Continued From: TheDean; Our Bromance PRT1


After my father had met with Mickey, Frankie still had everything to prove, a good word from the RH was one thing, but now he had to live up to all the high praises and respectful words from Hypno.

Following the events of the morning, Frankie was already hard at work, doing his drug runs, robbing old grannies as they drew out their pensions out from the local post office and with that, killing two birds with one stone and robbing the post office while he was there, it was a very big time saver than having to go back later to do it.

Things started so slow, it seemed like forever for Frankie to earn his first $100,000, from petty crime to small drug runs with a mere 5 units storage space in his jacket that was far too small for him, he needed something better, a better jacket with a bigger storage capacity, but he knew the only way to get one, was for a nice little promotion which would give him the money to get one.
It didn't really take long for Frankie to get Goomba, I believe it was the next day, but I could be wrong, my fathers hand writing was very dodgy and very hard to read.

After making Goomba, Frankie swiftly made his mark under the MickeyRourke family, earning large amounts of money doing countless runs during the day and he rapidly received his promotions throughout the coming weeks.

Mickey was always a busy man, my father didn't really have much contact with him in the streets, but in the coffee shops it was amazing, my father mentions his mouth becoming incredibly dry whenever he would walk into the room, he doesn't quite know why, it was a fear thing, they both had a pretty good relationship, I suppose my father knew that although they were on very good terms, Mickey was still his boss and should never forget how to address such a person whatever the relationship was.

After many conversations with Mickey, he promoted my father to Made Man, WOW!, Made Man in a family so big and respected?, my father was delighted with the news and was very quick to shake the hand of MickeyRourke.
It was the same day, Frankie spoke with Mickey regarding the opening of new jobs within the HQ and a job came up that caught his eye, the job of an SCO (Sub-Crew officer) and my father was quick to apply.
After an intense interview, making it clear to Mickey that he didn't want the job for the title, but because he felt it was a respectable and loyal job of the family and felt that he would benefit from it a lot in the future, a small taste of leadership.

Frankie got the job, acing the interviewing with flying colours like a rainbow in the sky, the smile on my fathers face was sharp enough to cut through steel.
Days went by, Frankie doing what he loved most, leading, even if it was just six or seven sub-crew leaders, but it was a job which he loved.

Everything was going great, the family was wealthy, Mickey was well protected and everyone was getting along ..
But then, a fateful night was about to bring the dreams crashing down.

MickeyRourke, actively hunting a lazy Mafioso who was seen sleeping in Detroit ..



To be continued ..