by Ws Greer
I sat in that house with Tommy for nearly two hours before Dominic showed up, and from the moment I got there, everything has been pure craziness. Tommy’s phone call, watching Dominic show up just as Tommy was making the decision that it’d be okay to kill me, and then watching Dominic and Tommy literally fight to the death was maximum overload to my brain. But things really went berserk and to a whole different level when we looked in Tommy’s phone and saw the name Gloria as one of the contacts.
Now, there’s a chance, of course, that this Gloria is some other Gloria. It could be some old lady living in Chicago or some place, with some sort of vendetta against Dominic for some reason we don’t know, but that’d be the most insane coincidence known to man, and we both know there’s no chance that’s the case. So, I sat there with Dominic for about twenty minutes in silence, while he tried to understand why his mother would do something like this. Why would she be working behind the scenes with Tommy to try to have her own son killed? What does she stand to gain from Dominic’s death? How the fuck is this even possible? Did she go to Tommy about this or did Tommy go to her? If Tommy went to her, why would he go to the boss’s mother, of all people? What is this, kindergarten? You don’t like how things are going down, so you go to the mom and tattle-tell? So many questions that are truly mind-blowing, but we’re going to get the answers.
Dominic didn’t say much after we saw the phone, but the one thing he did say was definite and final. He didn’t care what time of night it was, we were going to go see Gloria tonight. Right now. So, Dominic grabbed everything in the house that could be linked to either of us, and set the abandoned house on fire with Tommy’s body in it before we left. The house was already burned out from a previous fire, but it’ll come crashing down to the ground now, right on top of Dominic’s betrayer. The city didn’t want to tear the house down since it was in a poor neighborhood, now they won’t have a choice.
After all that’s happened, it’s obvious we’re in something really deep. Tommy’s death isn’t the end of something, it’s the beginning. Victor Fronzo has tried to call Dominic twice since we left the abandoned house, so the issue with him still isn’t over.
And the thing with Tommy presents another problem of its own. The fact that Tommy killed Raphy, another made guy, without Commission approval, means he was bound to be killed, sooner or later. The Commission doesn’t allow made guys to be killed without the green light from them, so if Dominic would’ve gone to them and told them about Raphy, Tommy was going to die anyway. However, Dominic didn’t go to the Commission. He took matters into his own hands and killed Tommy without talking to the Commission first, so there’s a chance this whole thing could blow up in Dominic’s face. If the Commission finds out about Tommy’s death, they could put a contract on Dominic’s head, and then every member of the Family could potentially be after us.
So, things just got crazy, and I know Dominic is going to need my support now more than ever. His best friend is dead, he can’t trust anybody else at this point, and Victor’s money is still a problem. It’s a lot of pressure to be under, so I have to make sure to be his sidekick as best I can. We’re partners in this, from now until forever.
I thought I was going to die tonight. I was convinced Tommy was going to pull that trigger, and I’d only hear the beginning of the gun’s pop before everything went black and my consciousness ended. I thought I’d never see Dominic again, and in that moment, I’d never been more convinced of my love for him. I love Dominic more than I love myself, more than I’ve loved anything, and being with him is the driving force behind everything I do. Just when I thought the lights would go out forever, Dominic came in and shined his light on me, making sure I’d never be in the dark again. I could never repay him for how good he is to me, but making sure that I’m his rock at the time he needs me most is a good start, I think.
After a silent forty-five-minute drive, Dominic turns the Challenger into a residential area in Belleville, Illinois. The houses here are beautiful, all two-stories with bright green landscaping that is beautiful even in the dark. It’s gorgeous, and I can’t help but think of how nice it’d be to live here, to get away from the hassle of living in St. Louis, with all its traffic and murder. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. In fact, I don’t think I’ve been here since I dropped a letter off in Gloria’s mailbox the day I moved to Alaska.
Memories flood my brain of that day, so I know as Dominic comes to a stop across the street from the house he used to live in with his mother, he’s filled with more emotions than I can even imagine.
