BOBBY GIAMETTI'S LAST CHANCE
~ 1 ~ Bobby Giametti was sitting in a cell in the Westchester County jail. His right fist was wrapped with an ice pack, and his left eye was blackened. His long dark hair was a mess and he had three days’ growth of beard on his face. All cleaned up, he was a handsome twenty-two-year-old. But there was something a little off about him. He had a violent streak that he had a lot of trouble controlling. He would start fights over nothing and even take on guys he knew could clean his clock. In his quieter moments, he thought he might be psychotic. But then again, almost every role model he’d ever had in his life were all a little bit nuts. The downside of growing up in a mobbed-up family. Bobby had finished high school and then just knocked around Newark. He tried getting into the debt collection business that his dad, Tonio, who was also a money lender, thought he might be good at, but Bobby just scared the shit out of people, and that made for bad business. Tonio had tried to get hi...