FORCED TO LIVE IN MAFIA COMPOUND – PT 1 – WE MOVE IN

I knew it was a bad idea when my husband became the financial advisor for the local mafia family. They became his only client, so our entire existence was tied directly to how he managed their money. Initially, we did quite well. We had plenty of money, a nice house, and a good life. But my husband, Jerry, became cocky and arrogant….. he thought he was smarter than everyone, including Tony, ‘the boss’. Eventually – I guess, inevitably – Jerry embezzled from Tony and ‘the family’, and got caught. Tony wasn’t a very forgiving guy, and he had Jerry beaten mercilessly, nearly killing him.

But Tony didn’t want Jerry dead. My husband was actually very good at managing money, and Tony wanted him to continue handling the family’s finances…he just wanted Jerry under control; closer to home; subdued. So, after Jerry recovered from his beating, Tony made him move his family – which included Jerry, me and his high school age daughter, Chloe – into Tony’s family compound. Tony made it clear that if any of us tried to leave the compound, other than for school or running errands, the remaining family members would be killed, and then the one who left would be tracked down and killed, as well….there was simply no way to get away from them.

Tony had two other Mafioso-types that lived in the compound and were always around. Frank manned the front gate to the compound, and Mickey was essentially Tony’s right-hand man…he lived in the main house with the rest of us and was always around.

From the beginning, it was clear that this was not going to be pleasant. The day we moved into the compound, Mickey came to get us in a big black sedan. When we arrived at the compound, Frank came out of the guard shack and bent down to look into the car where the 3 of us sat. With a wicked grin he ogled Chloe and me, and smirked at Jerry.

“Looks like the entertainment has arrived, eh?” Frank said.

Mickey said, with a similar grin, “yeah, this is about to get interesting.”

Frank opened the gate for Mickey to enter the compound, and we drove through. Mickey then had us get out of the car and follow him to the main house, where we would be staying. He took all 3 of us with him to the main sitting room, where Tony was smoking a cigar and watching TV. Tony glanced up at us, and motioned Mickey to bring me over to him.

Mickey pushed me from behind, so that I stumbled over to where Tony sat on the couch.