He doesn’t say anything, choosing only to stare out the window at the house like he hates it. I’m not sure what to say at the moment, but I want to be whatever he needs me to be, so I decide to break the ice.
“You okay?” I ask, then immediately regret it. That’s a stupid question, of course he’s not.
“Definitely not,” he replies, confirming the idiocy of my inquiry.
“What are we gonna do?” I ask, a better question this time.
“I wanna hear her admit it,” he answers, nearly snarling. “I wanna hear it come out of her mouth—that she tried to have me killed. I wanna know why.”
The darkness of the night mixed with the orange glow of the streetlights casts a shadow across Dominic’s face, making him look even more menacing and sending chills careening up my back. I wonder what could happen tonight. I just watched Dominic break his best friend’s neck without thinking twice for kidnapping me, so I’m starting to ask myself if Dominic is capable of killing his own mother for her part in this. La Cosa Nostra is not something to be fucked with, and when Gloria got herself involved with Tommy, she fucked with it. In fact, when she told Tommy to kill me, she involved me in it as well. I’ve always tried to stay on the outside of Dominic’s business with the Family, but Gloria has pulled me in, albeit inadvertently. So what justice would I want carried out for her? What justice is there for trying to have me killed and my body disposed of without anyone ever having a chance to find me? What’s the payment for disregarding my life and my parents’ need for closure when they never hear from me again? How would I want her to pay for that? As we exit the car and start up the sidewalk to the house, I’m still not sure of the answer, but I’ll know soon.
When we reach the door, Dominic hesitates momentarily, looking down at the welcome mat on the ground in front of us—brown with thick black letters. He seems to be in shock from all of this, and I’m in shock too, so I’m not sure what to say to him.
He slowly lifts his hand and presses the doorbell, and it chimes throughout the house loud enough to be heard across the street where the car is parked. At first, there’s nothing. It’s nearly three o’clock in the morning now, so surely Gloria is asleep, but that won’t deter Dominic. This is happening now.
He presses the doorbell again, this time followed by his fist pounding on the door. Still, there’s nothing. So Dominic bangs on the door like he’s the police, then rings the bell while he continues to knock loud enough to wake the entire street.
Finally, there’s movement inside. A light comes on in the back of the house, then another closer to us as Gloria makes her way to the door. I hear Dominic exhale as the deadbolt turns, steadying himself for whatever is about to happen, preparing himself for what he’ll feel when he sees her.
The door swings open and my heart explodes into a flurry of quick, erratic beats, caused by extreme nervousness. Gloria Giaculo stands at the door wearing a black robe that she holds closed with one hand. Her long black hair is somehow still wavy and beautiful, even though she just got out of bed. Her face is beautiful and soft, especially for a woman in her fifties, and I can see so much of Dominic’s face in hers. But her expression when she sees us tells me she isn’t as soft and gentle as her face would have me believe. She looks astonished that the two of us are here, then her demeanor shifts to something else. Fear.
“Dom?” she says with a bit a shakiness in her voice that she can’t hide.
“Wh . . . what are you doing here?”
Dominic tries to respond, but the words catch in his throat. He takes a second to shake it off, even smoothing out the wrinkles in his suit before starting again.
“Just wanted to come and see you,” he says with surprising placidity.
“Oh,” Gloria says, unsure of how to hide her nerves. “Why?”
“Why?” Dominic snips quickly. “Why not? A son can’t come see his mother once in a while?”
Gloria clears her throat. “Of course you can, sweetie. It’s just that it’s three in the morning. It’s a little bit of a strange time.”
“Were you asleep?” I interrupt, feeling my own anger building up inside of me. I’m usually silent when Dominic meets with people, but like I said before, Gloria pulled me into this, and I’m a part of it now.
“Of course,” she answers, glaring at me.
Of Course. How could she possibly be asleep when she knows she told Tommy to kill me just over an hour ago? Either she’s lying about being asleep, or this innocent-looking woman is cold enough to order someone to be killed and then turn around and take a nap after. My life meant that little to her.
“Why are you talking to us through a crack in the door?” Dominic says, breaking the eye contact between Gloria and me. “We can’t come in?”
