Post by devorah ariella cohen on Feb 3, 2012 15:33:10 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME devorah ariella cohen, but please, call me Dev, everyone else does. AGE & DOB 27 | October 11th HOMETOWN New York, New York, where else? I spent a large part of my life here though, Valkyrie. Know the place like the back of my hand. ETHNICITY Jewish, but also Polish, German and Ukrainian. I am the American melting pot. LANGUAGES SPOKEN American, Yiddish, Polish. I am mildly conversational in russian, but I am far from being fluent, still learning. SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight, liebling. I went through a stage in high school, but it just didn't stick. HAIR COLOR dark brown EYE COLOR brown again. HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'8" and I think you know better than to ask a woman her weight. DISTINGUISHING MARKS I do have a small tattoo, right here, on my inner wrist, the letter M, for my grandmother, Mazhira. Most called her Mazi but of course to me she was Bubby. She died two years ago, I got the tattoo shortly after. LIKES/DISLIKES Likes:: gummi bears, fruity flavored candies, her family, the people who work for her, dancing, singing, jokes, cigars, playing cards, having the upper hand, control, her numbness, her rising success, having a good time, parties, dressing up, her classical Jewish nose, the few she considers friends, Santana music, salsa, both the dance and the dip, spicy foods. watching the people who underestimate her because she's a woman, squirm and beg her forgiveness. Dislikes:: the feds, anti-semetics (obvious reasons), misogyny even biblical. people who live their lives with limitations due to an absent god, faith is fine, but don't be a slave to it, people too scared to go for what they want, romance, women who feel they need a man to be happy, men who treat her like she's beneath them because of her lack of balls, of course she is known for making those men go without their balls too, literally. dark chocolate, white chocolate, people who fuck with her business, people who are disloyal, leaders who are greedy and unfair to their employees. STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES Oh, strengths. I sort of am a gadlen, uh sorry, arrogant person, so asking me, my list of strengths would go on forever. although perhaps that pride is one of my weaknesses, and while I can pack a punch, my pure muscle strength is not at the level of a man's. Biological disadvantage I am doing my damnedest to overcome . But for my strengths, I am intelligent, I know how to my job, I know what it takes survive, I know how to keep my men loyal to me, I am good at what I do. I am a determined femme power type of woman. Not afraid to break a nail and kick a little ass, and I do it in heels. I am very controlled. Something could be breaking what little heart I have to say but I'll still be able to say it in a calm tone with a cool smile. SECRETS Secrets from everyone or secrets from the government. Two very different things. How about one of each? I am the revivalist of the Jewish Mafia, bringing the family back from low level pirating and bootlegging to it's original roots in narcotics, extortion, prostitution and hired killers. Of course my men and I work primarily in racketeering, extortion and hired hands but I did work with the Lansky's to help with the other sectors of the business. And yes, the Lansky's are the children, siblings, nieces and nephews of Meyer Lansky and if you don't know who that it is, I suggest you leave Valkyrie for your own protection. Now, the only secret I keep from my boys is that I was once idle enough to think I should leave the family and go off with me boyfriend at the time, a boyfriend who happened to be in the fbi. he left me though, for his job. I was foolish then, my boys don't need to know, I heard he's dead now anyways. Okay, you know what? Truth time. His name, the fbi boyfriend, was Jesse. I loved him. When he left, I was trying to decide between my family and him, he chose his job, so I chose my family. He died when he walked out that door. And when I got the new that he was literally killed, I didn't let anyone see it but... it was like my best friend died. I went to his funeral in secret. I hadn't spoken to his family in a long time, I wanted to pay my respects to his family but, I'm not a part of it. I thought I was going to be once but... my family are the only people I can count on. I know that now, better than ever. |
in depth
PERSONALITY
"Hm, you see the smile? That is the most important part of who I am. I can smile through anything. Look, there are things people who are not a part of crime families will never understand, and that's the grey areas in life. The average American who got wind of what I do would probably say I am a horrid horrid bitch who needs to be locked up. I left kids with fathers, wives without husbands, men without the ability to bear children, in fact that's sort of my own sadistic signature. When if comes to my job, I am harsh. But only because I need to be. People think because I'm a woman that I'll go soft on them, but you fuck with me, you fuck with my boys, your balls are mine, literally. I'm tough, I'm proud of that. You see, I'm good at my job. Anyone will tell you. My family have been out of the swings since the 60s. Minor jobs in bootlegging here and there, mostly in New York, here and there but mostly, my people had gone legit, muscled out my other organizations. While your Verren's and your Gios were handed the power, passed down by their parentals, all the power and respect I have gained, I built up from the ground, and quickly too. I'm not saying the Irish and the Italians and Russians who are currently running their families don't deserve their power. They're brilliant people who are good at what they do, but they inherited their empire, I'm building mine.
