Abramo sighed helplessly as he watched Angelo enter the door and go upstairs.

Almost from their generation, parents began to hide their gang identities from their children. Many of their sons inherited their father's business, and they knew that their father was engaged in gang activities since childhood, so they participated in gang affairs early to inherit the family business. Thanks to his father-in-law in Philadelphia, Abramo started his career in New Jersey as a garbage collector and road contractor, and with his ferocious tactics and cunning tactics, he carved out a new world in New Jersey.

He rose from a penniless poor boy to the upper middle class, owning numerous properties and living in a villa with a swimming pool in a "bedroom in New York". Instead of dropping out of school early to earn a living as a sailor at sea like he did, his son Angelo could get a good education and attend the best schools in New Jersey. He never had to do housework at home, he didn't suffer anything, his hobbies were basketball and football, he had two relationships in high school, and he ended his virgin career in the garage at home - all of which Abramo knew as a father.

He hopes that Angelo can be an ordinary person in the future, whether he can be a company employee, a stock analyst, an accountant, or open a car dealership. At first, he thought that Angelo could become a doctor or a lawyer, but unfortunately Abramo and Connie were not reading material, and his son was naturally not smart enough. But it's good to be able to go to university, majoring in media, and he said that he wants to be a screenwriter in the future.

Screenwriter? What to make up? Do you want to make a TV series out of the family's story?

Abramo went into the living room and took off his shirt and changed into his pajamas, and Connie handed him a large glass of freshly squeezed tomato juice. Abramo drinks a large glass every night, which his family doctor says is good for blood lipids. After drinking it in one gulp, Abramo wiped his mouth, still with a sad look on his face.

Connie looked at her husband, stroked his face, and said, "You seem to be always worried lately, if you have something on your mind, you should talk to me about something." ”

Connie was always gentle, but Abramo never told his wife what was on his mind, and he firmly believed that any man who told his wife everything was a fool.

"Some things at work, and Angelo... I know why he was upset because I confiscated his car keys and didn't allow him to drive himself to school. I'll send him tomorrow and take him to the garden in the evening to watch the game. ”

"It's too early for him to drive, he didn't get his license long ago, and he always wanted to drive out and run around, and you did the right thing. Oh, and also, how is Mommy, she hasn't been here in a while......"

Connie suddenly mentions her mother-in-law, Abramo's mother, much to Abramo's irritation. He shook his hand, said he didn't want to talk about it, threw the cup of tomato juice into the sink, and went upstairs to rest.

When it was time to sleep, Abramo and Connie lay on the bed, they had been sleeping together for almost 20 years, and they had long lost the passion of their youth, and they lived as a couple only once a year. Every time before going to bed, they would have a chat, which was considered a routine. When they were in their 20s, they often hugged each other and talked about what to eat tomorrow and where to go on weekends. When they were in their 30s, they sat side by side on the bed, chatting about their son's study and life, and sometimes quarrelling; Almost forty years old, the topics of the chat are more changeable, more like small talk between friends, each doing their own thing, and talking with each other.

Connie was smearing expensive face cream on her face, and although it had been a long time since Abramo had admired her looks, she still had to appreciate herself. Abramo was constantly changing channels with the remote control in his hand, channel after channel, he didn't want to watch TV, he was thinking about tomorrow's work schedule, and he missed Vera a little.

The TV switched to a Jersey TV evening talk show about gangs in the New York area, featuring Xavier Henry, a former gang member and later tainted witness. Abramo put down the remote control and retracted his cluttered thoughts to see what Henry had to say.

"Crime in the New York area has been declining, especially in Italy, where young people are reluctant to join gangs, including the children of bigwigs. They were all sent to college to work as doctors, lawyers, financial traders, and become middle-class. Our generation was different, we didn't want to go to school, we just wanted to go to the streets, I dropped out of school at the age of 13 to run errands in a taxi shop... But the black part will not disappear, Mexicans, blacks, and Asians will grab territory, and the glory days of the Italians are over......"

Henry, who was a generation older than Abramo, was active in the 60s and 70s, but because he was Jewish, he never entered the inner circle of the gang. After 80 years of desperation, he chose to defect to the FBI and became a tainted witness, pointing out a group of gang leaders. Among them is Abramo's father-in-law, who is now in prison in Philadelphia with 127 years left to serve.

"This son of a bitch raises and dares to swagger on TV." Abramo couldn't help but take a sip when he saw Xavier-Henry's smug look.

This old guy has been protected by the FBI for more than ten years, and in the past two years, he has no source of income, so he ran out to participate in some TV shows, and also published books and signed books. Because of the death of those black bosses in the early years, and the people who went to prison went to prison, no one wanted to touch him. Although Henry sent his father-in-law to prison, it was not a good thing for Braramo, who inherited a small part of the property in southern New Jersey and no longer had to look at his old father-in-law's face.

