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we? Why are these ass holes after me?" "Honey, one thing I can be totally sure of, they are not after you because of your family. In fact, if they even had the slightest idea.. oh.. I mean.. no way!" Nevertheless, the shell was broken. Ignorance may be comforting to a point, but it can also be lethal. She knew and so she told this story. "Honey, I wasn't hit by a car. I was hit by a car door. It was blown from a car that exploded. Me and baby Chucky were in the yard when our parents car, my parents car - not yours - blew up. It was a bomb." Marcus jolted to the recollection of Chucky's singular admonition. "Jazz Man and Emily took two of us in, but only two. There were four of us. Our dead father was Nicholas Nalletto. He was a short time protegee of Nino and later an enforcer for the Brooklyn arm of the syndicate. Nicky played both sides of the fence, police and syndicate. Boom. It was inevitable." "Nalletto? Nails? The brothers?" "My other two brothers, I'm ashamed to say. Total monsters." "Nu-mommy," Marcus mulled quietly. Sissy made a sweet groping gesture for the right words. "New mommy. Emily was childless. She and Jazz Man were, and still are, decency to the extreme. What better safe haven? Off limits to mob vendettas. Even so, we were split up. Mr. Prio didn't want the other two. He saw, even as young as we were, that two of us were no good. He called them blighted fruit, and passed them off." She continued, "Your brother Aldo was the son of Augustus Olefsen, lawyer to the De Lucas who were under Sabia - the fat man. Augustus was hit in a machine gun attempt on Sabia that was messed up. Olefsen and his wife took the first instead of the second car. Simple luck spared the baby. Must have been a million bullets in that car.