“It’s three o’clock in the morning, Dom,” she pleads with the name she called Dominic when he was a kid, the one he told me he always hated.
“I know, but I’m here now, and I won’t be able to come back later. Business is especially busy right now,” Dominic says, spitting the words at her.
I can see it in Gloria’s face that she’s scared. After talking to Tommy on the phone and telling him to kill me, the fact that I’m standing here has to send up red flags in her head. But, I can also see she’s struggling with something else. She’s a mother, and her son is standing on her doorstep, asking to be let inside. It’s something she can’t bring herself to say no to. Regardless of whatever has been going on behind the scenes, she’s a mother who loves her only child. So, she opens the door.
“Okay, sweetie,” she says, sidestepping so we can pass her.
Dominic leads the way, turning on more lights as he walks through the house he spent so much time in as a child. He leads us through a beautifully decorated dining area with a wooden table that looks like it’s been cleaned every day since its existence. Then we turn a corner and we’re in the living room. The furniture is all black leather, with white rugs in front of the couch and loveseat, and one of the walls in the room seems to be a dedication to Dominic and his father. Pictures of Dominic and Donnie Collazo are nailed next to each other like a collage, showcasing Gloria’s undying love for her boys, Dominic and Donnie. The boys she lost to the mafia.
Dominic glares at the wall like it offends him, then he swiftly turns and sits down on the loveseat. I take my place next to him, while Gloria sits on the couch.
“So, to what do I owe the surprise, especially at this hour?” Gloria asks as she settles herself and tightens her robe.
“I just wanted to come see how my mother was doing. So, how are you?” Dominic asks, leaning back.
“I’m fine, Dom. I’m glad to see you. It’s been a while.”
“Yes it has. But you seem to be doing well. Are you happy?”
“Am I happy?”
“Yeah, with your life, are you happy?”
Gloria’s eyes shift to me briefly, then back to her son.
“Sure. As happy as can be expected, I guess. Why do you ask?”
“How about my life,” Dominic says, ignoring her question.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Just what I said,” he snips, and I can see the anger building up in him now. He’s starting to look like the boss of the Giordano crime family. “My life. Are you happy with my life?”
Gloria’s expression hardens a bit. “It doesn’t matter if I’m happy with your life, Dom. All that matters is that you’re happy with it.”
Dominic nods his head in agreement. “Right. That’s how it should be. As long as I’m happy, right? So then why’d you try to have me killed?”
“What?” Gloria snaps, her eyes bulging. “What are you talking about Dom?”
“Stop calling me Dom,” he says with a bit of bite in his tone, but he doesn’t go overboard. He’s holding back. Out of respect for his mother. “What do you know about Victor Fronzo?”
Gloria’s eyes grow even wider at the mention of his name. “I don’t know who that is.”
“Yes you do,” Dominic says.
“I don’t, Dom.”
“Stop calling me that. My name is Dominic, and Victor Fronzo is the guy you wanted Tommy to put the blame on for Alannah’s death.”
Her eyes are so big I think they’re going to fall out of her face. Gloria tries to hide the fact that her breathing is getting out of control, but it’s no use. Dominic and I can both hear it, and everything about her demeanor is laced with the fear of a woman who’s been caught red-handed.
“I don’t know . . .” she starts to say, but I’ve had enough. I’ll be silent no more.
“Just stop it, Gloria,” I chime in. She looks offended that I’ve even spoken at all, but I couldn’t possibly care any less about how this woman feels—the woman who told Tommy to kill me and then went to sleep. “I was there when he spoke to you on the phone tonight. I heard everything Tommy said, and we know he was talking to you. We checked the phone he was using, so just do us a favor and stop the bullshit.”
She glares at me like my presence is offensive, but I stare right back at her. I have no respect for anyone who’d have me killed so easily. So we can stare each other down all fucking night.
“Why’d you do it, Mom?” Dominic says, staring daggers into his mother. “How could you do it?”
Gloria’s eyes bounce around the room, searching for a lifeline, searching for words that will somehow get her out of this, but there are no words that can save her. There’s nothing but the truth now, and she must succumb to it.
