L.A. Bloodbath: A Crank-y Story.
Chapter One: DeVazzi Family's Origins.
In late 1950s-early 1960s, somewhere in Abruzzo, an administrative section of Italy, Carmine DeVazzi was born. He was raised by his parents and grandparents, along with his younger brother.
In late 1970s, Carmine was studying English and Arts in University and he was making progress and in early 1980s, he graduated from university and found a job as a grocer.
In 1982, Carmine thought that he can't find his place in his hometown, mostly because the payment at the grocery store where he was working was low, so he decided to move to United States to find himself a highly paid job.
Two days later, DeVazzi packed his documents and belongings, drove to an airport, bought a ticket to Los Angeles, used it and fled to Los Angeles.
After the flight and arrival to Los Angeles International Airport, Carmine thought that if he wants to find himself a job in L.A., he needs American citizenship, so he took a cab and paid the taxi driver with 30 Italian liras just to drive him to a local place of issue of citizenship. The taxi driver drove him there, where he could earn his new citizenship and DeVazzi thanked him as they parted.
Carmine entered the embassy and said to one of its workers that he wants an American citizenship to get a job and live in L.A. The worker asked him to fulfill the application form and he did it. The worker said that he must get here by tomorrow to get his citizenship, in which he agreed and left the embassy.
After exiting the embassy, Carmine realised that he didn't found a hotel to stay, so he asked the local citizens about the nearest to the embassy hotel. They said that the nearest hotel is located in two miles north from the embassy. Carmine thanked them and gone there.
After walking on his two feet two miles north, Carmine reached the hotel and entered it. The hotel's lobby was nice, yet modest as it was coloured in white. He reached the receptionist's desk, ringed a bell and receptionist asked him:
"What can I do for you, sir?"
Carmine asked him:
"May I check in a room for three days?"
"I'm afraid that we don't have free rooms at the moment, but I'll see what can I do, sir." The receptionist calmly said and saw at the list that one room was uninhabitated. "Wait, there's only one room left uninhabitated, sir."
"Which one?" Carmine asked.
"214, sir" the receptionist replied.
"May I check in 214th room for three days?" Carmine asked again.
"Sure. It will cost $40 per night, sir" The receptionist replied with light sigh.
"Do you take liras?" Carmine asked him again.
"Yes." The receptionist replied again and handed him the key from 214th room.
Carmine paid the receptionist with liras, took the key and went to the floor where the 214th room was located.
He went upstairs to aforementioned floor, inserted the key into the keyhole and entered the room. The room was big and its walls were coloured in white and it gave a slight futuristic notes. Carmine took off his clothes and shoes, hung them on the hangers, went into a bathroom, cleaned himself, went into a bedroom, laid himself upon a Jack-sized bed, covered himself in a blanket and started to sleep.
On the next day, he woke up, cleaned his face and brushed his teeth, took on the clothes and shoes, heard the phone ringing, took the phone and answered on the call. The call was from the embassy. They've called about his citizenship and told him to take his new documents as soon as possible and gave him an address and Carmine ended the call.
After the phone conversation, Carmine exited the hotel and rushed to an embassy to take his documents. He entered the embassy and heard that his applicaton form was approved, so he can take his new American passport, visa and green card and all needing documents so he can start his new life in America. Carmine thanked them, took the documents and rushed back to hotel.
Carmine was so happy that he got the documents to start a new life in America, so he started to seek for a job by a newspaper and found a tattoo parlour's address. He remembered the old days when he was at university, studying Arts and painting pictures, so he thought that a tattooist is kind of an artist too, so he rushed to a tattoo parlour in order to find himself a job.
DeVazzi arrived at the tattoo parlour by his trusty feet. The place was a little bit of a rundown, mainly because it was located in a ghetto, but it didn't mattered him as walked down the street and seeing all of the local African-American people talking about something and looking at him with a big suspicion because he was a European white male guy, coming from Italy with American passport that he got today.
Carmine reached his destination as he saw the tattoo parlour with neon flame signs on the windows and "TATTOO" neon sign above the door. He saw the name of the tattoo parlour; Charlie's Finest Tattos and "Help Wanted" sign at the left window. He entered the parlour and suddenly he was called:
"Did you came for a job application or a tattoo, amigo?"
Carmine didn't expected that from his future employer, so he responded:
"I came here for a job application from the newspaper."
The parlour's owner was sitting on his wooden chair with his stretched out legs lying on the table and reading a newspaper's culture section, but upon hearing that someone came for a job application, which he put in the newspaper, he closed the newspaper, put his legs down, got off of his wooden chair, came close to Carmine and said:
"Very well, I didn't expected that someone will respond to my job advertisement." The owner was surprised that someone came to work with him. "I'm Carlos Filipè, owner of Charlie's Finest Tattoos, you can call me Charlie."
"Grazie. I'm Carmine." Carmine introduced himself.
"So, where did you came from?" Charlie asked him with suspicion.
"Italy." Carmine responded.
"What brought you in States, my friend?" Charlie asked him about his reason to move in United States.
"New life and mostly, money." Carmine calmly responded.
"Where were you studied art?" Charlie asked him about the place where Carmine studied art.
"My hometown's university." Carmine responded calmly again as usual.
"Where did you learned English so good?" Charlie asked him about his English.
"Same place." Carmine responded calmly, pointing to his hometown's university.
"Hmmm... Okay, you're hired." Charlie said and shook Carmine's hand. "You will be my tattooist, while I trying to get business running, okay?"
"Okay." Carmine said and Charlie appointed him as a tattooist.
"So, get to work, we have so much clients to work with." Charlie said with enthusiasm.
After getting a job, Carmine started working on Charile and his Native American assistant/janitor/guard Barry, who was very kind at soul, yet so naïve, even he admits it.
Three months later, after Carmine stopped living in a hotel, moved into a rented by him from a landlord apartment, bought a gun in order of self-defence, cheap suit and a cheap, yet a nice boxy coupe car, he started making money, because Charlie told him by secret that he and Barry are tied to a criminal underworld of Los Angeles and some of the rich people are coming into his parlour to have a free tattoo and they pay big if they want one, as he and Barry secretly sell guns and homemade drugs, as Charlie revealed to be not only an owner of a tattoo parlour, but also a small time drug and arms dealer, which Carmine hated, as his brother were beaten up by a drug dealer.
On 14th of July, 1982, Carmine killed Charlie and Barry in a cold blood in their tattoo parlour's alley because Charlie didn't liked the sketch of his tattoo and insults about him. They were shot numerous times in the head and body. Their murder was witnessed by Poon Dong's right-hand man Li Xiao Ping, who approached Carmine before the murder and said:
"You have the inner potential of killing other people, my Italian friend. Do you thought about ditching these low-life fools and kill people for bigger cash and being a more bigger threat for this town? Think about it and choose wisely."
Carmine was arrested and brought in the court. Two months later, he was found guilty of the double murder and sentenced to life imprisonment.
Too bad that from the life imprisonment Carmine was serving, he served only five. His early release was made possible by the man who witnessed the murder and said nothing: Li Xiao Ping.
Since Carmine's imprisonment, everything's changed. Now it's 1987 and Ping is the boss of Los Angeles Triads. Li introduced Carmine to other three bosses: Romeo Verona, Sergei Tarasov and Carl Dillman, with whose help, Carmine found out about the real criminal underworld of L.A.