The Hitman Chronicles

A long time ago a great man once said to me:

“The way of the world has changed; the ways of my life has changed. The way of thinking from the old country has vanished, and the only way people think they can get respected is by pulling a trigger. But I think that’s my fault, my example of a steady and hard fist over weighed my heavy heart and soft manner. I learned fast and gave no second thought about what I had to do in order to take over my family. Sometimes we forget who we are in the beginning and who we were supposed to be in order to be who we were meant to be. We get caught up in the middle sometimes and that’s where the middle turns into our end.”

This is the story of man that needs no long introduction and this is a story for those who aren’t faint of heart but keep an open mind for the true meaning of this story. I’m talking about none other than Paolo Cardasi, the “Don” of the Cardasi Family. We all have watched the news and seen the crime scene photos over the past years and know his name isn’t famous but lives in infamy. The mention of his name creates fear in most and in the others; well they show their respect and honor his name. What you are about to read is my interview and the stories he told me so strap up and hold on. The first time I met Paolo Cardasi is was a hot day in July. The only real reason I was granted this interview was because the judge that sentenced Paolo was dead, and all the other judges were now afraid to deny anything he requested. I had only seen pictures of Paolo, until this day. It looked like he towered over everyone and was the meanest mother fucker to walk this earth. Once you did research on him you’d see what he allegedly did and how gruesome of a person he was. In a weekend getaway a few years back there were pictures that showed him in board shorts on the beach and how tattooed he was, and I’ll never forget that he had infamous tattooed on his chest. Tattoos of guns and knives depicts a vicious murderer and drug lord, crime boss and a psychotic ruthless man that gave no concern to anyone but himself.

The camera crew and I entered the prison at 10 a.m. and our interview was scheduled for 11a.m., while the crew set up I walked around the prison yard that surrounded the death row building. Which I was scared to at first because of my surroundings but the death row building was separate from general population and it eased my mind after a few smokes. I was attempting to keep my composure rather than show the fear I was hiding. I was planning on being very up front and not be scared by this man but I couldn’t help think of all the things he had done and all the people he has hurt. I quickly realized that I was dripping sweat and god damn it I hate to sweat. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back and going into the crack of my ass and my bra getting soaked and holding the sweat like a contraceptive sponge.

My crew came out looking like ghosts and motioned that we were ready to go after a smoke break. I never knew terror until this point, I didn’t know whether to cry and curl up in the fetal position or puke and cry then crawl into the fetal position. I slowly finished my last cigarette and headed to the door. I walked through the death row door and turned left. I just passed the first door when I noticed the man in the first cell. It was a solid door with two little 6x9 windows. I peeked in and saw him bound and gagged on the floor. I saw the same thing with the man in the second cell as well. I came to my chair at the third stall and faced the door. The guard opened the door and there he was. I looked at him and stared in utter shock, as he looked nothing like his photos and the way people talked about this monster of a man.

He was about 5’10 and the tattoos where what we have seen in the photos but had the most beautiful color and depth to them, along with the tattoos his skin glowed a deep tan that look smooth to the touch and he looked so much younger than what I was assuming. His hair was fairly long and a light brown, his eyes looked into mine and he had these beautiful hazel eyes that just glowed with green and gold. He stood up and faced me, nodded to the guard and the guard walked away. He took another step forward and extended both his hands to shake my hand. Of course I was scared but something in his eyes and half cocked grin put me at ease enough to reach out as well and with a soft manly tone introduced himself. And once he was done with his introduction I realized how he was a ladies’ man. The one thing I did read that was positive was his dedication to his family and friends and for those who did not see him in the mobster or gangster light saw his true colors of family, religion and acts of a normal man.

After this he had asked me to sit and talk a bit before the camera people came back. At this point I had only said one word. One fucking word! I didn’t know why he had me locked up but I could feel my pussy starting to tremble with his words and his actions but we were in death row and I knew he was a murderer and a dangerous man. Before the crew came in he was talking about his three kids and his wife. And he glowed with pure joy and I could see his dedication to his family. But once the crew reassembled his attitude and tone changed, like he was protecting something or someone, I think it was his reputation and or pride, shit probably both.

I asked him if he was ready and he replied with a yes and I gave my crew their orders on how I wanted the opening shot to look and the camera sequence to program for the interview. I started out slow even though I wanted to jump in head first and ask the ground breaking questions but I knew he might clam up and put up his wall. The first set of questions I asked where about his childhood, like where he grew up and how did he deal with being adopted? Also I asked him how he found his birth family.