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The Pegorinos: Downfall


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Author's Note: Here's the first two chapters! Feedback is much appreciated.

 

 

1.

 

”Have you heard the new Love Fist single?”

 

Rocco Dellisanti looked up at his driver. How could anyone have the audacity to ask such a question at this moment?

Mario’s lack of respect never ceased to amaze him.

 

“You really think this is the prober time to discuss that?”

 

Rocco spoke in a demeaning tone, to make sure that Mario got the message. He didn’t.

 

“I know it’s a weird thing to ask, with the boss being dead and all, but I was just wondering if you’d heard it?”

 

Rocco sighed. The sheer moronity of Mario had reached new heights. If any of the other guys had been in the car with them, he would’ve been put in his prober place in a matter of seconds. Still, Rocco couldn’t get himself to go any further.

 

“No, I haven’t heard it. I don’t believe in bands making their comeback, after 20 years in the dark.”

 

Mario chuckled and made a left.

 

“You should! It’s pretty f*ckin´good! They sound just like they did back in the day.”

 

Rocco was getting tired of his driver.

 

“How do you know? You weren’t around back then.”

 

“No, but I’ve listened to all their albums. I love how they…”

 

“Will you just shut up and drive?”

 

He had had enough.

 

“Whatever.”

 

Mario sped up and made another left. Rocco looked out the window.

 

The streets were filled with scumbags. Pushers, whores and drug addicts – all ready to make their next dirty deed. Rocco remembered how this spot used to belong to them – the Pegorinos – before Pegorino himself ran everything into the ground. He had been in a completely other mindset, paranoid and angry, without any idea of what was going on around him.

Jimmy Pegorino had lost control. And now he was dead.

 

“Here we are.”

 

Mario broke the silence. They had arrived at the graveyard.

 

Rocco got out the car and looked around. Around sixty people were standing in the horizon – all sharp dressed with their heads looking down. As he walked towards them, with Mario clumsily walking behind him, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the window of one of the parked cars. He looked good, even for a man of his age – tall, greased-back hair, dressed in a tuxedo – the prober dressing for an arrangement like this.

 

Rocco walked over to the large group of people, all surrounding the gape in the ground, and found a spot next to an old woman dressed in black. She was sobbing, tears painted black from the mascara around her eyes were running down her cheeks, and she muttered quietly to herself. Rocco felt sick.

 

“Hey Rocco.”

 

Rocco looked up. Joe Leonardo, his childhood-friend and colleague, was standing next to him. He was a small, slightly chubby man in his late forties. Rocco could see that he had been crying as well.

 

“How are you holding up?” Rocco asked, in hope of somehow comforting his old friend.

 

“I’m fine. I just don’t like funerals.”

 

Joe wiped a single tear off his cheek. He wasn’t fine. Rocco knew how good friends Joe had been with Jimmy. To Joe, he was more than just a boss.

 

It had never been like that between himself and Pegorino.

 

“And what about you. Are you okay?” Joe asked him in his hoarse voice.

 

In that moment, Rocco realized that he hadn’t shed a single tear since the news broke.

 

“It’s tough, you know. I never thought it would come to this.”

 

Rocco was lying. He always knew this day would come.

Jimmy Pegorino was a doomed man from the very get-go.

 

As the coffin was lowered into the gaping hole in front of them, the old woman next to him fell to her knees, crying uncontrollably. The people gathered around the grave all started whispering to each other.

 

“Jesus Christ…” Rocco muttered to himself. Joe leaned over to him and spoke in a quiet voice.

 

“Pegorino’s ex-wife. Word is, she still loved him.”

 

Rocco nodded. He couldn’t care less about her.

 

The coffin disappeared into the ground. Jimmy Pegorino was gone.

 

 

2.

 

“It was the f*cking serb!”

 

Phil Bell was furious. Drunk and furious. The entire restaurant was looking at him.

 

“It was always the goddamn serb! I’m sure of it!”

 

Rocco looked over at Joe, who looked just as bewildered.

 

“Who?”

 

Bell was quick to answer. His drunken breath could be smelled a mile away.

 

“You know, the one with the short hair and brown jacket! That f*cking guy! He always came by Jimmy’s house!” Bell answered, waving his arms around trying to make some sort of gesture.

 

Rocco had no idea what he was talking about.

 

“You mean the guy who took care of - you know - the Anthony problem? He was friends with the skip?” Joe asked, lowering his voice when mentioning Anthony.

 

“Yeah, yeah! That guy!” Bell answered.

 

Joe was quiet for a moment. Then turned to Rocco.

