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The Mafia Prince – Present Day
CURRENTLY, THERE WERE two powerful mafia families vying for control and one smaller family that was fast on its way to causing problems for them. He, however, had been born into one of the most powerful families here in New Orleans, Louisiana. His Family was comprised of a rich background in power and traditions. It had always been an intricate network of businesses, legal and otherwise, along with old money and a few Italian beliefs added in for good measure.
While each mafia family had claimed a territory where it operated its rackets, his Family had grown to include most of New Orleans and several small towns throughout Louisiana, Mississippi, and Texas. They were working on including Florida as well.
However, if the Mafia Prince had his way, his Family would soon become one of the largest crime families of the underworld. Over the past few decades, their power had been strengthening and he wanted it to continue to grow. He planned to take over most, if not all, of the United States.
Growing up, his father made sure that as the eldest son, he knew the Family business well. He had been reminded numerous times that he was the Mafia Prince and was taught the intricacies involved with the business.
His father had placed a lot of expectations on him. By the age of ten, he’d earned a black belt in martial arts and could throw a punch just like an adult.
When he was around nine years old, his dad caught him using one of his younger brothers as a punching bag. The Mafia Prince figured his dad would beat his ass. Instead, he gave him a lesson on the proper way to hit.
“Son, you hit like a girl. No son of mine will ever hit like a girl. First, you never hit someone with your fist closed. When you hit with your fist closed, you may break or dislocate your wrist. You always hit with the palm of your hand. That way you exert more force and are less likely to break your wrist.”
His father took his hand in his and showed him the correct way to hit. He continued to practice hitting his father until he had the hang of it.
Patting him on his back, his father told him, “That’s good. Now I want to teach you about pressure points.” His father taught him where the pressure points were on the neck, back of the head, arms, torso, legs and even the groin. “Now the important thing is,” his father informed him, “not to squeeze with just your hands, you must also use your arm muscles. You want to disrupt the blood flow in the vein. Once you achieve that, you have about five minutes before they pass out, longer than that and you risk the chance of killing that person. Now, if you wish to kill a person, then by all means keep going.”
His dad then placed his hands on the base of his neck, “Now you remember that pressure point on the back of your head that I told you about?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, the most important thing to remember is if you hit someone there hard enough, you can kill him instantly, but you must remember that it is right at the base of the skull. That is also where you want to break someone’s neck. Again, that will kill them instantly, but more importantly, if you do it wrong, then you will only paralyze the person. If the person lives, they may rat you out. You never want to leave behind witnesses, you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If someone ever grabs you and tries to break your neck or for anything else, remember to let yourself go completely slack. If you do this, the person will have to hold onto your full weight and won’t be able to concentrate on breaking your neck. When you hit the ground don’t get back up, instead use the closest foot to your assailant and kick him in the knee as hard as you can.”
For his sixteenth birthday, he received a brand new red Corvette and a knife. His mother shook her head and walked away. His father once again took him outside and explained how to use it. “Now that you are moving up in the business, it is time you know how to use a knife. With this knife, you will be able to disable someone or kill them.” From there, his father showed him where to kill a man or bring him excruciating pain. They spent almost three hours outside playing with the knife and the correct way to hold it. He was also taught that when you stabbed a man you must twist the knife a good complete turn before removing it. It ensured that the wound remained open. Where most fathers taught their sons how to throw a ball or some other nonsense, his father taught him how to fight and kill a man without leaving a mark on him. He learned to enjoy the feel of killing someone and watching the life leave a body.
Sometimes he missed a day of school when his father had a job he deemed more important. He was forbidden to participate in after school activities. Instead, his father saved certain jobs until the end of school rather than leaving them for someone else in the Family to handle.
His father liked to brag that his son was one hell of a Mafia Prince, and that he soaked up information like a sponge. He never forgot what he was taught, ever. Along with how to kill someone or cause them extreme pain, he was taught how to handle pain.
Growing up, his mother insisted that he go to church every Sunday and attend religious classes without fail. She also made sure he understood the importance of confession and how it was good for the soul. Being a devout Roman Catholic, his mother believed without confession he would never make it into heaven. So with that understanding, it was mandatory that he and his father go to confession every Sunday before church. His father had paid the church dearly to forgive his confessions.
As he learned more about the family business, his dad allowed him to watch the cleaner at work. Beforehand, his dad emphasized the importance of never divulging the cleaner’s identity. Even his underboss did not know the cleaner’s identity. While members of the Family carried out most clips, the cleaner was used for specific hits. The Family never recruited an outsider for any job, especially a clip, and witnesses were quickly eliminated.
He had watched as the cleaner took the body out of the trunk and placed it on a piece of plastic previously laid down. His movements were quick, fluid and done with extreme efficiency, never showing any emotion. The cleaner’s masterful performance proved his experience and strength. Now, the Mafia Prince understood why his dad called this man. Before throwing the body parts in the river, he picked up a bottle and poured acid over the body. As soon as it hit the body a sizzling noise sounded. This step removed any fingerprints and trace evidence before disposal.
His father proudly told everyone that his son had natural born instincts for this business. Those instincts could not be taught, and how someone born with that gift would go far in this business. When the time came for him to take over, he could handle it.
As time passed, he learned the importance of controlling his anger, and, when necessary, to turn away from temptation and contain his passion. At the age of eighteen, there was not a weapon he didn’t know how to use. He could use knives, guns and his hands to kill a person. He also learned the importance of interrogation. He knew how to use something as simple as water to have a man begging for his life and talking as if his life depended on it, which in most cases it did. By the time he graduated high school, he had seen and done it all. He could watch some of the most hideous things and be numb to it all. He could kill a man and then turn around and eat a steak dinner.