My goal is to bring back the classic mobster. Modern times, organized crime is always so dark and depressing. Family betraying family left and right, power struggles. Look what just happened to the Irish after all. No, my boy and I aren't like that. I am their leader, the idea was a ridiculous one awhile ago. A woman lead? But I proved myself stronger, and did more for our family than anyone else so if they didn't believe in me then they do now. But I will keep they're loyalty. I'd for my boys. I give them equal shares. I hang out with them because I don't feel the need to hide myself behind some false notion of epic superiority when really I need them. I respect that I need them, they respect that they need me. They respect that my word is law. I once had a man, Joe, who got too power hungry. Balance is what true power's about, he didn't understand that. He betrayed my word, I killed him myself. It hurt, he was family. But it needed to be done. He had killed the children and wife of a man who owed us money. I don't do that. You get involved with us, you know what you're getting into. What happens to you is on your own head, we will stomp out anyone who gets in our way but I won't have needless bloodshed. All it does is cause rage and vengeance to rise in the population which makes our primary job in labor racketeering and extortion just that much harder. When Joe killed the family, I killed him myself and sent the proof of his death to the man who lost his wife, as well as ten grand and a release of debt. The man never even contacted the police. Just had his family buried and moved away.
Feared and respected by our "victims." And respected by my boys, that is how I want it. A witness to a crime, they're innocent but they get the way. I'll offer to pay them off first but if they refuse, my hands are tied. I have to have them killed. I do it as painlessly as possible though. But seeing as in three years, really the last two, I took us from having no money and off the grid to being well off and gaining attention from national crime syndicates, I think I am a rather successful leader, don't you? My pride is well deserved. But I'm not all serious all the time, rarely am I serious. I'm serious about my business but when we're all together just hanging out I play cards, smoke cigars, have a beer. We laugh a lot. We are a family and I am a good friend to have.
I am feminist though, a feminist who still enjoys wearing heels of course but a feminist none the less. I was once under the impression that a husband and kids were the direction I should be following and the business was probably better off to the men, but the ideas never fit right with me, and when Jesse left, I knew they were full of crap because I could run the business better than any of them. Romance is way to keep a woman back and 'in her place' so you can say the romance has been driven from me. Sex on the other hand, i'm still a big fan of."
My goal is to bring back the classic mobster. Modern times, organized crime is always so dark and depressing. Family betraying family left and right, power struggles. Look what just happened to the Irish after all. No, my boy and I aren't like that. I am their leader, the idea was a ridiculous one awhile ago. A woman lead? But I proved myself stronger, and did more for our family than anyone else so if they didn't believe in me then they do now. But I will keep they're loyalty. I'd for my boys. I give them equal shares. I hang out with them because I don't feel the need to hide myself behind some false notion of epic superiority when really I need them. I respect that I need them, they respect that they need me. They respect that my word is law. I once had a man, Joe, who got too power hungry. Balance is what true power's about, he didn't understand that. He betrayed my word, I killed him myself. It hurt, he was family. But it needed to be done. He had killed the children and wife of a man who owed us money. I don't do that. You get involved with us, you know what you're getting into. What happens to you is on your own head, we will stomp out anyone who gets in our way but I won't have needless bloodshed. All it does is cause rage and vengeance to rise in the population which makes our primary job in labor racketeering and extortion just that much harder. When Joe killed the family, I killed him myself and sent the proof of his death to the man who lost his wife, as well as ten grand and a release of debt. The man never even contacted the police. Just had his family buried and moved away.
