Gambini's Money

I know I’m not suppose to tell anyone this, and certainly some folk are going to try and convince you that I have a death wish, but really, it’s more a matter of getting it off my chest. Mind if I smoke……….thanks. I used to work for a group of Jersey businessmen who, not only bent the rules, but turned them over there collective knees and spanked them beet red. Oh, I did my part. We all did. Me and Bernie, we were in for the full pound, screw that penny.
It’s said through the eyes and not words that once a member of the Gambini’s you’ll never go back to your own, unless in a fifty five gallon drum or a wooden box. But I beat the odds, I’m here, almost twelve years later and I’m ready to sing sweeter than a canary returning alive from the mines. You got any beer?
Louis Gambini ran his “family” tighter than any one in the past, present and future had, although I may be speculating some on the later. He knew things that even the Man Up Stairs couldn’t know, just take my word that. His empire was worth over 750 million dollars and stashed in so many off shore accounts if they were all on a single island it would sink into the sea. Lucky Lou was indeed blessed, so much so you’d think he’d never miss a lousy 10%, but I’m getting ahead of my self. You got any food?
Anyway, me and Bernie had got a call from Ernie Halverson, he’s Lou’s accountant, and he had been drinking a little. Seems he was getting ready to be taken upstairs and entertained by three of Maggie’s best girls and needed me to take a certain book…what, oh?.. she’s Lou’s social director….yeah, no problem. Any way, this certain book turned out to be some kinda coded combination to Lou’s fortune, and old Ernie let the wrong head chose unwisely for him. Lets just say a copy of this book fell onto a turnip truck and no one was the wiser. This? It’s a Smith and Wesson, 357. Yeah no problem.
So where was I? Yeah yeah yeah… so Bernie had this sister, Becky who turns out was a total computer wiz, but it was her old man, Carl, who had just returned from the service, and get this, he was a code breaker, I swear! Any ways, it takes us what, maybe eighteen minutes and badaboom, we’re all set for life. Not a full one, but one with penthouse views, and maidservants.
They took Carl and Becky down first. Found them in Vegas, and lets just say if they’d smoked, they could have done it from their throats. Bernie made it two years, but they got him in some backwater joint off a Caribbean reef. I’ve never seen a man sink but I heard it he went like a rock. Poor bastard. So, that leaves me, well me and Maggie, I mean you didn’t think I was smart enough to make this haul on my own did ya? She and I, well, we used some of the money on the French Rivera to get a more youthful look through the wonders of plastic surgery. We spent eleven great years together, in the sun, out in the open and fearless. She always made me smile, seemed like when she’d open up the glass doors every morning that the sun stole its light from her eyes. I loved that woman more than life itself, so when she died last week…What?…no, nothing like that, it was cancer, yeah………How much do I have left?…..Ha-ha, wouldn’t like to know…………..