As mid day fast approached. Tiny_Tim was sitting at a booth in Eisenberg's Sandwich Shop in Brooklyn waiting for his friends to arrive. As he watched the door in walked StaleDonuts. StaleDonuts looked around and receives a nod from the cook towards the back of restaurant. He moves back and greets Tiny_Tim just as Kes enters the restaurant. As the three of them sit down and grab their glasses for a drink Tiny_Tim sees the cook slowly walk to the door and turn the sign around to CLOSED as he locks the door.

Tiny_Tim quickly reaches to his gun when he hears the familiar clicking of a hammer being cocked near him.

“You are getting slow old man.” That voice. Tiny_Tim relaxed a bit and laughed.

“No MustachePete it is not I that’s slow it’s you.” The same familiar clicking of the hammer could be heard as MustachePete feels the cold steel tap him on the head. He realized that he had been had and Tiny_Tim had some backup.

“Are we done with the games now Gentlemen?”  MushachePete turned around to see the Philly Godmother behind him holding her revolver. When ConstanceBonacieux speaks its like your mom scolding you. MustachePete put his gun down and sat down. Everyone wanted to laugh but Constance didn’t seem amused.

“You boys are gonna end up shooting each other one of these days if you continue to mess around. Now let’s get down to business. NY needs you guys. Your fathers before you brought peace and prosperity to this world. What did they teach you? What can you do to help make this world a better place for our family’s?”

Tiny_Tim spoke for the group.

“Godmother Constance. It is true that our fathers brought forth a United Nations of Family’s. From LA to NY the Mafia worked together to move the illegal drugs around the country, picked the upper classes pockets of countless jewels and cash, and cleared out the undesirable of all kinds. But during all that we held fast to our roots of respect to each other. We hold to the code of OMERTA and we always put our family first. A wise old man once told me that without your family your no one. We have ingrained this wisdom in who we are and what we do. When called on we aide our family members in whatever they need. When the cops shake us down we get right back up. We our friends from other cities need our help we are there. We will run to their aide as they will to ours. Through all this we will grow, live, and laugh. We are Mafia.”

Constance looked over the group assembled. No one can ever tell if she was happy or ready to kill you. A great poker face is what MustachePete once said.

“Very well Tiny_Tim.” Constance stood up from the table. Everyone else did as well. “I give you Brooklyn, The heart of NY. Bring the family you have, go forth and grow your family with new blood, and most of all Unite the Nations once again.” With those last words Constance departed leaving Tiny_Tim and his closest friends to rebuild the Big City.

“Gentlemen, Let us begin.”

After turning the sign around APerfectCircle took off his chefs hat and set it on the counter, he then began to move over to the corner of the room and sit down. Next to him was a bottle of aged whiskey which he used regularly in making his sauces. Though now he was ready to unwind and watch one of the most memorable moments in his life. 

When all was said and done APerfectCircle pushed himself to his feet, took another swig of whiskey from the bottle and held it in the air for he knew his graft as a full time chef was no more, he now got the chance to make something more of himself and be a part of a family that truly meant something once and will do again. 

Stale nods to APerfectCircle and to Tiny_Tim as well to the other members

APC, my friend, glad to have you moving up in the ranks, but I may ask every now and again for you to bless us again with your authentic bolognese sauce. We promise a much better reward.

Boss, what ever you need sir, I am here to help in what ever fashion I can. Except cleaning up after Kes when hes been drinking. I am getting tired of doing that.

He grabs a glass and motions to APC for a lick of the whiskey, he slides another over for the Boss

After everyone left Pete decided to pull out his journal that is kept in a safe in a small broom closet in the back. He takes the journal and a cup of coffee and sits back down at the table alone. He opens the journal and goes to a section where his grandfather wrote down his thoughts on Family and what it truly means.

FAMILY - posted by UncleNicky

Family is not a crew

Family is not a group of your buddies

Family is not all the top leaders in a sit down

All of these groups will bring you down when things heat up. They WILL run for cover and forget you.

Family is special.  For most of the people it's hard to define. Most throw the word around not even considering what they are talking about. It gets thrown around way more than anything else in this world but by doing so it weakens its meaning.  So, what is a Family?

To me Family is that thug struggling in the street. Stealing a wallet, grabbing some loose cash he finds at the bank, picking up a few pennies at the local post office. He is a good kid that is trying to bring home some crumbs to help feed his wife and kids. He is hard working average Joe that can't hang on much longer and yearns for a day when his wife wouldn't cry because of how poor they are.

That thug just wants something more in life. He needs a break. Just 1 chance to prove he could be somebody. He is willing to give his own life just to make sure his kids won't have to do the things he has done. If he were ever to get out of the mess he is in he would be unbelievably grateful.

I wouldn't ask him for his life if I picked him up out the gutter he is in. I wouldn't ask him to swear to me he would be loyal by giving him a job. I don't want any promises from him at all. 

What I, as a leader would want this thug to know is that my own life is no more important than his. My suits, my vast wealth, my many friends, my huge HQ and all my limos I would throw them out to make sure he is safe. I would promise him that I will protect him from any dangers that come his way. He would always know that no matter what kind of jam he gets himself into he can turn to me and count on me to make it right. I wouldn't judge or berate him for getting the mess he did but rather I would assure him that there is nothing to worry about while I am still alive.

This is the type of man that if ever shot and killed by a rival crew I wouldn't simply take revenge and call it a day.

I would kill 10 members of that crew for that thug, I would make them hurt 10x what I am feeling. I make them attend 10 funerals.

When people like this thug know deep deep down in their very soul how I feel about them everything else will fall into place.

I can only hope I find more men and women like this thug because he IS my Family.

1041 It's not just a number it's about Family

Pete closes the book and is satisfied that his brother Tiny Tim Knows all this as well and he has read these words from the journal  for himself After all it his Grandfather who that thug was spoke about in the book, JimmyT

Congratz!!!

Family First Bro