 

“Why did we agree to come here?” Joe asked him jokingly.

 

Rocco laughed and they both got up from their chairs. Joe put his hand on Phil’s shoulder.

 

“Time to go home Phil.” Joe said, in a caring voice.

 

“But you don’t understand…” Bell protested.

 

They got Phil out of the chair and walked towards the exit. On the way out, Rocco turned to one of waiters.

 

“The food was great.”

 

The waiter looked very dumbfounded by the situation, but managed to nod and turn around. They left the restaurant.

 

…The night is rocking! The champagne’s popping! We’re taking over!...Taking over!

 

Rocco lowered the radio’s volume.

 

“This is what Love Fist has turned into!?” He said, looking at Joe who was driving the car.

 

“What do you mean? They’ve always been this terrible” Joe said, laughing at Rocco’s reaction.

 

“Get out of here! They we’re great back then!” Rocco said, not sounding too confident about his statement.

 

“I think you just have bad taste in music” Joe said, smiling. Rocco knew he was only teasing. But perhaps he was right.

 

The night was completely dark, except for the headlights that lit up the road in front of them. Liberty City was asleep – every hobo had found a spot to stay for the night, every crooked cop had returned to his family at home, and all the sociopaths were busy chopping up people in their basements. Rocco felt a sense of relief that he hadn’t in a long time. He felt free, liberated, ready to go out and change things! Where did these sudden feelings come from?

 

Deep down he knew why. Pegorino’s death had been a shock to everyone. Everyone, but him.

 

Rocco’s thoughts were interrupted when loud, nonsensical words were muttered from Phil, who was sitting in the back, half-asleep.

 

“Bell…Bellic…”

 

They arrived at Rocco’s house and drove up the driveway.

 

“This is where I get off. Thanks for the ride.” Rocco said and got out of the car.

 

Joe honked the horn as he drove away and Rocco waved back at him, until the car disappeared into the darkness.

 

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Fantastic work. Only one problem...

 

I WAS GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING VERY SIMILAR! sneaky2.gif

 

Been building up the story in my head for MONTHS but never got round to writing it. It's about the decline of the Alderney mob under Jimmy's leadership. Mine is going to take place just before Jimmy's attempted hit on Niko. Don't want to give too much away but it's going to be fairly different to yours in the way the characters react to Jimmy.

 

Reading yours has motivated me to get my ass in gear. Your work has set the standard!

 

Nonetheless, I love it DaKilla, looking forward to the next part icon14.gif

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Fantastic work. Only one problem...

 

I WAS GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING VERY SIMILAR! sneaky2.gif

 

Been building up the story in my head for MONTHS but never got round to writing it. It's about the decline of the Alderney mob under Jimmy's leadership. Mine is going to take place just before Jimmy's attempted hit on Niko. Don't want to give too much away but it's going to be fairly different to yours in the way the characters react to Jimmy.

 

Reading yours has motivated me to get my ass in gear. Your work has set the standard!

 

Nonetheless, I love it DaKilla, looking forward to the next part icon14.gif

Wow, thanks! I really appreciate it!

Go right ahead with your story, I would love to read it smile.gif

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Came back, didn't think I gave you enough feedback lol. Was lost in the momentary shock of someone writing down something that was similar to what's in my head! tounge.gif

 

I loved the descriptions of the people. Of Rocco, Joe etc. Building up a supporting cast of characters within the Pegorino clan is something I aim to emulate. GTA 4 would have us believe it would be just Jimmy, Phil and Ray but we never get a mention of other crews or any other high ranking mobsters in the family that would have been.

 

Also loved the description of places. If you wanted to build on your word count a bit, fleshing out these and the areas in which the Pegorino family now operates might be a good idea.

 

I must also say I found it very funny. Especially your Love Fist discussion. You got it nailed on; I can certainly see Love Fist still pushing their 80s glam rock in the 2000s and failing miserably. The lyrics you wrote- "The night is rocking! The champagne’s popping! We’re taking over!...Taking over!"- were absolutely bang on lol.gif

 

Like I say, I really liked it. Will be back to read the next part biggrin.gif

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Came back, didn't think I gave you enough feedback lol. Was lost in the momentary shock of someone writing down something that was similar to what's in my head! tounge.gif

 

I loved the descriptions of the people. Of Rocco, Joe etc. Building up a supporting cast of characters within the Pegorino clan is something I aim to emulate. GTA 4 would have us believe it would be just Jimmy, Phil and Ray but we never get a mention of other crews or any other high ranking mobsters in the family that would have been.

