Frankie sat in his newly purchased and upgraded BSA Sports Tourer. This baby could go from 0-100 miles in seconds and have no issues running from the slow vehicles used by the police. It was dark black and he cherished it with his life. One of his favorite possessions he has purchased in the last year for sure. He took it from the car shop and then back into his garage in his mansion. He parked it as careful as he could and then grabbed his other car sitting next to his baby. It was a black Ford Model 18 V8, the standard vehicle for most mobsters of the time. It was killing car and he needed to do some killing so it was his only choice. He was teaching one of the new kids the ropes on these streets, his name was Richard-Russo newest associate of the family. Frankie saw a little of him in the man and he kinda took it under himself to make sure this man makes some money. I pulled up to his apartment and he jumped into the passenger seat. I offered him up a smoke.

I told him we are going to the local funeral parlor. We needed to talk to the man who ran the operation there, Frankie started to invest in doing funerals for people and he made a quick buck from it. He also used the hurses to smuggle coke and other drugs completely undetected. Nobody expects it even the cops. Richard just needed to talk to one of the drivers, Frankie does not trust him he might be wearing a wire. So Richard needs to find out 100% if he does and if so handle the situation immediately. 

Any questions Richard? Frankie looks in the back passenger seat for something and hands Richard a Colt M1911A1 with no numbers, meaning it is completely untraceable. 

Russo was waiting in his apartment for his new guide to arrive. The day full of drugs women and booze work was about to start, and he could not be more happy. He already decided to begin the day with some rum and Russo was in the pocket! He fell in with the South Side Syndicate recently, and being the new addition FrankieFerrantino decided to show him the ropes.

  He looked out his window after he heard a car pull up with a stupid smile plastered on his face. It was Frankie, and he was driving one bitching car! Richie shrugged a jacket on and rushed out to meet him. He lit up the cigarette that was offered to him and smiled. 

 After listening to Frankie's plan, Richard nodded and took the gun. investigate the driver and dispose of him if he is a rat. Sounds easy enough. Richie stuffed the gun in his jacket pocket and leaned into his seat. His first crew job, he cannot fuck this up.

Frankie let the kid out of the car and drove away. He hoped the kid would perform well here and he did not have to do it himself as he has done in the past. This was also in his mind if Frankie would take the time out of his day's of hustling on the streets and help the kid out. He drove away and parked at a local cafe waiting for Richard to complete his job. It was a easy enough job, but did not need to get violent unless necessary. Frankie gingerly got out of his car and placed his cigar in his mouth as he closed the door beheind him. He smoked it and dropped the remnants of his smoke on the sidewalk. He walked into the cafe and found a open booth too sit in. The waitress came over and she was a younger woman probably in her early 20's. She had blonde hair, which is his favorite kind of snack. He ordered some coffee and a sandwich. He followed the ass of the waitress as she turned around and walked back to beheind the counter. He smiled and looked away. He grabbed a newspaper and sat back down in the booth to read it. He read the headlines and then saw the waitress coming back with the food. He could smell the sandwich and the fries as she approached his booth. 

She brought it down to the table and dropped it infront of him. She smiled and asked Frankie if he wanted anything else. Frankie answers with "Yes please another cup of coffee and then some of you for dessert." Frankie was up front and be knew it. She blushed and then grabbed the cup from the table. She went beheind the counter and Frankie could see her mingling with a bunch of her fellow employees who were mostly girls. She came back with my coffee mug completely full and then handed me a piece of paper underneath it. She seemed to be hiding it and he smiled. He took the mug off the table and brought it to his lips. He then grabbed the little slip of paper and he read it. "Meet me after my shift, I have some desert I could give you." My eyes shot open and I smiled. I finished my meal and put down the coffee. I went up to the counter and asked her to come over to take my money for the meal. Frankie then asked when she got off. She answered in five minutes. So Frankie waited for her at his booth. She came over and she was wearing her normal everyday clothes. She again blushed and I brought her back into my car. Frankie pulled down a alley and then parked the car in the middle. She jumped on my lap and I lowered my seat.

15 MINUTES LATER

Frankie got up and the waitress went back into her seat. She started to readjust her makeup and her hair. I readjusted my suit pants and put my belt back on. Frankie then puts a line down and snorted it all up into my nose. She refused to do it and wanted a smoke though. He handed her my cigar and she took a couple puffs. I told her to get out and I drove out of the alley. 

Frankie wonders how Richard is doing.

Russo palms the gun in his pocket, invisible to onlookers. He looked around until he found the driver he was supposed to be meeting and hopped into the passenger seat of his car. He put on his best smile and introduced himself. 

"People call me Russo. Pleased to meet ya! I'm a new partner in that agreement. You know the one. So I thought we should meet!"

The conversation continutued seemingly without a hitch, but Richard could feel the tension in the mans tone. Something was off.

"Hey man, can you pull over right here? Needa take a leak in the alley."

The driver eyed Russo suspiciously and pulled over, trying to play it cool. Richard took the keys and pulled his gun out, commanding the driver to get out of the car. Richard dragged him into the alley and forcefully searched all his belongings for a wire. He found nothing. 

 Richard moved to search the car next, again finding nothing. 

 "Shit, sorry about that man, you were acting suspicious. Can't be too careful, you know?"

The nervous driver muttered apologies and scrambled back to his car. Russo decided he'd walk to meet up with Frankie, the driver checks out.

About 30 mins later, at the diner

Richard finally arrived at the diner, after the poor decision to walk. He quickly spotted Frankie's car pull out of the alleyway beside the diner, and disheveled woman walking quickly away from the car. Stifling a laugh, Russo waved down Frankie and hopped into the passenger seat.

"Looks like you had a tasty meal at the diner. Hah! Oh, and the driver checks out for me. He shouldnt be a rat."

"Okay good I don't like to kill people if we don't have too, it's bad business." Frankie drives down the street and pulls down a hill to a under the freeway section of the freeway. He pulls the car into park and takes out his Magnum and puts it in his hand. He then begins to talk, "Now Richard you have potential but I need you to listen carefully to me. I want to see you made, I see a little of you in me.. There is a dirty but quick way too make your way up in this world. You have to kill for your button. That makes you get noticed. So I am going to contact you again and you will need to put someone down permanently." 

Frankie then continues with his speech. "I need a small team for the job and you will be part of this job. Future instructions will be told to you." Frankie then reaches in his pocket and then pulls out his black wallet. He then searches for some money. He hands him ten hundred dollar bills and then puts his wallet back in his wallet. "That's for the taxi ride and a little bit for the job. The next one will be making that look like chump change, don't worry." I reach over and open Richard's door and Richard gets out of the car. I drove back up the hill and out from under the freeway. I drive all the way back to my mansion and park in my garage. 

You may be wondering why I left him there but he has to earn my respect before i EVEN ALLOW him too get dropped off by me. It's just how I roll, you don't have respect you earn it. I have nothing against him, hell he seems to be someone I would hang with and get high with. I go to my bed and lay down in my bed. Damn what a day.