Thank you Mokrie for your criticism.
I've never been good at writing, to be honest. I always have issues adding detail to a character to make him/her more likeable. I will definitely work on my writing.
Chapter 1: Ronaldo
November 3rd, 1959. This particular day was a day of infamy in my family. It was the day someone tried to assassinate my father, the day my Aunt Dahlia found my Grandfather dead in her car, and the day I was born.
My mother refused to tell me why all these events occurred. I was always curious about what happened. Why this day? On the day I was born. I carried that weight on me for years in my childhood. My siblings would call me "Jinxy" growing up, making me feel like an outcast in my own home. Of course, my mother would come to my rescue, but she wouldn't deny the whole "I'm a jinx" idea. I knew deep down she felt the same way and out of love, never voiced it. But the silence was enough for me to realize.
I was never a home-body. I always wanted to be out of the house as a kid. I remember the summer of '69, love was in the air, Jimi Hendrix was on the radio, everybody lived in peace and harmony, and my father was promoted to Captain and had his own crew. I was only nine-years-old with a taste for excitement and status. I wanted to be the big bad kid in Berchem. I wanted to be recognized as a somebody... But I didn't know how. I would follow my father around town to see if he would get into some kind of trouble. It was mostly just him sitting in front of the Four Seasons Bistro in Alderney City, but it was enough for me. Seeing my father being treated like a king in my mind, made me want to be just like him. So I decided to set my sights on his status and hos power. A reincarnation of him and no one else.
Summer's over and school begins, this is where I was reborn. Prior to this school year, I was pushed around a lot. Bullied constantly by the bigger kids. This time, I was going to be the bully.
Day 1: Junior Gennaro, the head bully in school, came my way with his group and forced me to give him fifty-cents. Normally I would have, but this time I said no. He laughed and threatened with the same line "Want me to punch your teeth in?" The way I reacted would be the beginning of identity changing from little innocent Ronaldo to simply, Aldo.
While Junior was laughing, I lunged at him and began punching his teeth i. His goons did nothing to stop me, so I kept going. Eventually, Principal Fiore broke us up and took me into the office and gave my mother a call. I was sitting in that chair sweating a little bit but with a smile. I remember seeing Junior getting escorted out of the office by his mother and thinking to myself "He's gonna be scared of me now. Like everyone is scared of my father." I was ready for my mother's beating, it wasn't going to put a damper on my day.
Day 9: I'm back in school from suspension, I noticed everyone looked and treated me differently, with more respect. The students were scared of me as well as the teachers. The principal kept me under watch since my return. During lunch, I bumped into Junior and his goons. He offered me his lunch, the goons did the same. I responded with "I only want a piece." Junior game me his sandwich, Bippy gave me his pop, and Rico game me his potato chips. They sat down next to me and I told them "Youse all run with me. Got it?"
They agreed and we ate. I felt like a somebody, like my father.
Everything was going great. As time went by, the crew went from four to twelve. Surprisingly, Junior and I become good friends, damn near best friend. We weren't a gang, just a group of friends that look after one another. And it has remained that way for years.
Fast forward to 9th grade in 1973, we're all more mature, more grown up, and more daring. The group has remained the same since 4th grade, no outsiders. But that was all that we were, just a group of friends. I wanted us to be more along the lines of a gang. At the time I didn't know how it would come about until my teacher announced a school field trip to the Middle Park Carnival. I wasn't happy about it, more so take it or leave it. But when she mentioned how it was going to be funded, the dim-lit lightbulb above my head became as bright as the sun. The school wanted the students to sell chocolate bars to pay for the trip and gave us all a box. I counted forty chocolate bars and they were fifty-cents each, totalling twenty dollars. Chump change. I called a reunion after school with the gang and presented a business venture.
The twelve of us each had a box. That's four-hundred and eighty chocolate bars. I presented the idea of selling the bars for a dollar each instead of half. I did the math. At a dollar each, one box would value forty dollars. Giving the school the twenty they expect, we're left with twenty for our pocket. And we get provided another box. The gang was all for it and we began selling. Throughout the three months of selling, winning twenty a week, we've accumulated about two-hundred-fifty which was big money for us. But I wanted more.
I always kept my money stashed in a secret compartment behind my nightstand that my father found. He questioned where I got the money, and I told him the truth. To my surprise, he wasn't mad. He gave me a pat on my shoulder, almost like a congratulation gesture. I knew then, he noticed my potential. I felt accomplished and had a feeling, things were going to be different.
From that year to my senior year, the gang and I have become an official gang, The Vitullo Club (Named after our street in Berchem), we established a betting office, an alcohol distributing ring, and we began kicking up to my father. Our rise was continuing and I was the leader with Junior as my right hand. Everything was going exactly how I wanted. What more can an Sicilian eighteen-year-old mob-connected teen want?