 

Also loved the description of places. If you wanted to build on your word count a bit, fleshing out these and the areas in which the Pegorino family now operates might be a good idea.

 

I must also say I found it very funny. Especially your Love Fist discussion. You got it nailed on; I can certainly see Love Fist still pushing their 80s glam rock in the 2000s and failing miserably. The lyrics you wrote- "The night is rocking! The champagne’s popping! We’re taking over!...Taking over!"- were absolutely bang on lol.gif

 

Like I say, I really liked it. Will be back to read the next part biggrin.gif

Thanks again.

Yeah, I had a fun time coming up with those lyrics biggrin.gif

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Here's chapter 3!

 

 

3.

 

“He was 51!”

 

Rocco didn’t answer. Having Joe Leonardo, a loud-mouthed, aggressive mobster, watching TV in his house at 8AM, was not the way he had wanted his day to start.

 

“You hear this sh*t! The media always f*ck it up!”

 

Rocco sighed. He turned the eggs one more time.

 

“What?”

 

“They’re doing a segment on Jim…Said he was 54!”

 

Rocco sipped his coffee.

 

“So?”

 

Joe had an expression of sheer disgust on his face. He raised both his arms.

 

“JIM WAS 51!”

 

“Right. Sorry.”

 

Rocco continued turning the eggs. He loved Joe like a brother, but right now he wished for nothing more than him to leave. Joe turned off the TV.

 

“Roc, I’ve been thinking…”

 

“Yeah?”

 

There was a slight pause.

 

“Where do we go from here?”

 

Rocco didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t thought about it.

 

“I mean, what’s a family without its leader?”

 

Joe had gotten up from the couch. This was serious.

 

“We’ll figure something out.”

 

Rocco flipped the eggs onto the plate and handed it to Joe.

 

“For now…just eat the damn eggs.”

 

Joe stood still for a second, then grabbed the plate and sat down again.

 

“It’s just that…without Jim, the skip, what is there?” Joe asked, with his mouth filled with eggs.

 

A whole f*cking lot, Rocco thought to himself. Something that he would never dare to say in front of anyone. Especially not Joe.

 

“Do you think Phil was right last night? About the Russian?”

 

Rocco remembered.

 

“Serb.”

 

“Yeah, Serb. Whatever.”

 

Rocco was just about to answer, when his phone rang from the table. He picked it up. A guy with a thick Alderney accent spoke on the other line.

 

“It’s Phil. Get to Honkers, we need to figure this out.”

 

LIBERTY CITY – WORST PLACE IN AMERICA.

 

The headline caught Rocco’s attention. Based on what? Some asshole’s opinion? The school system? Traffic? This is why Rocco never read Liberty Tree. Actually, he didn’t read anything.

 

“You see this sh*t?”

 

Joe was also looking at the newspaper stand on the other side of the train tracks. He had noticed the small photo of Pegorino at the bottom of the front page.

 

“His death didn’t even make headline!”

 

“At least he’s on there.”

 

Joe shook his head.

 

“And why is it that we’re taking the train instead of driving?”

 

“I told you – my car is getting a new paint job. Besides, you get to meet a lot of nice people down here.”

 

Rocco pointed towards a woman on the other platform. She was in her late 20s, dressed in expensive clothes from Perseus, and carried a small handbag.

 

“Yeah, look at the ass on her. I would hire her in a second.” Joe said and laughed.

 

“You like her, go say hi to her.” Rocco said optimistically. Clever way to get Joe’s mind off things.

 

Joe looked at Rocco for a couple of seconds, obviously considering whether he should do it or not, then answered.

 

“Why not.”

 

Joe looked left and right, then ran across the tracks and got onto the other platform. Rocco laughed as watched Joe clumsily get the girl’s attention. A few minutes later, Joe came back with a piece of paper in his hand.

 

“I got her phone number. Her name’s Hannah.”

 

“Good for you.” Rocco said sarcastically and padded his back.

 

Him and Joe – they were brothers.

 

 

Rocco had always liked Honkers. It was the place where he had first met the Pegorino crew, gotten introduced to Jimmy himself, met exotic women of the night, and gotten drunk off his ass with strangers he forgot about the day after. A place with style – lighting up the dark Liberty sky with its pink vibrant colors, and attracting men from every corner of the city. Even though it was just a strip club, it meant a whole lot more to him.

 

Therefore it hurt him to see it like this.

 

The music – gone.

The women – all gone.

 

All Honkers had now, was a fat, bald man drinking shots of whisky all alone. Mr. Integrity himself – Phil Bell.