“I . . . I don’t . . .” she stammers aimlessly before finally giving in. “I love you, Dominic. I love you more than you could ever know, and I didn’t want to see you wind up dead like your father. I just couldn’t live with myself if you ended up like him. You’re my only son! What was I supposed to do? My only son, the boss of a deadly crime family? The same one in which the only man I ever really loved was murdered in broad daylight. No mother wants to see her son end up like that, so I just wanted to get you removed from power. I wanted you to have nothing to do with that family. I never meant for things to get out of control the way they did. Tommy took it too far. It was all Tommy, I swear, sweetie. I’m your mother, I would never hurt you. I’d never wish death on you.”
“How about me?” I snap, my eyes boring into her, unflinching. “Would you wish death on me? I’m the love of your son’s life, and you told Tommy to kill me just a few hours ago. Isn’t that right?”
Gloria looks over at Dominic, pleading with him to drop this. No chance.
“I panicked,” she replies to my disgust. “Tommy went too far and he needed a way out. I didn’t think he’d actually kill you, so I just said some stuff to get him to leave me alone. I know Dominic loves you and I wouldn’t want to take that away from him. Tommy is an idiot, and I knew he wouldn’t do it. I didn’t really want you to die, Alannah.”
“Wow, you’re unbelievable,” I reply, feeling new, updated versions of hate being born within me. “You told Tommy to kill me, and then you went upstairs to your room and went to sleep like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. Even though you know how long Dominic and I have loved each other, you still could sleep after telling Tommy to kill me. How could you? What did I ever do to you?”
Out of nowhere, I feel tears starting up, and I hate it. I’m not even sure why, but they’re coming as all the emotions become too much once again. I’m overflowing with anger, sadness, and rage, but I’m also happy to ev
en be alive right now. I’m completely overwhelmed, so the tears win the battle, overtaking my face.
“I’m sorry, Dominic,” Gloria says, her voice shaking with her own emotions and oncoming tears. “I didn’t mean for all of this to happen this way. I only did it because I love you, and I was trying to protect you. But I realized in the end, that once you’re in that life, you can’t just get out of it. I was naïve, and once I started it, it just wouldn’t stop. Tommy’s the idiot who took it too far.”
“Was,” I hear Dominic interrupt. “He was the idiot. Thanks to you, he isn’t anything anymore.”
Gloria’s eyes immediately mist over, and then the tears cascade down her cheeks like a waterfall of hopelessness and regret.
“We’ve known Tommy a long time,” Dominic continues driving his point home, ignoring his mother’s tears over Tommy. “You chose to reach out to my closest friend and use him against me, and it cost him his life. You say you were trying to protect me, but you almost cost me my life, and you still might. The drama you and Tommy caused between Victor and me isn’t over yet. And then you almost got Alannah killed. Everything you’ve done has been a threat to the lives of the people closest to me. You’ve ruined everything, Mom. So, I guess you got what you wanted, because Tommy’s death is the end of my life in La Cosa Nostra. The Commission will come after me for sure now, and it’s because of you. So after all you’ve done to try to protect me, you’ve ended up killing virtually everything dear to me.”
“I’m sorry, Dominic,” Gloria says, her eyes raining with tears. “I only wanted to keep you safe and out of harm’s way. I just wanted to keep you alive so you and I could have a relationship again. I didn’t want to watch you die. I just wanted to be your mother. It’s all I have left in this world.”
“You are not my mother anymore,” Dominic snips, and his words snatch all of the air out of the room. Gloria even stops crying momentarily, and so do I. “You destroyed our relationship a long time ago when you couldn’t handle the fact that I was just like my father. You couldn’t handle it when I needed to avenge his death, so you shut me out. You only came around on birthdays or sent text messages on holidays. You shut me out because of what I do, but you had no problem taking the money I would send here. You had no problem with La Cosa Nostra when it was fueling your lifestyle. And now, in the end, you’ve done the thing that no one will ever be get way with—you’ve threatened Alannah.”