Tattiana DeParko

I was born in New York City, New York on the 8th of November in 1990. My mother was a Stay at Home wife and my father was an Accountant. Both were of Italian decent. They were murdered by the Russian Mafia after my father discovered some number changing in a law firm run by one of the son's of the Stoiavich Family.

 

One day, I was driving down the roads of New York when my car died. From around a corner came a car, long and black, slamming into the side of my vehicle and sending me nearly through my side window. Contact was made. 

 

I awoke in the hospital two days later, a hidden and temporary drug induced coma, to a man sitting at my bedside. He was a kind, but sad looking gentleman that held my hand. Beniamino "Sonny Red" Palladino. A leading man in the New York based Italian Mafia from Sicily, Italy who had lost his wife to illness almost a decade back and his only daughter to an attack on his family a few years before. This was my way in. His driver was speeding, as he normally did, and took the turn sharply. Sonny Red, in his caring nature, made sure my medical bills were paid for, and visited me often. We spoke, and laughed, and bonded. After I was released, he offered a room at his home for me to recover. I had no where else really to go so I accepted.

It has been five years since that day. I was adopted into the family, made a legal and willing member of the Palladino family two years after I was offered a job working for them-- it became official when I earned my place after being taken captive by the Russians in an attempt to bring down the Palladinos. Sonny was not kind to them.. and I was not prepared for the encounter. He saved me. I grew to love him, his three sons and his business. I soon became the face of the family. My duty was to remind people when debts and favors were due, have business meetings and make new contact. Going to gala's and parties that a family representative was expected to show up at. And all the while going to "confession" to turn in little details and things that came up, stopping the family from the low levels on up. Five years.. and I fear that something.. might be slipping.