Betrayed

[Mr White0161]

Here's just a short little story I just wrote because I was bored and had nothing better to do. I personally think it's some of the worse writing I've ever done but still hope you all enjoy...

 

Here I am, caught. I was set up by the ones I trusted; now I’m sitting here in this cold low lighted interrogation room. Waiting for whatever torture these fascist pigs have in mind. I can’t believe I got caught, stupid god damn getta way driver. Now let me tell you all my story of how I got here, why I’m caught and how I was betrayed. It all started about 6 years ago; I was only 14 at the time. I needed a job, I needed money. I had no idea what I wanted to do, until I met Donnie Romano. I knew who he was; everyone did in the neighbourhood I lived in. I grew up on the lower east side of Vancouver in British Columbia Canada. I come from a very poor Italian family, my father worked at the docks and my ma well she was a stay at home mom. She took care of me and my two sisters while my father worked hard to bring home the bacon. Until one day he got hurt, a create he was off loading slipped and fell on him. It pretty much crushed him and made him stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of his life. Since I was the oldest and the only other male it was my duty to get a job and support my family.

 

So I went out in search for a job, I got one at my favourite deil. Over the years I became pretty friendly with the owner so it was no problem for me to get a job. Aside from being a deil it was also a butcher shop. I learned the ropes and soon became an apprentice meat cutter. I knew the owner was in the pocket of some dangerous people. One day I came into work a bit earlier, I went through the back door this time. I walked in and I saw it happen. The owner must have had missed a payment or something because I walked in just as they were about to cut off his fingers with his favourite knife. There were second thugs holding him down and a third with the knife to his hand.

 

Then out of nowhere I felt a hand on my shoulder just as I was about to look back I heard a gun go off. Four shots went off and all the thugs fell to the ground. The man pulled me outside and told me to stay put as he went back inside. Moments later he came out and got onto one knew and said “I’m Donnie Romano and I’m sure you know who I am” terrified I hesitantly knodded my head yes. He pulled out a money clip from his pocket and gave me $300, he told me to go home and if I ever needed anything to come find him. Later that night I couldn’t sleep I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had witnessed. But I knew right then and there that I wanted to be a gangster. So when I woke up the next morning I didn’t go to work, no I went this little coffee shop across the street from the deli. When I went inside I saw Donnie sitting at his table next to window, he liked to sit there so he could watch over the neighbourhood. Donnie was a good man; he helped people when they had a problem. One thing I do remember is that not a single theft or burglary happened in neighbourhood.

 

So I went to Donnie and I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. Seeing how I was just a kid in need of money and was willing to work. He said no but he did keep me around, for the rest of the day he showed me around taking me under his wing. If your thinking Donnie was some sorts of mafia boss your wrong, he was a Capo for a local crime family and Little Italy was his turf. Donnie knew I was just a kid but he saw great potential in me. After a year of working for Donnie he introduced me to his crew who I had never met before. When I stepped into that coffee shop and the sight of all these wise-guys standing around I felt that I was a part of something, like this is where I’m meant to be.

 

Soon after meeting all the guys in the crew I met another young Italian boy, same age as me by the name of Joey Brazelly. Donnie introduced us; he said we were to work together. He said me and Joey were partners to always have each other’s backs. I got to know Joey pretty well, we did small time jobs for Donnie such stealing cars and selling bootlegged liquor out of the back of trucks. We made decent money, every dollar I made I made sure it went home. I was sticking to my duty of supporting my family, my father knew how I was making this money but my mother still thought it was from working hard at the deli.

 

After a couple of years of running around doing small time jobs for Donnie he called me and Joey together to see him. He told us that we were good kids and great earners; he wanted to move us up to bigger tasks with more responsibilities such as high jacking trucks. Come on we were 16, we didn’t know what to say other then “yes”. Me and Joey were the best team, when it came to trucks we had it down. Joey would take care of the driver and I’d boost the truck, we had a great system. But then after my dad died I began to get a bit sloppy. I was too eager and too greedy for money. I needed more money to pay my dad’s funeral expenses. I never told Donnie that my dad died, I knew I should have. That is where I screwed up; I was trying to take more than my share. I was passing only half of what I should be too Donnie. He was getting pretty angry with me; he didn’t understand why I was in so much need for money. He pulled me aside one day and asked me why I needed more money, I was very hesitant to tell him all I could think of was back to that day I met him. I couldn’t help it, I broke down and I told him. I felt awful for keeping that from him, I thought I would be dead for sure. But Donnie is a reasonable man. He understood my need, he passed it off. I was so relived after that he gave me a bit more then I needed. Donnie made sure everyone who worked for him was taken care of.

 

Now here I am 19 years old, this is where I was set up. This is where I was betrayed. It was a cold winter morning in December. Donnie called me and Joey up saying he had a big job, a heist and he wanted me and Joey to help out with it. I was floored; it was something I’ve been waiting a long time for. It was also going to be the first time I ever actually did a job with Donnie. So he gave us the details, the time and date. I was nervous but still prepared for it. A few days before the heist Joey got pinched by the cops for driving with a broken tail light, he got off pretty easy that I come to think of it. But none the less Joey was there to do the job.

 

So far the job is going to plan, me and Donnie got the goods and Joey has taken care of the guards. As we leave the alarm goes off, we go out the front door and get into the getta way car. The stupid f*cking driver is hand-cuffed to the wheel. Before we knew it there were cops everywhere. Someone had sold us out. Someone told the pigs we were going to be there. They hauled us all off to the station putting us all in different cells on different floors except Joey for some reason... They put me in the interrogation room. Now here I am, exactly where my story started sitting here in this cold damp low lighted stone room. The pigs come in, they tell me all about how we were setup and they told me who snitched on us. It was Donnie; I couldn’t believe it for one second. I said “No Donnie would never sell out his own crew” all those fascist pigs did was keep telling me that Donnie is a rat.

 

Here we are, 3 months later. I’m sitting in jail; I haven’t seen or heard from Donnie or Joey. I’ve been left out in the cold. The one’s I trusted, the one’s I loved betrayed me. Gave me up and are letting me sit here in jail. I know they are out there and I know they are reaping the benefits of freedom. All I can do know is think of what I’m going to do when I get out. First thing is for sure I’m going to pay Donnie a visit...