Captain Vic Meets The Mob

In 1994 I was at Vic’s home, when he got a serious call. He told me these guys from back East had flown into town and were coming over to have a private chit-chat with the Cap.

After letting two thugs in the door, they went to the Caps home office that Vic closed the doors to after asking me to leave. This was un-heard of, those doors never shut.

Forty minutes later, they left. Vic looked very worried, and said this;

“Those guys scare me. They were packing guns. Let me show you where I keep mine.”

My father took me to a hall linen closet and opened it. I beheld a pump twelve gage shotgun. He told me he keeps a nine milometer under his pillow. I studied this man who gave me life. I knew he wanted a loyal son to watch his back, and be his…