i love my family, at least my crime family real not so much. first dad i was told was loving, l don't know he died when i was 3, second dad i knew well even before i killed him. lived with him till i was 16 till he had a tragic accident a car ran over him while he was drunk, it seamed like it was a push to everyone but the detectives never found out. i will give you a hint on who pushed him it was me. why? you might ask. it was a simple choice he was an asshole i worked in factories to get some cash for myself but the price for me to live with my mom, the tax kept on going up i could not keep up with it and i left. but him? he couldn't make rent so he did a stupid thing. what is this thing you are talking about jackie? you might agen ask. well he borrowed from, you guessed it, the mob. at this time i joined the mob, i was tired of the factories 

a few months later my step dad could not make payments. i was assigned to get him to make the payments by paper or by blood. i brought him to a mob bar and i could tell he did not have a paper payment plan so i got him a drugged drink, you know one beer is not too much to a heavy dude like he was so he downed the drink and a few non drugged ones and we went for a walk to discuss payment plans and it was a nice foggy evening here in seattle i see a car headlight coming and you know the rest of the story.

as soon as you post you notice all the mistakes!