(A/N: Okay, here's a little something for you all to know: I haven't been able to work on this since I'm struggling with school and other books. Also, if I don't update because of that, I hope you understand.
One more thing, this isn't the only mob book I've written and the first one I've ever written is called "The Family". Take a look at it, and decide for yourself if you like it. And the idea of that book is that if you take The Godfather and Goodfellas, put those two in a blender, and you have a new mob story to tell.
Anyway, that's out of the way and let's get right into the chapter!)
~Tony POV~
I woke up with some pain in my right shoulders d there were these bright lights. What is this? Am I in heaven?
?????: Oh, you're awake.
I looked over to see Don Corleone and Fredo in the corner. I didn't want to move that much because I was in pain, but at least I can move my head around.
Don: We were hoping you would survive.
Tony: Where am I?
Don: You're in the hospital, giovanotto. You saved my life from those guys and I thank you for that.
Tony: I'm just doing my job, Godfather. I would give my life for you.
Don: I know you would. For now, the nurse said you should stay still since they took the bullet out of you.
Tony: What about Rosana? Does she know?
Don: Rosana? You mean Pete Bertelli's daughter?
Tony: Yeah. Does she know? I need to know.
Don: Why are you asking me this?
Tony: Because I've been thinking about her since the wedding. I've been wanting to get to know her and probably go out with her.
Don: Ah, young love, is it?
Tony: I guess you can say that.
Don: I'll notify the Bretellis, but you rest. You've done enough.
Tony: But Godfather, if we stay here the people who tried to kill you might come back and-
Don: Shhh. I know. Right now, I want you to rest and I want you to get better. You'll have plenty of time to tell Rosana how you feel about her and I have some guards around the corners of the hospital. You'll be fine.
A nurse came in to talk to the Don and I wonder what it was.
Nurse: I'm sorry, Mr. Corleone, but you have to leave.
Don: Okay. When you come back, Tony, we'll celebrate.
Tony: See you when I get out.
He patted my good shoulder with a smile and went out as I had to rest.
~Sonny POV~
I was just processing what happened to Tony and I couldn't believe he sacrificed himself to save my papa. I didn't think this kid would have balls to do something like this.
Before I could talk to him, I received a call from somewhere and I had to pick it up.
Sonny: Hello?
Michael: Sonny, it's Michael.
Sonny: Michael. Where have you been?
Michael: Is the kid alright?
Sonny: We don't know yet. There are all kinds of stories. He was hit bad, Mikey. Are you there?
Michael: Yeah, I'm here.
Sonny: Where have you been? I was worried.
Michael: Didn't Tom tell you I called?
Sonny: No. Look, come home, kid. You should be with Mama, you hear?
Michael: Alright.
As we hung up, my wife was waiting in the kitchen. I walked over to her to give her a hug as I had to tell her something.
Wife: Oh, my God.
After a while, we heard some banging on the door! I grabbed my snub nose from a drawer and went to the door near the kitchen.
Sonny: Stay back there. Who is it?
?????: Open up, it's Clemenza.
I put my gun away and opened it up to see Clemenza coming in.
Clemenza: There's more news about the kid. Word is out that he's gonna make it.
Sonny: Well, that's a relief. I thought he was gonna die.
Clemenza: Right, but after saving your old man's ass, I think he's gonna be made.
Sonny: Good, but where was Paulie?
Clemenza: Paulie was out sick. He's been sick all winter.
Sonny: How many times was he sick?
Clemenza: Maybe three or four times. I kept asking that but Freddy didn't want a new bodyguard.
Sonny: Pick him up and bring him to the house. I don't care how sick he is. Bring him to my father's house now, you understand? Now.
Clemenza: You want any people sent over here?
Sonny: No, go ahead.
As soon as Clemenza left, I had to turn to my wife and baby as I had to tell her what was going on.
Sonny: I'm going to have a couple of our people come over to the house.
When I said that, the phone rang and I picked it up.
Sonny: Hello?
?????: Santino Corleone?
