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would haul off and kick your ass. Linda wasnât like that, although she did have a feisty little temper.
She just kept it very real. My parents liked her because they knew who she was back then. She was a very likable girl, especially by the guys. But the girls didnât like her because they were jealous of her. A lot of those Brooklyn girls wanted that Mob life. And she had it, the minute she was born. But I could tell that she was born into something that she really didnât want.
And her smile was âOh, my God.â Thatâs what I was attracted to about her, besides her beauty. I thought her smile was the best, and still to this day. Out of all the women Iâve been with in my life, I would say Linda definitely has the best smile. She doesnât do it much, but when she does, itâs good.
When we were kids, I was always at Lindaâs house. At that point I knew her father was involvedâeverybody knew. Linda used to invite me over for dinner, but sheâd tell me not to wear my earring because her father hated earrings. So I would take it out before I went to her house. Her father and I got along pretty well. We used to talk about sports. He knew I was a baseball player.
Her house was really nice. On the outside it looked like a normal house. When you went inside, it was different. It was all minted out. They had a great bar in the basement and even a little suntanning room down there, too. I loved it.
I liked to go see Linda, but I really liked it because her father trusted me. He told me he trusted me with his daughter. He gave me that opportunity to be trusted, which also was the opportunity to screw up, I guess. He basically let me stay at the house with his daughter. But when it got late, heâd say, âOkay, time to go.â And Iâd leave.
Greg was always very nice to me. He was a very admirable kind of guy. At the same time, though, you knew in his voiceâhe had a real deep voiceâthat you did not want to mess with this guy at all.
When I went over there for dinner, Greg would do the cooking. He cooked me these filet mignon steaks. There was actually a little grill in the kitchen, and Greg would grill steaks. There I was sitting at the table, thinking, Wow, I have a serious Mob guy cooking for me. He cooked them great, too. One night we even had steak and lobster. I had never even had lobster before. We had a surf-n-turf night, and it was pretty awesome.
But after that sit-down, I was forced to stay away from her and she was forced to stay away from me. Everybody knew, if you didnât abide by the rules at a sit-down, you were dead. So I was abiding by the rules. I would see Linda around the neighborhood, but I never talked to her.
About six months after the beating happened, I found out the real story. Linda wasnât the person who ratted on me to her fatherâit was her friend Argie. After Lindaâs mother called Argieâs house, Argieâs father demanded his daughter tell the Scarpas who she and Linda were with that night. So Argie finally told them it was me.
When I found that out, I wanted to talk to Linda, but I couldnât. Every time I saw herâshe would walk by me on purpose and look at meâI had to put up this mean-guy front. I had to do it because if I gave her any indication that I wasnât pissed at her, she would approach me.
I was doing my best to keep up that âIâm pissed off at youâ look for my safety, and my familyâs safety, as well as for her safety. Because who knew what my father was capable of? He was pretty frigginâ pissed. I always gave my father a lot of credit for going over there to see Greg. I was pretty impressed with that.
Linda and I didnât talk for the next year and a half. But other things were going on in the neighborhood. Bodies were turning up here and there. As kids from the neighborhood, we knew who was doing it.
Thankfully, Stephen wasnât one of
She just kept it very real. My parents liked her because they knew who she was back then. She was a very likable girl, especially by the guys. But the girls didnât like her because they were jealous of her. A lot of those Brooklyn girls wanted that Mob life. And she had it, the minute she was born. But I could tell that she was born into something that she really didnât want.
And her smile was âOh, my God.â Thatâs what I was attracted to about her, besides her beauty. I thought her smile was the best, and still to this day. Out of all the women Iâve been with in my life, I would say Linda definitely has the best smile. She doesnât do it much, but when she does, itâs good.
When we were kids, I was always at Lindaâs house. At that point I knew her father was involvedâeverybody knew. Linda used to invite me over for dinner, but sheâd tell me not to wear my earring because her father hated earrings. So I would take it out before I went to her house. Her father and I got along pretty well. We used to talk about sports. He knew I was a baseball player.
Her house was really nice. On the outside it looked like a normal house. When you went inside, it was different. It was all minted out. They had a great bar in the basement and even a little suntanning room down there, too. I loved it.
I liked to go see Linda, but I really liked it because her father trusted me. He told me he trusted me with his daughter. He gave me that opportunity to be trusted, which also was the opportunity to screw up, I guess. He basically let me stay at the house with his daughter. But when it got late, heâd say, âOkay, time to go.â And Iâd leave.
Greg was always very nice to me. He was a very admirable kind of guy. At the same time, though, you knew in his voiceâhe had a real deep voiceâthat you did not want to mess with this guy at all.
When I went over there for dinner, Greg would do the cooking. He cooked me these filet mignon steaks. There was actually a little grill in the kitchen, and Greg would grill steaks. There I was sitting at the table, thinking, Wow, I have a serious Mob guy cooking for me. He cooked them great, too. One night we even had steak and lobster. I had never even had lobster before. We had a surf-n-turf night, and it was pretty awesome.
But after that sit-down, I was forced to stay away from her and she was forced to stay away from me. Everybody knew, if you didnât abide by the rules at a sit-down, you were dead. So I was abiding by the rules. I would see Linda around the neighborhood, but I never talked to her.
About six months after the beating happened, I found out the real story. Linda wasnât the person who ratted on me to her fatherâit was her friend Argie. After Lindaâs mother called Argieâs house, Argieâs father demanded his daughter tell the Scarpas who she and Linda were with that night. So Argie finally told them it was me.
When I found that out, I wanted to talk to Linda, but I couldnât. Every time I saw herâshe would walk by me on purpose and look at meâI had to put up this mean-guy front. I had to do it because if I gave her any indication that I wasnât pissed at her, she would approach me.
I was doing my best to keep up that âIâm pissed off at youâ look for my safety, and my familyâs safety, as well as for her safety. Because who knew what my father was capable of? He was pretty frigginâ pissed. I always gave my father a lot of credit for going over there to see Greg. I was pretty impressed with that.
Linda and I didnât talk for the next year and a half. But other things were going on in the neighborhood. Bodies were turning up here and there. As kids from the neighborhood, we knew who was doing it.
Thankfully, Stephen wasnât one of
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