 

“You wanted us – here we are!” Rocco said as he noticed his colleague in the corner.

 

Phil didn’t react.

 

“Jesus, Bell – you’re drinking in the morning!?” Joe couldn’t hide his disgust with Phil.

 

“Things are f*cked. What else can I do.” He put the bottle of whisky to his mouth and emptied it in a solid motion.

 

“f*ck that.” Joe said, and took the bottle from him. “You’re killing yourself, you know that!?”

 

Phil made a I-don’t-give-a-sh*t gesture with his right hand and stood up.

 

“Gentlemen, can anyone tell me how some f*cking serb can get away with killing the entirety of our army, shooting down our helicopters from the sky, then chasing and killing our one and only leader? Please, enlighten me!”

 

Rocco and Joe looked at each other.

 

“You’re still going on about the serb – are you sure you’re right about this?” Rocco asked, hoping to get some sort of answer from the drunken creature in front of him.

 

“I got the tape.” He replied with a smirk on his face. “Surveillance footage proving that this f*cker is responsible.” He pointed to the table besides them. Two videotapes lay on it.

 

Rocco put the first videotape in the VCR and hit play.

 

It showed a bearded, eastern-European-looking guy, with a strong physique and short hair, killing the Pegorino henchman one by one inside their abandoned casino. A true, one-man army.

 

“This guy is cold.” Rocco said, observing the killings on the screen.

 

Joe turned to Phil. “You sure this is the guy, who killed the skip?”

 

“Play tape 2.” Bell replied.

 

Joe switched tapes and pressed play.

 

The second tape was recording from one of the surveillance cameras near the Statue of Happiness. It was very bad quality, but there was still a clear image of Pegorino falling to the ground bleeding, then getting a shot directly to the head by the same serb. Although Rocco hadn’t been as moved as the others by Pegorino’s death, this still hurt to see.

 

Rocco looked over at Joe. He was completely silent with his eyes still staring at the TV screen and shaking with pure hatred. Finally, he turned around, facing Phil, and spoke in a slow, deep voice.

 

“Where is he.”

 

Jimmy Pegorino’s killer had been found.

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Haha intriguing ending. Still very similar to my own ideas, honest it aint plagarism when I finally get round to writing it tounge.gif

 

Loved the back-and-forth dialogue between the mobsters. Them watching the news and getting mad over Jimmy's age; it reminded me of an episode of The Sopranos where Christopher was getting mad at the news guy giving people the wrong rank.

 

I still think you could flesh out the description of scenes. It jumped from Rocco's house to a train terminal without much explanation. Could have made it "chapter 4" in the terminal or something to suggest that there had been a chance of location. A short description of the journey there, the train station itself etc.

 

But I'm being super picky lol. Keep it up DaKillaa, I look forward to the next chapter biggrin.gif

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Haha intriguing ending. Still very similar to my own ideas, honest it aint plagarism when I finally get round to writing it tounge.gif

 

Loved the back-and-forth dialogue between the mobsters. Them watching the news and getting mad over Jimmy's age; it reminded me of an episode of The Sopranos where Christopher was getting mad at the news guy giving people the wrong rank.

 

I still think you could flesh out the description of scenes. It jumped from Rocco's house to a train terminal without much explanation. Could have made it "chapter 4" in the terminal or something to suggest that there had been a chance of location. A short description of the journey there, the train station itself etc.

 

But I'm being super picky lol. Keep it up DaKillaa, I look forward to the next chapter biggrin.gif

YES! Someone got The Sopranos vibe that I intended the story to have! smile.gif

I love the show, it was the main inspiration for this story.

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Haha intriguing ending. Still very similar to my own ideas, honest it aint plagarism when I finally get round to writing it tounge.gif

 

Loved the back-and-forth dialogue between the mobsters. Them watching the news and getting mad over Jimmy's age; it reminded me of an episode of The Sopranos where Christopher was getting mad at the news guy giving people the wrong rank.

 

Aye, I remember that Episode aswell, his best friend Brenden Malone got the rank of soldier and Moltisanti got all ticked off because he wanted the fame, to be known as a big bad guy.

 

I read the first chapter and so far it's all very good. However one thing strikes me. Phil was very close and seemed to be a good friend to Niko; from my perspective I just can't see Phil being cross with Niko. In my view, my personal view it just doesn't sit right. But hey! It doesn't matter because that's just my point of view, the dialogue and the scenery is all very well put together.

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That was a good read, I always enjoy reading continuations of GTA IV. I'm waiting for more.

Can't wait till NB himself shows up.

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