It was Sollozzo.
Sonny: Yeah?
Sollozzo: We have Tom Hagen. In three hours, he'll be released with our proposition. Listen to everything he has to say before you do anything. What's done is done. Don't lose that famous temper of yours, Sonny.
Sonny: I'll wait.
~Tony POV~
While I waited to get out of the hospital, I saw someone else coming in. It was an old aged woman. I wondered who it is.
Woman: Are you Tony Columbo?
Tony: Si, ma'am.
Woman: I'm Vito's wife, Don Corleone?
Tony: Oh, you're his wife. I didn't know.
Woman: Yes. Well, Vito wanted me to come by and check on you, see if you wanted anything.
Tony: Oh, I'm fine for now, Grazie.
Woman: Prego. Look, son, I want to thank you, for saving my husband's life. If you weren't there, I don't know how we could live without him.
Tony: It's my pleasure, but to be honest, I'm no hero. I'm just a kid with no future.
Woman: What? You have a future, with the Corleone family! I learned from Vito that you will be made as soon as you get released.
Tony: I thought I had to wait until I was 21.
Woman: It is, but he wants to make you an exception, son. Please take it.
Tony: Alright. I'll take it. I know that once I'm made, I can't come back from it.
Don: That's right.
I saw the Don walking in and I had to see what was he doing here.
Don: I want to make you as soon as you get out of the hospital. I checked with your ancestry records, it's true, you're one hundred percent Italian.
Tony: Thank you Godfather.
~Sonny POV~
While Tessio, Clemenza, Mikey, Tom, and I talked about the current situation, we heard a knock on the door and in came Paulie. He must've sold out Papa and Tony so I know what must be done before anything else.
Clemenza: Hey, Paulie, I thought I told you to stay put.
Paulie: The guy at the gates said they got a package.
Sonny: Tessio, go see what it is.
As Tessio left the room, Paulie was still coughing with a handkerchief in his hand.
Paulie: You want me to hang around?
Sonny: Yeah you can hang around. Are you all right?
Paulie: Yeah, I'm fine.
Sonny: There's some food in the icebox. Are you hungry or anything?
Paulie: No.
Sonny: A drink? How about a little Brandy? It'll sweat it out.
Paulie: Alright sure. That might be a good idea.
Sonny: Yeah.
As soon as the door closed, I turned to Clemenza with seriousness.
Sonny: You should take care of that son of a bitch right away. Paulie sold out the old man and almost killed Tony. I don't wanna see him again. Make that first thing on your list, understand?
Clemenza: Understood.
Sonny: Hey Mickey, tomorrow you get a couple of guys and you hang around Luca's apartment and wait for him to show up.
Tom: Maybe we shouldn't get Mike mixed up in this too directly.
Sonny: Listen, uh, hanging around the house on the phone would be a big help. Try Luca again. Go ahead.
As Mikey was going to call again, Tessio came back with something and gave it to me. When I opened it, out came this...
Sonny: What the hell is this?
Tessio: It's a Sicilian message. It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.
~Clemenza POV; Next Day~
I had Paulie and his friend Rocco drive me to the mattresses, but in reality, we're gonna whack Paulie. He ratted out Godfather, now it was time to whack him.
After we grabbed my wife's cannoli, we were far enough out of the city to lay down the kill. There was such long tall grass that it was perfect.
Clemenza: Pull over will ya? I gotta take a leak.
Paulie did as I went out of the car, went in front, and pissed. As I was pissing, I heard three gunshots behind me. That told me we whacked Paulie after what happened to Godfather and Tony.
I zipped up my pants and went back to the car, where Paulie was laying his dead body on the steering wheel with brains pouring out of his head.
Rocco came out of the car to hear what I was gonna command him to do.
Clemenza: Leave the gun.
Rocco threw the gun back in the car, but before we could leave I forgot my wife's cannoli. So I asked him to...
Clemenza: Take the cannoli.
So he did as we walked a long ways back to the wife's house.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.