Feared and respected by our "victims." And respected by my boys, that is how I want it. A witness to a crime, they're innocent but they get the way. I'll offer to pay them off first but if they refuse, my hands are tied. I have to have them killed. I do it as painlessly as possible though. But seeing as in three years, really the last two, I took us from having no money and off the grid to being well off and gaining attention from national crime syndicates, I think I am a rather successful leader, don't you? My pride is well deserved. But I'm not all serious all the time, rarely am I serious. I'm serious about my business but when we're all together just hanging out I play cards, smoke cigars, have a beer. We laugh a lot. We are a family and I am a good friend to have.
I am feminist though, a feminist who still enjoys wearing heels of course but a feminist none the less. I was once under the impression that a husband and kids were the direction I should be following and the business was probably better off to the men, but the ideas never fit right with me, and when Jesse left, I knew they were full of crap because I could run the business better than any of them. Romance is way to keep a woman back and 'in her place' so you can say the romance has been driven from me. Sex on the other hand, i'm still a big fan of."
FAMILY LIFE
"Best in the world? We're a Jewish family, originally from Poland on my mother's side, Germany and the Ukraine on my father's side. Of course, my father's side of the family, the Cohen's have been in the United States since the late 1800s but my mother's side of the family only came to the US in the 50s after the Holocaust. My grandparents on my mother's side were survivors. I have cousins and Uncles and Aunts and just so many people around me who cared. My mother and father were unfortunately killed when I was young, I was primarily raised by my Bubby and my Uncle Ira. My family was involved with the criminal world when we were younger but there was no real success. Bootlegging kept us alive but we weren't thriving. My family were sent to California to reopen the labor racketeering and extortion the Jewish Mafia was so famous for in the 1920s."
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
"My immediate family was all killed. I was seven years old. My father Abram Cohen was a good man from what I know. Did what he was told but didn't have the instinct needed to really thrive. He lived his life modestly. He loved my mother. Her name was Ariella, which explains my middle name. I was the second youngest, had three older siblings, one younger sister May. When I was seven there was a raid on our home, my father was a bootlegger and he had been sold out, no one knows by who. But if I ever find the rat. But it involved a corrupt fbi agent, the police. You'll hear the story, no worries."
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HISTORY
"Alright, time for the finale right? Well, I suppose the start of my story begins as a history lessen. Not much has been taught about the Jewish Mafia, as of late because they haven't been incredibly active since the sixties and they haven't been at the top of their game since the 1920s-the 40s when Murder, Inc and the Purple gang were free and loose and wild. Jewish-American organized crime (sometimes called the Jewish Mob, Jewish Mafia, Kosher Mafia, or the Kosher Nostra—a pun on Cosa Nostra), emerged during the late 19th century and early 20th century. It really started in New York City with Monk Eastman and his Jewish gang. They really competed with the Italians and Irish of the time. It was prohibition that really gave us our time to shine though. Arnold Rothstein, man after my own heart, transformed organized crime from a thuggish activity by hoodlums into a big business, run like a corporation, with himself at the top. The Jewish Mafia was one of the first true organized crime units in the United States. We practically invented it, oh how people forget their own histories. Rothstein even managed to fix the 1919 World Series, and while it may be all about the NFL now, there was nothing more important to Americans in the the early 20th century than baseball.
