"Hey, is this seat occupied?" said the young man to Ishmael.

"No, go ahead. I could use the company." said Ishmael.

"It sure looks like it. You're just sitting here, doing nothing." said the youngster.

"I'm getting old kid. At my age, you need something like this, a place where you can go and just lose yourself. When I sit here, I have no troubles, no responsibilities, not a care in the world. It keeps me sane." said Ishmael.

"Sounds like you got a lot on your plate. What is it? The job? The wife?" asked the young man.

"The life. It wears on you after time." said Ishmael.

"What life?" asked the young man.

"Oh come on. Don't act stupid with me. I saw you charm the wallet out of that lady. By the way, don't bother. I don't keep cash on me." said Ishmael.

Panic set in the young man's eyes.

"Don't worry. We all need to make a living somehow." said Ishmael.

"Who are you?" questioned the young man.

"Until a few hours ago I was just another old man living in the young man's world of crime. Things are a bit different now.

"How so?" said the concerned young man.

"Now. Now, I'm an old man with a city in the palm of his hands." said Ishmael as he rubbed at some dry blood on his hands.

He rose from the bench and looked around. The park was a lot more quiet than usual. Maybe the word had gotten around about the shift in power. The people probably didn't know what was to come and were scared to venture out into the streets in fear of getting caught in between a bout of violence. I should put the city and the other families at ease thought Ishmael. He took in a deep breath before departing to a waiting celebration at The Drunken Bastard.

A packed house, at least for The Drunken Bastard. The start of the current iteration of Los Angeles. Here is where Ishmael gained a foothold in LA. Here is where he worked and allied with others. Here is where he made the tough decisions in the name of the greater good and here is where he gathered members of his crew, Los Angeles officials, prominent businessmen, and representatives from some of other the cities. Ishmael grabbed himself a glass and raised before clearing his throat.

"Ladies and gentleman, I will make this quick since this is far from my forte. I would first like the thank the people that made this journey worth it, The Broken Men. To those here and to those that gave their life you will all have my eternal gratitude. Before moving on, I want to give special thanks to Armin. We would not have gotten this far without you my friend; this is as much yours as it is mine and I looked forward to seeing you give this same speech one day. I want to affirm to the people of Los Angeles in attendance that business will continue, as usual, our sole focus is the same as yours; by the time I depart this world this city will return to its former glory. Lastly, to our friends outside of LA here tonight, I thank you for showing your support by being here this night. I look forward to our continued cooperation in matters of business. I want you all to enjoy yourselves tonight, enjoy yourselves to the point that you barely remember a fucking word I said."

To my health. To The Broken Men. To Los Angeles!

Armin was one of many participants awaiting for Ishmael to show up so the celebration could actually begin. He was suppose to be here half an hour ago. Armin didn't let his mind wonder for the worst, perhaps Ishmael was just basking in the glory of taking out the previous Godfather.

Just a few moments later Ishmael finally appeared. We cheered him on as he made his way through. Once his speech was delivered, I took it upon myself to say a few words of gratitude. 

"Godfather Chairman Ishmael, this is truly a proud day for Los Angeles. Who would've seen it coming given the start you were given? Against the odds, you've accomplished one achievement after another. Armin pauses for a moment to raise his glass. "May we continue with peace and prosperity."

Armin takes a seat after speaking his piece and enjoys the rest of the ceremony.

DoorMatt raises his glass to Armins toast.

Although he is way in the back of the bar watching and learning. DoorMAtt learned a long time ago to enjoy the parties that are thrown in others behalf's. Because you never know who you may rub elbows with that may be able to help you in the future.

With a new God Father in LA things will now start to take shape and he is ready for the challenge.

Congratulations....he raises is glass a little higher

Zatice Stands behind his new crew and raises a glass to the newly promoted Godfather-Chairman.

"congrats to Ishmael," Everyone raised their glass for a toast. Zatice knew the toast would just be the start of the night. There would be a Long night of fun ahead.

Zatice Continued to listen as Ishmael continued his speech, thanking all those that helped him get to this point, then later on as Armin stood up and spoke about the Godfather-Chairman. There was an excitement in the air tonight, great things and a time of prosperity and growth ahead for Los Angeles.

As the night grew longer, Zatice waited to have a word with the new Godfather-Chairman. After some time he stepped out for a cigar, a special one that had been saved and handed out by Godfather Ishmael to everyone at the party tonight. As he stepped outside he noticed both Godfather Ishmael and Don Armin stepping out of the building.

"Congrats on taking over Godfather-Chairman Ishmael, it has been a long time coming and you deserve to be the one who takes it tonight."