Chapter 38 - Jellybeans

Vincenzo

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Vincenzo Capone - Thirteen Year Old.

In the basement of one of the Outfit's hideouts, Dad presented me with a polished silver Colt .45.

The gun felt heavy, its metal surface cold in my hands. It was both terrifying and exhilarating because this was the first time he had handed me a real gun, I have always practiced with the fake one but there was no turning back from this moment.

Dad watched my every move with a piercing gaze. He showed no signs of tenderness; this was not a father-son bonding moment. It was a lesson, a crucial part of my grooming to become the future Capo of our family.

He gestured for me to step closer to the target he had set up at the far end of the basement. A beaten-up, terribly injured man was propped up on a wooden stand. His mouth was clamped shut, tears stained his bloodied cheeks and his eyes pleaded with me to put him out of his misery.

I could feel the weight of the gun in my hand as I brought it to eye level, my fingers trembling