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Angelo Ceccini
D.O.B: {04/07/1983} Nationality: {Italian, American} Birth Place: {Algonquin Hospital, Liberty City} Eye Color: {Dark Brown}
Height: {5'8} Weight: {168lbs}
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My Story,
I was born in beautiful Liberty City in 1983. My Parents, Were two Italian immigrants fresh off the boat from Calabria, Italy. With hopes of a better life and five children, My Father Italo worked night and day to provide for the family, While my mother Maria worked the laundry room at a local hotel. They Eventually opened a small produce store in the north end of Algonquin.
My Father became a pillar to the Italian community, although his warm and friendly personality made him a hit with the locals , he began brushing shoulders with the right and wrong people. He still missed many things from the old country, and longed for connection to something back home. Thats when Italo met Don one day and that changed the course of our lives forever.
Don Pavano Began to frequent my fathers business. First for cigarettes, the next day it was the paper. Soon enough He would stop by every morning simply for coffee & scopa and a chat with my father. However Italo was a smart man, he knew Pavano was a made guy, hell he was boss of the family! He knew one day Pavano would offer to help him out. but that day never came.
In 1993 Don Pavano died of suspected poisoning, my father was devastated to say the least. That was the year I started work stocking produce shelves and running the register.
Business was good, until one day a woman by the name of Mary Valvona, (Dons Widow)started phoning the business. She started saying that Don often brought up Italo's Market but there was no indication of business being dealt from Pavanos Acccountant. About a week late, the sharks came knocking on the door.
Shakedowns became a weekly occcurance, they would run the numbers game from the register, Stash heroin drops in canned tomatoes in the pantry room, Even Straighten guys out in the basement after dark . It was my first introduction into the life, from my post I would overhear customers picking numbers and wise guys talk about the office. This is when I began to learn about the Sportsbook and Loansharking businesses.
They eventually took over my fathers business over an unpaid settlement, and took his life along with it. He drank himself to death one morning August 19th 1994. I was 11 years old, and I never forgot that.
At that time I despised wise guys, My father was dead my mother was struggling to put food on the table and I was barely keeping it together. But one thing, One person I should say that I hated more changed my course of aggression more than anything, Mary Valvona.
Mary was an immigrant from Palermo herself, being arrested at the early age of 12 for heroin possession and a year later for extortion. Little did I know me and Mary would have far more in common than I could have ever imagined.
Around that time I became best friends with a kid at school by the name of Anthony Marchetti, He was the Son of Peter "Big Pete" Marchetti a local soldier and tough guy from the Pegorino borgata. Pete was very fond of me from knowing my father before his passing. He would often take us out on vacations and fishing trips and would tell us stories about growing up in Alderney.
Me and Anthony knew at that early age his father wasn't in construction, like he confessed to be. It caught Anthony by suprise though when his father turned up dead one cold fall afternoon in 2008, when that suspicion became more than a reality.
His death was ruled a homicide, but never was solved. Word on the streets was the Pavanos were raging war against the smaller Pegorinos. In this particular incident Big Pete and former Pegorino Soldati Marco Bonnaro were supposedly killed by a numerous .223 rounds in Acter Industrial Park.
As both of our hatreds grew for Mary, so did our appetite for crime, Thats when I believe me and Anthony truly fully followed in his fathers footsteps.
We were both 25 and running our own books, . We started putting money on the street and were even charging 10 points on a vig! Thats when we first met Jimmy. Jimmy Pegorino.
We started hanging around Jimmy Pegorino and the remaining crew in his social club in Little Italy. We were flies on freshly painted walls.
We were well liked and accepted right off the bat. After Pete and Marcos death, Jimmy knew he had to step in to help me and Anthony anyway he could, and when he know we had a knack for bookmaking and collecting money. it was over, all of a sudden we were the two new golden geese of the family
Around this time I began working as a manager at one of his Gentlemen Clubs, Honkers .I would manage the VIP section of the club, from selling bottle services and finessing customers into private rooms. To forging credit card signatures and fracturing bones. I did it all.
Within the same year of Big Pete and Marcos passing Jimmy and Practically every member of the family with a button were 6ft under or missing. Phil Bell was one of the only remaining members on paper.
With the Family in shambles and the other five families closing in on territory around the city. I packed my things to start a new life on the west coast.
and here I am Los Santos.