When Meyer Lansky came along, a Russian born Jewish American mobster, who, along with his associate Charles "Lucky" Luciano, was instrumental in the development of the "National Crime Syndicate" in the United States. For decades he was thought to be one of the most powerful people in the country. Lansky developed a gambling empire which stretched from Saratoga, New York to Miami to Council Bluffs and Las Vegas; it is also said that he oversaw gambling concessions in Cuba. He practically invented Vegas. He was the leader, but as he got older he quieted his ambitious, lived his life out comfortably in Miami. The FBI suspected he had left 300 million in random bank accounts and he had, but that was long before his death, much of it got used. He died before we could access all the accounts. I spoke to his son, the current leader of the Jewish Mafia of whom I practically control on my own, and he has set some men up who's one and only goal is to find the missing 200Million that the great Lansky meant for us.
The Lansky's and the Cohen's had been together since the 20s, when Meyer was just a boy. My family, the Cohen's, we have a story of our own. We worked with Rothstein during prohibition, and then the Cohen gang owned the west coast during the 30s, extorting millions out of Hollywood through means of extortion. My family's history in this field was why we were eventually sent to California. Now, Lansky did not die until the 80s but it really was after the 60s and 70s that the Jewish mafia as a whole began to slow down. There were so many competitors, someone which our men got started. And with so many of the greats out of play? Things happened. It's why I work so hard to change it. Anyways, that is some background on my family's histories. On my father's side at least. My father was the son of the great Mickey Cohen, who I am sure you are familiar with if you have seen Bugsy. But hey, gramps had a lot of kids. Died before I was born in 1976, in his sleep.
My mother's family had a very different story. Ariella Fleischman was the daughter of Mazhira and Jacob. Jacob and Mazi were survivors of Auschwitz. Both and raised in Poland, heavy accents. They married in secret while living in the camps, they had two children. They're first born was a son. He was born inside Auschwitz and was killed within the year of his birth. And within that same year, after his death, Jacob and Mazi were liberated by the Soviet forces. After the war, they needed a fresh start. Neither of them had any family left, they had lost their son. So they moved to America. They began their life in New York, Jacob worked cleaning up a cafe and they lived in the projects in a tiny apartment with a million other people in Fleshing, of course, when Mazi was pregnant again, with my mother. My bubby, or grandmother, Mazi, when I was young she told me so many stories of my mother as a child. Apparently Ariella was almost as stubborn as me.
When my mother was 24, she met my father. What his family did hardly came as a shock to her or even her parents. After the horrors they experienced and the unfairness of most of the world, bootlegging and a bit of extortion was childs play. Ariella never joined into the business, neither did her parents, but they joined into the family. They were excepted with open arms and went from being a small family to being a large one. My bubby always told me it was the greatest feeling in the world to have a family again, after hers had been ripped from her. My oldest brother was born shortly after my parents union. Shortly after my grandfather on my father's side, Mickey died. Then my two other brothers after him. And then Jacob died. He died just a month or so before I was born. Bubby said I was so much like him, I softened the blow. I wish I could have known him.
A few years after I was born, my mother had another girl, named May. I don't remember much of my first seven years. I remember being close to my mother. I have vague memories of watching her from the bed as she put in her earrings and did her make up, she always had a style to her that enthralled me. She was graceful and beautiful. I remembering hanging out and playing sports with my brothers, but I was not a tomboy, I just didn't want to learn how to sew. I was happy with them. I remember that. I must have known about the family, I had to have because I don't remember any singular moment that I realized my father's work was against the law. It was just something I always knew.
When I was seven, still in New York, it was my last year with the family I knew. I was in our apartment, a rather small place for a seven person family but it was big enough. I had this small hideout place. The building was old and had old prohibition cupboards for hiding alcohol behind wall panels. I would go there and read when I didn't want to be bothered. I was reading there, a book for school when I heard a crash and yelling. I began to open the wall when my mother leaned down and reshut it, telling me to stay hidden. I stayed hidden but opened the cupboard enough to see and hear what was happening. I saw my mother and siblings being held at gun point lined up against the opposite wall as my father stood at the other side of the room with his hands in the air. There was an FBI agent, a corrupt one, obviously, but he wanted the money. My father told him, he didn't have it, no one knew where it was. I found out later the agent was a man still looking for the lost 200mil that Lansky left. But back to that moment, he begged the man to take him, arrest, kill him anything just leave his wife and his children out of it. The crooked agent called him a kike and shot my mother. He then pointed his gun at my oldest brother and told my father he would go down the line one by one until he told them. But my father didn't know anything. And he also knew, that the agent was too smart not realize that he would never get away with shooting that woman, the innocent woman, if witnesses survived to tell the public what he did.
