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CHAPTER FOUR THE JOB

It has been almost three months since the big meeting and everything for the most part has ran smoothly.  Uncle Tony is taking less trips to the city since I am second in command now and I think aunt Milly is starting to get confused but Uncle Tony just told her hes giving me more responsibilites in the garage.

That was until Sunday when Uncle Tony approached me and said we had to talk.  We went into the garage and he told me some shocking news.  He told me my father did it again.  I asked what even though I knew what he was talking about.  My idiot of a father stole money once again only this time he took five thousand dollars.  He thought no one would know.  But now I had to deal with it.  He said take care of the problem. 

He gave me  a deadline (which meant that I had to have it done by the end of the day).  Then he said he had to talk to me again.  So here I was with the hardest decision of my life.  Either help my dad run and if Uncle Tony found out id be  a dead man or I had to give my dad  a pair of cement shoes (use your imagination).  I made the call.  I rounded up three cars three men per car and yes we had the cement mixer.

 We found my father in Jersey and as usual he saw us and tried running.  I called to him dad its me Vinnie and he stopped.  The next part kind of killed me because when he came up to me and asked for help I pulled out my gun and hit him in the head with it.  After he fell to the ground we tied him up went to the warehouse and started mixing the concrete.  My father woke up three hours later with his feet in to wood boxes a gage in his mouth and his hands tied.  I told  him I was sorry but Uncle Tony was more of a father then he ever was and to steal from him twice was like stealing from me.  He had tears and his eyes and at that point I realized how cold hearted I have become because I did not cry once.  We droove to the river and he asked me to shoot him but as you know bullets can be traced back to a gun.  So we did what we always do threw him off the bridge and that was the last time I saw or even spooke about my father.

When I arrived back at the garage I went to Uncle Tony and told him the job was done.  He said good and told me I did a good job and it had to be done but asked me to sit cause we have real business to talk now.  It seemed that the New York Police started asking for bigger cuts and raided one of our ware house and Uncle Tony wanted his money back.  He didnt care how we did but he wanted it done.

Seems like I had entire control on this job.  I called a meeting amongst three families.  They all told me that was nsane because how I wanted to run the job.  Not only where we going to get the money back but we where going to take it from the police station.

 The night rolled upon us and we went.  It was 2:00am we started multiple fires that night all aorund the city so the police at the station would be limited.  After about an hour we proceded to entire the station from all entances we broke down the back entrance and about thirty of us entered the station with guns in hands.  Needless to say we casught the remaining cops off guard and they didnt have a chance to react to us.

We put the remaining 15 police offiecers in the holding cells hand cuffed to the bars. Then proceded to enter eveidence.  Not only did we get our money we took guns, drugs and  lot of other money as well.  On the way out of the station other cop cars started heading back to the station.  It looked as though it wasnt going to be such an easy job at all.  The cops opened fire on us.  We took cover behind our cars.  I know we out numbered them but remember half of us went in through the back and were gone and on the way home now.  We started to return fire.  I wasnt aiming for the cops but the cars fuel tanks.  One, two, three, four, five of my men drop dead.  I hit one gas tank boom.  Three cops flew in the air. I told the guys to keep fighting and I headed to the car in back (no I wasnt running but I had Uncle Tony money and thats what he wanted.  It wasnt about the amount but the fact he wanted what was his.)  I jumped in the car and left.  Most of my guys died the few that did survive are now in jail.

When i arrived back to the garage all of the other merchandise was there as well.  Uncle Tony was proud of us.  Even  though we lost alot of men the importatnt thing was not many of them were our men.  It kind of caused a rift in the families but Uncle Tony said he would take care of it.