D.O.B: {04/07/1983} Nationality: {Italian, American} Birth Place: {Algonquin Hospital, Liberty City} Eye Color: {Dark Brown}
Height: {5'8} Weight: {168lbs}
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My Story,
I was born in beautiful Liberty City in 1983. My Parents, Were two Italian immigrants fresh off the boat from Calabria, Italy. With hopes of a better life and five children, My Father Italo worked night and day to provide for the family, While my mother Maria worked the laundry room at a local hotel. They Eventually opened a small produce store in the north end of Algonquin.
My Father became a pillar to the Italian community, although his warm and friendly personality made him a hit with the locals , he began brushing shoulders with the right and wrong people. He still missed many things from the old country, and longed for connection to something back home. Thats when Italo met Don one day and that changed the course of our lives forever.
Don Pavano Began to frequent my fathers business. First for cigarettes, the next day it was the paper. Soon enough He would stop by every morning simply for coffee & scopa and a chat with my father. However Italo was a smart man, he knew Pavano was a made guy, hell he was boss of the family! He knew one day Pavano would offer to help him out. but that day never came.
In 1993 Don Pavano died of suspected poisoning, my father was devastated to say the least. That was the year I started work stocking produce shelves and running the register.
Business was good, until one day a woman by the name of Mary Valvona, (Dons Widow)started phoning the business. She started saying that Don often brought up Italo's Market but there was no indication of business being dealt from Pavanos Acccountant. About a week late, the sharks came knocking on the door.
Shakedowns became a weekly occcurance, they would run the numbers game from the register, Stash heroin drops in canned tomatoes in the pantry room, Even Straighten guys out in the basement after dark . It was my first introduction into the life, from my post I would overhear customers picking numbers and wise guys talk about the office. This is when I began to learn about the Sportsbook and Loansharking businesses.
They eventually took over my fathers business over an unpaid settlement, and took his life along with it. He drank himself to death one morning August 19th 1994. I was 11 years old, and I never forgot that.
At that time I despised wise guys, My father was dead my mother was struggling to put food on the table and I was barely keeping it together. But one thing, One person I should say that I hated more changed my course of aggression more than anything, Mary Valvona.
Mary was an immigrant from Palermo herself, being arrested at the early age of 12 for heroin possession and a year later for extortion. Little did I know me and Mary would have far more in common than I could have ever imagined.
Around that time I became best friends with a kid at school by the name of Anthony Marchetti, He was the Son of Peter "Big Pete" Marchetti a local soldier and tough guy from the Pegorino borgata. Pete was very fond of me from knowing my father before his passing. He would often take us out on vacations and fishing trips and would tell us stories about growing up in Alderney.
Me and Anthony knew at that early age his father wasn't in construction, like he confessed to be. It caught Anthony by suprise though when his father turned up dead one cold fall afternoon in 2008, when that suspicion became more than a reality.
His death was ruled a homicide, but never was solved. Word on the streets was the Pavanos were raging war against the smaller Pegorinos. In this particular incident Big Pete and former Pegorino Soldati Marco Bonnaro were supposedly killed by a numerous .223 rounds in Acter Industrial Park.
As both of our hatreds grew for Mary, so did our appetite for crime, Thats when I believe me and Anthony truly fully followed in his fathers footsteps.
We were both 25 and running our own books, . We started putting money on the street and were even charging 10 points on a vig! Thats when we first met Jimmy. Jimmy Pegorino.
We started hanging around Jimmy Pegorino and the remaining crew in his social club in Little Italy. We were flies on freshly painted walls.
We were well liked and accepted right off the bat. After Pete and Marcos death, Jimmy knew he had to step in to help me and Anthony anyway he could, and when he know we had a knack for bookmaking and collecting money. it was over, all of a sudden we were the two new golden geese of the family
Around this time I began working as a manager at one of his Gentlemen Clubs, Honkers .I would manage the VIP section of the club, from selling bottle services and finessing customers into private rooms. To forging credit card signatures and fracturing bones. I did it all.
Within the same year of Big Pete and Marcos passing Jimmy and Practically every member of the family with a button were 6ft under or missing. Phil Bell was one of the only remaining members on paper.
With the Family in shambles and the other five families closing in on territory around the city. I packed my things to start a new life on the west coast.
and here I am Los Santos.