John Gotti Jr

My father sent a cop to come get me at military school, and they came to my room. They told me that, put your service uniform on, and someone's coming to pick you up. Someone's coming to pick me up with my service uniform on. It didn't make any sense. We don't know anything else. So I had to go to my quarters, put my service uniform on, my white gloves, my hat, and I waited. I sat there and waited.

My father sent a cop to come get me at military school, and they came to my room. They told me that, put your service uniform on, and someone's coming to pick you up. Someone's coming to pick me up with my service uniform on. It didn't make any sense. We don't know anything else. So I had to go to my quarters, put my service uniform on, my white gloves, my hat, and I waited. I sat there and waited.

Car pulls up, and driving the car was a gentleman who did time with my father in Lewisburg. His name was Charlie Deak, Charlie Decanio, and another gentleman named Mark. He recently died in prison. They picked me up, got in the car. They wouldn't say anything. They wouldn't talk. They were very somber.

Car pulls up, and driving the car was a gentleman who did time with my father in Lewisburg. His name was Charlie Deak, Charlie Decanio, and another gentleman named Mark. He recently died in prison. They picked me up, got in the car. They wouldn't say anything. They wouldn't talk. They were very somber.

and like mark was sort of like holding back and crying so i'm saying something right here i'm not asking any questions i'm figuring maybe something happened to my father i don't know and then we get home i pull in front of the house they tell me wait here i see everybody by my house a lot of people there they both get out of the car and i'm in the car by myself now the back seat wait here i can't get out and go in my own car my own house

and like mark was sort of like holding back and crying so i'm saying something right here i'm not asking any questions i'm figuring maybe something happened to my father i don't know and then we get home i pull in front of the house they tell me wait here i see everybody by my house a lot of people there they both get out of the car and i'm in the car by myself now the back seat wait here i can't get out and go in my own car my own house

And I'm sitting there, and I'm sitting there, and I'm fidgeting in the car, and I'm saying, well, once I see my father walk out, I went, whew, he's okay. What could this be all about? Never hit me. And he takes me out of the car, takes me for a walk. He says, you know, your brother's gone.

And I'm sitting there, and I'm sitting there, and I'm fidgeting in the car, and I'm saying, well, once I see my father walk out, I went, whew, he's okay. What could this be all about? Never hit me. And he takes me out of the car, takes me for a walk. He says, you know, your brother's gone.

Yeah, he did.

Yeah, he did.

Yeah. It was... You know, you sort of think to yourself. You say, maybe if I didn't go away to school and I was here, it wouldn't have happened. So for several years, I beat myself up over that. But... I know my father most certainly beat himself up over it. And he would never show that emotion. My father was a true soldier. He sat for three days. We had Frankie's wake for three days.

Yeah. It was... You know, you sort of think to yourself. You say, maybe if I didn't go away to school and I was here, it wouldn't have happened. So for several years, I beat myself up over that. But... I know my father most certainly beat himself up over it. And he would never show that emotion. My father was a true soldier. He sat for three days. We had Frankie's wake for three days.

Three days, he postured by that coffin, and he greeted people from all over. They came from Buffalo, Pennsylvania. They came from all over. And he'd greet everybody, and he'd walk them over and show them his son, brush his hair back, and he kept it all together. I couldn't keep it together. Oh, my God, no way. I couldn't keep it together.

Three days, he postured by that coffin, and he greeted people from all over. They came from Buffalo, Pennsylvania. They came from all over. And he'd greet everybody, and he'd walk them over and show them his son, brush his hair back, and he kept it all together. I couldn't keep it together. Oh, my God, no way. I couldn't keep it together.

But when he had his own quiet time, when he had his own time, that's when he would mourn. You'd hear him at night. He'd mourn.

But when he had his own quiet time, when he had his own time, that's when he would mourn. You'd hear him at night. He'd mourn.

No, never one time. He wouldn't show me that weakness. He wouldn't show anybody that weakness. He wouldn't do it. He just wouldn't do it. He would do it. My bedroom was attached to his den. So the vent was right there. It was a thin wall that's attached. So where my bed was, there was a vent to the right side of my bed, and that's where the couches were, and there was a fireplace in his den.

No, never one time. He wouldn't show me that weakness. He wouldn't show anybody that weakness. He wouldn't do it. He just wouldn't do it. He would do it. My bedroom was attached to his den. So the vent was right there. It was a thin wall that's attached. So where my bed was, there was a vent to the right side of my bed, and that's where the couches were, and there was a fireplace in his den.

And I would hear him. I'd hear my father. He would mourn on his own terms to himself.

And I would hear him. I'd hear my father. He would mourn on his own terms to himself.