So my father attacked the agent, was shot in the process. I had my hand clamped over my mouth the entire time as the agent pushed my father's body off of him and nodded to the men with my three remaining siblings. The men the agent brought with him were obviously thugs, not with government at all and I do like to make that distinction. But these, thugs, quickly shot my remain siblings dead. The agent searched the apartment, framed the death on intra-gang violence. My bubby arrived as soon as she heard. I hadn't moved from the secret cupboard. As she opened the cupboard, I began to yell. She hushed me, pulled me out and into a hug. That night she told me the story of how she lost her family. A firing squad as she hid. I was always close to Mazi, but it was that moment we connected. I had to move in with my Uncle Ira and my cousins, related to my father obviously. My bubby was allowed to move in as well. My bubby and Uncle Ira raised me from there on out. My cousins became my brothers and sisters. I was lucky to not be alone.
You would think I would hate the FBI because of that man, but I understand that man was corrupt, plus, when I was fourteen, my family being moved to California, as the son of Meyer Lansky began trying to rebuild the Jewish crime family empire, I received an envelope in the mail. It was three hundred dollars cash, and a picture of the man who killed my family, dead on an examiners table, stabbed in the chest multiple times and a note on the back that said. "my corrupt partner was locked up, killed in "prison fight". thought you'd want to know". The note was untraceable and as sick as it might sound to the average person, it brought me comfort and honestly a bit respect for the FBI. They killed him for me. I know they did. The prison fight in quotes? No, they killed him for what he did and covered their tracks. People think the government's so clean but we all know thats a lie.
I lived in Valkyrie, California at my family's house. It was a large home that many of the families lived in together. I was smart as a whip, in school. I enjoyed studying. Mostly history, especially the history of organized crime, thought it would be the most useful to me. But I wanted to be involved in the family business more than I was. They let me do minor things here and there, secretary work mostly. I grew to feel under-appreciated and yet I loved being a part of them. It confused me at the time. I ended up going to Valkyrie University. I was a history major with a business minor. Some of the elective courses I need to take were available in archeology. It was something that I didn't see as practical for myself but I was very interested in it. I ended up really enjoying the class. I also took an Anthropology elective which was wonderful only to find out my two favorite professors were actually married, which probably should have been obvious since they had the same last name, Lennox. But moving on. I was talking to Professor Lennox, James Lennox, the mister of the marriage during some of his office hours when his son, Jesse, stopped by.
I was immediately smitten. It was strange though. I was never much of a dater. Sex sure, but when it came to men I actually like I was, and still am, very picky and particular. I had never actually crushed on a boy before. I had always imagined I would get married, have kids, and my husband would be Jewish and a part of the family business and that would be my contribution. I just had never found a man I wanted. Jesse and I began dating. Of course, he was not jewish, but I honestly could not have cared less. I loved him. I had a hard time with the family because of their jobs vs. his job and I felt so guilty for not telling him. I barely told him anything. I never told him I had siblings, I just lied and said my parents died in a car crash. I did introduce him to my Uncle Ira and my Bubby, and a few cousins I was closest to. They all loved him apart from the badge he wore. I suppose I was selfish to want to have them both. My family AND Jesse. My bubby particularly loved the Jesse and since she was not a part of the family business, after she met him she grabbed me by the sides of my face and in her thick polish accent told "Marry that man or I will" I laughed at the time, but it really did seem to be the direction we were headed. Bubby called him a "sexy Makher" which means boss, leading man material type of guy, a man who makes things happen. Which was adorable coming from a woman in her late 80s.
