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Live by the Sword

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He felt it – the bite of anxiety and nauseating uneasiness which could only arise from one thing. He had been betrayed and his family was next. There was no evidence to give his fears credence, but Joey Ganitó had not spent his entire life in this industry without learning a thing or two. If someone betrayed the family, losing their life was the least of their problems.

As Joey stumbled from side to side, blood seeping from a wound to his side, he could not help but feel that this poison which caused this attack on his life had been administered months ago. It may have been a man with a knife who tried to take his life, but Joey knew it was more the poison of his actions which had set things in motion.

Now that he thought about it, the poison may very well have taken hold forty-five years ago when he was born. This poison was one flowing through his veins and had been in his family since the old country.

“If only I had backed out,” Joey Ganitó whispered to himself. “It was dad’s business. Didn’t have to join.”

Joey had had regrets similar to this only three months prior to this. Those regrets seemed to be a cure for the venom, but now seemed to be merely infecting the wound.

“I shouldn’t have listened. I had a choice. I knew the costs. No one crosses the Cosa Notra and lives.”

Now his potential assassin lay dead at his feet, his own knife lodged in his throat. Yet, the attempt on his life was not what terrified the Capo. The leader of the family, Don Curio, was a thorough man. He would not allow any loose ends. The Ganitó family would be slain to the last heir.

With a limp and a wince, Joey made his way to the open doorway. He would need to phone his contacts in the Agency – no, he needed to contact his family. The Agency had brought him nothing but trouble. He was wrong to turn snitch.

Joey’s car, much to his relief, was still parked outside the rundown tenement.

“Start, damn you!” he repeated over and over, growing anxious until the car started. The sudden whirl of the engine had never given him so much relief. He immediately sped off and headed straight for his house in the suburbs.

At almost full speed, it had taken minimal time for Joey to travel from downtown to the suburbs just outside of town. His house was near the border and he screeched to a halt outside. He let the door fling open, a pistol in his hand. He ran to the door where he stopped.

As his hand reached towards the doorknob, he somehow sensed his death approaching. He would not survive long after opening this door. Yet he would open it. He would die by the sword.


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