He drove around the streets as he read the journals of his ancestors. Osiris could see that his lineage was loyal, hardworking, and determined to make an effort in this world. Looking around, he could see the streets with homeless mobsters. Some bodies haven't moved for weeks, so it was a wonder if some of those people were even alive.

Flipping back through the pages of his family journal, he noticed that not many of his ancestors attempted to make an impact on the community. Although there were times his family would come out and make speeches, there were never any major actions that would make them stand out from the other mobsters.

"Can you pass me a water, please? And how long until we get to the airport?"

Osiris kindly accepted the water from his bodyguard who also answered his question stating the airport is about an hour away.

The sky looks beautiful, Osiris thought, as he gazed while sipping his water. He looked back at the family journal and decided to read some more.

Osiris loved his ancestors. They were the reasons why he decided to live a life of crime himself. But, he knew he had to do more. Although his family was loved, they never reached a status where they were respected by the community. Maybe it was time to step up? Osiris was an entrepreneur with ambitions and wanted to work his way up like the Dons and Godfathers before him. They were role models to him, and he wanted to be just like them.

"But where do I start?" he thought to himself.

His recent need for a suit may have sparked some interest in the community. He also thought about how he managed to lure some outsiders into the lands so the community can take care of them. His mind began to race as he considered other ways to engage the community and become known among his peers.

The car finally arrived at the airport. It was time for another business trip, but Osiris would begin to contemplate on how to contribute more to his community. He wanted to become a well-known and respected mobster. He wanted to be the first in his family line to do something great in this world. He had something to prove. Not to the other mafiosos, but to himself.