When he worked in LA or got sent around the country on the job, I worked for my family. I had a lot of good ideas and sent them over to the Lansky's but at the same time, I was not actively taking part, I was just an idea girl. Death had never really bothered me or the darker sides of the business that Lansky was pulling back together. But when Jesse was in town, it was like none of that existed. I had pretty much decided to, not reject my family, but give up the business, risk them rejecting me, and just be with Jesse. We had been together for five years. Then, one day, my bubby who was 90, she didn't wake up. She was old but she was also my closes family, and the only connection I had to my mother. I was heart broken. So coming home to Jesse, I needed to find a way to tell him, but instead he told me the news of his new assignment. He was going to leave for an undetermined amount of time. I had just lost my grandmother and now he wanted to leave to? I was furious. I wanted him to stay. I begged him but I didn't tell him about Bubby, I didn't want him to stay out of pity. I told him, if he left, that was it. He left anyways.
So, the way I see it. Is he chose his career, even though I was willing to give mine up, including risk losing the only family I had left. And he left. He chose his career, so I chose my family. I went back to my family with a vengeance. I was no longer going to be idle as they used my ideas. I worked hard and I worked quickly. I changed attitudes, gained power and wealthy and reputation. If anything I should thank Jesse for setting my priorities straight. But that would be difficult. About three months ago, he died. I was able to pretend to people I was fine, that he died to me when he walked out. Only my Uncle Ira knew how torn up I was about it. But I did my job, I put on a smile but I couldn't help but sneak off to attend his funeral in the background. When I got home that night, I cried for the first time since bubby died and he left. I broke down a bit, not proud of the lack of control, but I appreciate Ira for letting me literally cry on his shoulder. Even though he raised me, I'm his boss now, and he still hold no resentment. An amazing man. But the next day it was time to get back to business as usual."
** all historical info comes from wikipedia
[/td][/tr]When Meyer Lansky came along, a Russian born Jewish American mobster, who, along with his associate Charles "Lucky" Luciano, was instrumental in the development of the "National Crime Syndicate" in the United States. For decades he was thought to be one of the most powerful people in the country. Lansky developed a gambling empire which stretched from Saratoga, New York to Miami to Council Bluffs and Las Vegas; it is also said that he oversaw gambling concessions in Cuba. He practically invented Vegas. He was the leader, but as he got older he quieted his ambitious, lived his life out comfortably in Miami. The FBI suspected he had left 300 million in random bank accounts and he had, but that was long before his death, much of it got used. He died before we could access all the accounts. I spoke to his son, the current leader of the Jewish Mafia of whom I practically control on my own, and he has set some men up who's one and only goal is to find the missing 200Million that the great Lansky meant for us.
The Lansky's and the Cohen's had been together since the 20s, when Meyer was just a boy. My family, the Cohen's, we have a story of our own. We worked with Rothstein during prohibition, and then the Cohen gang owned the west coast during the 30s, extorting millions out of Hollywood through means of extortion. My family's history in this field was why we were eventually sent to California. Now, Lansky did not die until the 80s but it really was after the 60s and 70s that the Jewish mafia as a whole began to slow down. There were so many competitors, someone which our men got started. And with so many of the greats out of play? Things happened. It's why I work so hard to change it. Anyways, that is some background on my family's histories. On my father's side at least. My father was the son of the great Mickey Cohen, who I am sure you are familiar with if you have seen Bugsy. But hey, gramps had a lot of kids. Died before I was born in 1976, in his sleep.
My mother's family had a very different story. Ariella Fleischman was the daughter of Mazhira and Jacob. Jacob and Mazi were survivors of Auschwitz. Both and raised in Poland, heavy accents. They married in secret while living in the camps, they had two children. They're first born was a son. He was born inside Auschwitz and was killed within the year of his birth. And within that same year, after his death, Jacob and Mazi were liberated by the Soviet forces. After the war, they needed a fresh start. Neither of them had any family left, they had lost their son. So they moved to America. They began their life in New York, Jacob worked cleaning up a cafe and they lived in the projects in a tiny apartment with a million other people in Fleshing, of course, when Mazi was pregnant again, with my mother. My bubby, or grandmother, Mazi, when I was young she told me so many stories of my mother as a child. Apparently Ariella was almost as stubborn as me.
