Carlito's boys are just damn fun. Most of them are family men that like their work a little wild, so I can empathize, y'know? And despite being a foul-mouthed little cuss with a Napoleonic complex, he's got the strong Hispanic sense of community going. Once you're one of Carlito's people, you're set for life, man. We parted on friendly terms, which is good - especially since he didn't know that I was going to work for the Don.
And that was one freakish month. Worked me ragged, right to the bone, and the glimpse I got into his organization... it's huge. There are governments that are less complicated than Ronnyboy's web. And Ron? One scary-ass motherfucker. One day he pulled us all out onto the warehouse floor, and singled out one guy. Said that he had been passing info to the King. Then he walked over, grabbed him by the hair, and shoved his head into a fryer. Keep in mind, Ron's hand was in the boiling oil WITH THE GUY. And he didn't even flinch, just held him there until the guy stopped twitching, pulled him out, and dunked his hand in the sanitizer bucket.
That's when I bailed - a week later, anyway. Made it clear that I was too dumb to do the work I was given, and moved on to the Queen's territory. She... yeah, I know she used to be a guy, so what? So was my Aunt Gert, and I still had the decency not to mention it. Yeesh. Anyway, she's classy. Old Mafia style, and her establishments are much the same. You know they still give free cones to any dogs that come up in the summer? That's class, straight up.