Of course, in front of Connie, he still has to show that he hates Henry.

Connie glanced at the TV a few times, but there was no response, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands after painting her face, and asked Abramo to change the channel when she came back, "Change the channel, now people treat gangs as a kind of curiosity and entertainment, TV, movies, and best-selling books are all talking about this, making us look like some bandit cave in modern society, I haven't even killed a chicken." Our children will not be engaged in these jobs in the future, and the older generation is forced to live. Don't look at any of this, I guess the kids will find out one day, I advise you to hurry up and get out of here, you've been mentioning this, haven't you? ”

For every underworld member who has achieved a certain status, whitewashing is a necessary step, and it is also the most difficult step to take. Except for a small number of people who are born violent and criminal addicts, no one wants to be wallowing in the mud all the time. Especially for people like Abramo, who have a family, no one wants to be shot and killed while walking on the road one day, and then the body is placed in the hospital morgue for the family to claim. Or one day he was arrested and prosecuted by the FBI and imprisoned until he died.

Abramo put his arm around his wife's shoulders and wanted to kiss her on the forehead, but when he found that her face was covered with white face cream, he couldn't help but feel disgusted and shrunk his neck back. The husband and wife have been together for a long time, and they will hate each other several times almost every day, but in his heart, Abramo still hopes to grow old with Connie.

"I know it's been moving forward, and I've recently met a very important friend who will help me." Abramo reassured. In the past two years, he has indeed been promoting whitewashing, and the cooperation with Gandofil stems from this, and he hopes to borrow the power of the Gandolfer family's overseas funds. Out of sincerity, he went to war with the other three families with the support of the Gandofil family, but he ended up being an outcast.

Until he met Arthur, everything changed, everything changed.

……

Meanwhile, in Little Italy, Manhattan, in Arthur's apartment, Arthur and Gina have just finished exercising.

Arthur's chest was covered with sweat, half his, half Gina's. He leaned back on the cramped bed, closed his eyes, and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"It's nice to be young." Arthur sighed heartily.

The vitality, fullness, and enthusiasm of youth are fully reflected in both of them. Gina leaned in and gave Arthur a lingering kiss and got up to take a shower in the bathroom. Arthur reminisced about the passion he had just had, got up and sat down on the back of the bed, touched a cigarette and a lighter from the bedside table, lit it with a "snap", and took a comfortable puff.

After leaving St. James's Cathedral, Arthur went directly to Carlo High School to pick up Gina from school, and after returning home, the two began to get tired of each other after dinner, and they got tired of going to bed at night. As a person who has come before, Arthur knows that such days will come to an end one day, but because of this, he has to enjoy it again.

Halfway through his cigarette, Arthur was attracted by the sound of water in the bathroom, snuffed out the cigarette butt and got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash with Gina. There was a scream from Gina, who was attacked, and then the two got tired of being together again, opened a third battlefield in the bathroom, and fought for another half an hour.

It wasn't until late at night that Gina finally fell asleep in bed, smashing her mouth in a daze. Arthur turned off the lamp, and the light still shone in through the thin curtains, shining on Gina's soft and lovely face. After a short period of time together, Arthur has fallen in love with this simple and cute little girl who exudes youthful charm. Sure enough, men are single-minded, no matter what age, they all like young and beautiful girls around 20 years old.

Of course, Gina's most attractive thing about Arthur is the kind of "truth" in her, maybe everyone has had it, but it is gradually lost as the years go by.

When Gina was asleep, Arthur carefully got up from the bed, put on his pants, and put away his Italian cannon. In front of the TV cabinet in the living room, the TV has been sold by Arthur on the second-hand market... He told Gina that he would buy her a better, newer one in the future. In the cabinet under the TV, there is a small safe.

Arthur turned on the light, opened the cabinet, and turned the safe a few times to open the safe. There was a small amount of cash, two gold watches, a few bullets, and eight playing cards. Arthur put the four cards in the safe as soon as he returned, and he didn't have time to look at them carefully.

The 3 of squares, the 4 of clubs, the 6 of hearts, and the J of spades appeared, and 4 more poems appeared, corresponding to 4 people.

The verses are still obscure, and Arthur's head hurts when he reads, and there is no clue at all. But he was sure he could find them, definitely.

At this time, Arthur noticed that one of the original four cards seemed to have undergone some changes - it was his own 2 of hearts, and the words on it were different from the past, which read:

"Name: Arthur Luciano, Class: Axe Bearer, Sequence: 8, Codename: Beam Stick. Comment: The night gives you black eyes, but you use them to find the light. ”