When my mother was 24, she met my father. What his family did hardly came as a shock to her or even her parents. After the horrors they experienced and the unfairness of most of the world, bootlegging and a bit of extortion was childs play. Ariella never joined into the business, neither did her parents, but they joined into the family. They were excepted with open arms and went from being a small family to being a large one. My bubby always told me it was the greatest feeling in the world to have a family again, after hers had been ripped from her. My oldest brother was born shortly after my parents union. Shortly after my grandfather on my father's side, Mickey died. Then my two other brothers after him. And then Jacob died. He died just a month or so before I was born. Bubby said I was so much like him, I softened the blow. I wish I could have known him.
A few years after I was born, my mother had another girl, named May. I don't remember much of my first seven years. I remember being close to my mother. I have vague memories of watching her from the bed as she put in her earrings and did her make up, she always had a style to her that enthralled me. She was graceful and beautiful. I remembering hanging out and playing sports with my brothers, but I was not a tomboy, I just didn't want to learn how to sew. I was happy with them. I remember that. I must have known about the family, I had to have because I don't remember any singular moment that I realized my father's work was against the law. It was just something I always knew.
When I was seven, still in New York, it was my last year with the family I knew. I was in our apartment, a rather small place for a seven person family but it was big enough. I had this small hideout place. The building was old and had old prohibition cupboards for hiding alcohol behind wall panels. I would go there and read when I didn't want to be bothered. I was reading there, a book for school when I heard a crash and yelling. I began to open the wall when my mother leaned down and reshut it, telling me to stay hidden. I stayed hidden but opened the cupboard enough to see and hear what was happening. I saw my mother and siblings being held at gun point lined up against the opposite wall as my father stood at the other side of the room with his hands in the air. There was an FBI agent, a corrupt one, obviously, but he wanted the money. My father told him, he didn't have it, no one knew where it was. I found out later the agent was a man still looking for the lost 200mil that Lansky left. But back to that moment, he begged the man to take him, arrest, kill him anything just leave his wife and his children out of it. The crooked agent called him a kike and shot my mother. He then pointed his gun at my oldest brother and told my father he would go down the line one by one until he told them. But my father didn't know anything. And he also knew, that the agent was too smart not realize that he would never get away with shooting that woman, the innocent woman, if witnesses survived to tell the public what he did.
So my father attacked the agent, was shot in the process. I had my hand clamped over my mouth the entire time as the agent pushed my father's body off of him and nodded to the men with my three remaining siblings. The men the agent brought with him were obviously thugs, not with government at all and I do like to make that distinction. But these, thugs, quickly shot my remain siblings dead. The agent searched the apartment, framed the death on intra-gang violence. My bubby arrived as soon as she heard. I hadn't moved from the secret cupboard. As she opened the cupboard, I began to yell. She hushed me, pulled me out and into a hug. That night she told me the story of how she lost her family. A firing squad as she hid. I was always close to Mazi, but it was that moment we connected. I had to move in with my Uncle Ira and my cousins, related to my father obviously. My bubby was allowed to move in as well. My bubby and Uncle Ira raised me from there on out. My cousins became my brothers and sisters. I was lucky to not be alone.
You would think I would hate the FBI because of that man, but I understand that man was corrupt, plus, when I was fourteen, my family being moved to California, as the son of Meyer Lansky began trying to rebuild the Jewish crime family empire, I received an envelope in the mail. It was three hundred dollars cash, and a picture of the man who killed my family, dead on an examiners table, stabbed in the chest multiple times and a note on the back that said. "my corrupt partner was locked up, killed in "prison fight". thought you'd want to know". The note was untraceable and as sick as it might sound to the average person, it brought me comfort and honestly a bit respect for the FBI. They killed him for me. I know they did. The prison fight in quotes? No, they killed him for what he did and covered their tracks. People think the government's so clean but we all know thats a lie.
