in the corner by himself. He had a watchful eye on me as if he new it was me who was sent to do the job… I saw him reach down towards his waist underneath the table… I quickly moved and jumped behind the bar. I heard three shots ring out as I made the move. I felt a cool sensation run down my neck… My blood had been spilt… I didn’t know how bad the injury was but I needed to finish the job, even if I couldn’t save myself. I searched around the bar for a shotgun. Three more shots rang out and bullets collided with the bar and glasses to create a chaotic sounding orchestra. I found a shotgun under the bar and I reached for it. The gripping on the handle felt very natural to me even though I had never handled one of these beasts before… I hear two more shots ring out, he was out of ammo now and had to reload. I took advantage of the moment and jumped to my feet, revealing myself from my cover behind the bar. Benny had flipped his table and I didn’t have a clear shot on him… I started to move from out behind the bar aiming the shotgun directly at the table… I heard the click of his gun successfully being reloaded. Everything around me faded away… I heard the faint sound of rain outside in the New York streets hitting the pavement and glass alike. I heard the heavy breathing of both Benny and the innocent bystanders who were in the bar. Then I heard Benny’s feet shift as if he was about to jump to his feet to finish the job. I prepared my shotgun at the table again and pulled the trigger. I was ten feet away and I blew a hole through the table and I saw blood splatter onto the wall.
I traveled back to the headquarters of L’Elite Corleone in Detroit, Michigan and told Scarface that the job was finished. I was made that night. The shot to my head luckily just took off a piece of my ear so I was in well enough condition to go through with the ceremony. After Scarface made me, I met one of my partners, JBRevenge. We would become great friends and fight and die together.
Scarface told me that I should be involved in another secret meeting, only this time, the Don of the Corleone Empire would be present. Ruthless was such… A ruthless leader, amazing in battle, and led like a lion. I was always told that “I am more afraid of 1 lion leading 1000 sheep than 1 sheep leading 1000 lions.” His leadership alone made everyone fearful of the Corleone strength and it was an honor to be in a meeting with him. Also present in the meeting was my brother, Shamrock; Scarface9407, Ruthless, and another Corleone member, “Shotgun” Joe. We were planning to launch an attack on the GoldRising Empire. A man named JoeKing led the GoldRising’s empire. He was another ruthless leader and probably the only person who could compete with Ruthless, himself. We planned a time and where we would attack. We had to wait through the night and would attack the next evening around 6 pm EST. We all went to bed with eager minds wondering whimsically what would happen the next evening.
When I woke in my apartment the next morning, I saw the newspaper headlines on the street down below my apartment. The GoldRising leader, JoeKing, killed almost all of the Corleone members that night. Everyone in the secret meeting survived but the attack was postponed… We had thought that JoeKing was talking with the man in the meeting, “Shotgun” Joe. We believed that “Shotgun” Joe informed JoeKing of our plans and gave himself the opportunity to strike first… And strike he did.
The Corleone Empire would survive. Led by Scarface, Ruthless, and Michael Corleone, we would fight back and destroy GoldRising. We had won this war and we had avenged all that were killed that night.
This was a True story of my life when I first started American Mafia.