The Saga: A family bussines

Well, I wanted to make my first try on writting on a messageboard, so here it is.
A mafia story… I did it on WORD.
I hope it’s actually good, if not tell me so I can Improve.


The Saga: A Family Business
The 40’s Generation, Part: I

( Everyone talks in Italian )

It was one of those cold Wednesday Sicilian nights, you could see some Butcher shops open and some Town Restaurants. “Hey, Martino what you’re doing here eh? You want the same table as before?” a very fat and hairy guy, with a greasy T-Shirt that said “La Bella Sicilia”, asked.
I looked at my watch, It marked 2 a.m.
I smiled, “Lucio, the same table as before and some Ravioli al Pesto”.
On top of a very small dusty wooden table, Lucio put an already lit candle.
“Mutto Bene, it is going to be ready in around 20 minutes”

I sat down, the sound of chair wasn’t nice at all, I took out of my pocket a nice smelly cigar and lit it. I started smoking and at the same time I started contemplating the streets.
You could see some drunk guys, shouting nonsense, some classical Napolitan party from an exiled family, some dogs howling at the full moon, I couldn’t see the moment for them to come.

“Here you have your ravioli al pesto, the house invites!” said Lucio.
“Thank you very much Lucio, I know I can count on a friend like you”
I ate, it was one of the best ravioli dishes I’ve ever tried in my life.

“Delicious!(he took a breath) Do you mind if I stay for some time?”
“Sure, but only till’ 3” said Lucio.

26 minutes had passed, suddenly they came.
“Martino, good morning” he glared at me.
“Martino, Martino, well give us any news” said the other man sarcastically.

“The news are that somebody in our family joined the Cavalier family and told every plan of ours!” the other man shouted.

“Well, I can assu…”
“Asure us of what!!” the man said.
“You know…(gasp) we have our own private eyes, watching everyone go in and go out, and YOU CERTAINLY DON’T KNOW WITH WHO YOU ARE MESSING WITH, YOU ARE MESSING WITH MR. ARGIONE, YOU ARE MESSING WITH US, YOU ARE MESSING WITH THE MOST DANGEROUS GROUP HERE!!!”

The man took out a gun out of his pocket and shot Martino right in the heart and the leg.

“Piece of (censored)” said the man.
Lucio was stunned “YOU FILTHY PIGS” he shouted
The man smiled and shot him in the leg. They left running and took the body.

Inside a small old house:
“Mommy, where is dad?” a little kid said.
“He said he was going to meet some friends on a restaurant, don’t worry he is going to come soon” a middle aged woman said.
“Go to sleep now, ok” said the woman.

The kid went upstairs, but suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Lady, we want to speak to you”.
She opened the door, it was the Italian police.
“We found your husband dead on the street”.
“What…no, no this can’t be possible!!” she shouted
“Is this him?” they showed a picture.
(the lady started crying desperately and shouting).
“WHY,WHY…WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!!!WHY!!!” she whimpered.