I lived in Valkyrie, California at my family's house. It was a large home that many of the families lived in together. I was smart as a whip, in school. I enjoyed studying. Mostly history, especially the history of organized crime, thought it would be the most useful to me. But I wanted to be involved in the family business more than I was. They let me do minor things here and there, secretary work mostly. I grew to feel under-appreciated and yet I loved being a part of them. It confused me at the time. I ended up going to Valkyrie University. I was a history major with a business minor. Some of the elective courses I need to take were available in archeology. It was something that I didn't see as practical for myself but I was very interested in it. I ended up really enjoying the class. I also took an Anthropology elective which was wonderful only to find out my two favorite professors were actually married, which probably should have been obvious since they had the same last name, Lennox. But moving on. I was talking to Professor Lennox, James Lennox, the mister of the marriage during some of his office hours when his son, Jesse, stopped by.
I was immediately smitten. It was strange though. I was never much of a dater. Sex sure, but when it came to men I actually like I was, and still am, very picky and particular. I had never actually crushed on a boy before. I had always imagined I would get married, have kids, and my husband would be Jewish and a part of the family business and that would be my contribution. I just had never found a man I wanted. Jesse and I began dating. Of course, he was not jewish, but I honestly could not have cared less. I loved him. I had a hard time with the family because of their jobs vs. his job and I felt so guilty for not telling him. I barely told him anything. I never told him I had siblings, I just lied and said my parents died in a car crash. I did introduce him to my Uncle Ira and my Bubby, and a few cousins I was closest to. They all loved him apart from the badge he wore. I suppose I was selfish to want to have them both. My family AND Jesse. My bubby particularly loved the Jesse and since she was not a part of the family business, after she met him she grabbed me by the sides of my face and in her thick polish accent told "Marry that man or I will" I laughed at the time, but it really did seem to be the direction we were headed. Bubby called him a "sexy Makher" which means boss, leading man material type of guy, a man who makes things happen. Which was adorable coming from a woman in her late 80s.
When he worked in LA or got sent around the country on the job, I worked for my family. I had a lot of good ideas and sent them over to the Lansky's but at the same time, I was not actively taking part, I was just an idea girl. Death had never really bothered me or the darker sides of the business that Lansky was pulling back together. But when Jesse was in town, it was like none of that existed. I had pretty much decided to, not reject my family, but give up the business, risk them rejecting me, and just be with Jesse. We had been together for five years. Then, one day, my bubby who was 90, she didn't wake up. She was old but she was also my closes family, and the only connection I had to my mother. I was heart broken. So coming home to Jesse, I needed to find a way to tell him, but instead he told me the news of his new assignment. He was going to leave for an undetermined amount of time. I had just lost my grandmother and now he wanted to leave to? I was furious. I wanted him to stay. I begged him but I didn't tell him about Bubby, I didn't want him to stay out of pity. I told him, if he left, that was it. He left anyways.
So, the way I see it. Is he chose his career, even though I was willing to give mine up, including risk losing the only family I had left. And he left. He chose his career, so I chose my family. I went back to my family with a vengeance. I was no longer going to be idle as they used my ideas. I worked hard and I worked quickly. I changed attitudes, gained power and wealthy and reputation. If anything I should thank Jesse for setting my priorities straight. But that would be difficult. About three months ago, he died. I was able to pretend to people I was fine, that he died to me when he walked out. Only my Uncle Ira knew how torn up I was about it. But I did my job, I put on a smile but I couldn't help but sneak off to attend his funeral in the background. When I got home that night, I cried for the first time since bubby died and he left. I broke down a bit, not proud of the lack of control, but I appreciate Ira for letting me literally cry on his shoulder. Even though he raised me, I'm his boss now, and he still hold no resentment. An amazing man. But the next day it was time to get back to business as usual."
** all historical info comes from wikipedia
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