Video sat in his room. His journal lay open. He knew one day he would have a grandchild who would read this and he thought to himself why not begin filling this with things to be read and enjoyed. Like a superhero or some sort of fantastic things. He sat at his table and began to write. 

I wish to write to you things i have done in this life. Fantastic events that have been performed and not so great things that I have done. I do not want you to grow up thinking i was someone i was not. Rather, i wish you to know all of who i ever was. With that, this is my journal. It is filled with things that may be hard to read so if you ever feel the desire to not read it, i would not be offended in the slightest. 

It will be filled with entries of murder. It will be filled with my auth story and how i got a crew. It will be filled with my thoughts on Loyalty and Honor. It will be filled with memories of friends. It will be filled about me. I want to share it with you one so you may be find some sort of entertainment but also that you may be informed. 

This world is a cruel world. Life is filled with many instances of betrayal and hurt here. Yet generation after generation our family line has come back to participate in this world. What should you do with this information? Well that is entirely up to you. You can go forward and live your life in the world, working a regular 9-5 job barely making ends meet. Its honorable to a point. Or you can do what i have done. Step out and live a life you have always wanted. 

Whatever the case i hope this inspires you to be more. To do more. To live more. When you read this you will always be able to see me as I saw me. When you read this you will know me as I know me. So i hope you enjoy it my child. I hope you enjoy the writings i will give you. 

I am no role model. I am no great person. What is going to be presented over the next month is going to be filled with pure vulnerability. I encourage you to not despair or grow in hate but to know I am a human and imperfect. This is no excuse for my failures but this is going to prove helpful for you as you go forward flipping page by page. 

At the top of each page you will see the topic at hand. The very first topic my child will be about how I murdered a popular Mayor. 

Finally, you may ask where does Omerta fit in with this. How can i share such things. I would like to say I will never reveal incriminating evidence on any of my friends. 

Sincerely, 

Video

Video closed his journal over. He looked it up and down and decided to share his first story with his future reader about the hit on Mayor Squito. As he reopened his journal to begin writing fear crept across his body. The thought of law enforcement ever finding out it was him did scare him but he believed it was something he needed to share with his future child. 

Chapter 1.

A Mafia Hit on Mayor Squito 

His heart raced. It was a quarter past midnight and the world was quiet. At least most of the world. About twenty yards away you could hear the screams of a crowd of people gathered around the lifeless body of a former friend. He was shot in point blank in the back of his head. The crowds were yelling for help and people were sobbing. The lifeless body was of someone of some importance, at least to them. 

Video saw this opportunity to make his escape. He threw his snub nose in the river and got in his car. The key turned over and the engine roared. The sirens from the ambulance could be heard so he turned up the music. As he decided to drive away a brief commercial came over the radio. 

We interrupt your regular programming to inform you that Mayor Squito has been shot. This story is still developing and we will bring you further information once...

He changed the station. A more hip beat was something he preferred to listen to anyhow. His car came to a stop light where the crowd was just across the street. He continued to drive when a young woman began to point and scream at Video. 

Thats him! Thats the man who shot Mayor Squito. 

Video slammed on the Gas Pedal and the car raced down. If he did not look guilty from this one woman identifying him he certainly did by the act of speeding away when she called him out. Mob members were not supposed to kill politicians or law enforcement. This was something that was not only frowned upon but could result in heavy repercussions. 

As the car zoomed down Video started having flashbacks of his first ordered hit. A hit in mafia terms was a contract to be carried out or in other words a murder to be performed. He remembered his nerves pushing his blood through his veins. Perhaps it was due to this similar feeling with nerves that he had this flashback. Video turned the music louder to drown out his own thoughts. He knew what he did was important. He knew this act had to be performed. 

Suddenly, in the rearview mirror he could see two police cars chasing after his car. He weaved in and out of traffic as they continued to chase him. One of the cop cars was closing in quite quickly. The police officer in the passenger seat leaned out of his window and in his hands was a shotgun. It looked as big as a tree. He fired once and the bullets hit the back of the car. He fired a second time and hit the back tire. 

Video lost control of his vehicle. Immediately the steering jerked him off the road and he collided into a tree in the ditch. The cops pulled over on the side of the road and started to make their way down. They could see the car lights and exhaust and the sound of the horn going off was audibly leading as well. 

Video dazed and still alarmed saw the police about twenty yards away making their way down to him. He leaned out the passenger window and crawled through the forest. He continued to crawl until the cops got to the car Video was driving. 

He is not in here! He must be in hiding out here. Hit your flashlights and shoot on sight. 

They certainly werent going to take any chances. If a man was willing to kill a mayor what would stop him from going further and killing law enforcement as well. Video leaned his body up against a tree. His breathing was heavy and his leg felt broken. He muscled his way to another tree and continued. The cops luckily were going in another direction while Video was able to make his way back up to the highway. 

Video entered one of the police cars and slowly began to drive away. The police man saw the lights of one of their cars moving away and by the time they realized it was too late. They started to run to the other cop car but by the time they got to it Video was a mile ahead of them. 

He overheard the dispatch calling units to the location of where Video was headed. Video decided to get on the microphone as well and explain to them why he did what he did. 

Mayor Squito was a disgusting man who ordered three men to be killed. Men who stood up to him and opposed his views on the work force. He forced men to work long hours to earn a decent paycheck and get minimal health coverage. With that in mind, he had to be eliminated.

With that a voice shouted back demanding Video reveal who he was. They asked a name and silence was left. Several weeks later a new mayor was brought in. This person ended up working much closer with the Mob. He had a flow about him unlike many others. He cared for people to be treated fairly. 

They never did identify Video. They couldn't have figured out who he was. The night it all went down there was too much covering his face. His leg turned out to be fine and it was only bruised from the impact. He did get a slight concussion but nothing too serious. Law enforcement had always felt like they failed the day Mayor Squito died. 

Chapter 2. 

A short view on loyalty

What is Loyalty? There are levels to loyalty. There is a different way to stand for those in your life. Loyalty to different people means different things. If loyalty means to you one thing you can most certainly guarantee that it means something entirely different to the person next to you. How do you reconcile this then if you feel loyalty to one person and that is not reciprocated? When does loyalty end and what limits should you place on your loyalty to another human? As i go forward and share my thoughts on this i hope you do not expect this to be a one answer for all cases. It is also not how all people view loyalty but rather how i view loyalty. 

First let me say there are four famous ways for you to be loyal: Take a Bullet, Loyal, Disloyal, Undecided. Out of the four ways i just mentioned you will at some point have to make a choice on your stance of loyalty with your crew leader. Are you loyal to the point of taking a bullet for them? Your grandfather did just that for the former Godfather of New York. Are you loyal but only until your life is risked then loyalty fades? Are you disloyal and look to attack your leader or want to see their downfall? Or are you unsure about your thoughts? 

My child, let me say simply that i do not believe you should follow a leader if you aren't willing to take a bullet for them. If you are following someone that you don't hold loyalty for why are you following them? Always follow someone you would be willing to give your life for. 

I believe loyalty must always be earned. It should never just be assumed by your leader. This then dictates how they will both lead you and how you will follow them. Some view loyalty should be immediately be given, the reasoning is because you are being housed and protected by them. I disagree with this philosophy. I believe there are other many crews who would house and protect a member so that in itself does not warrant loyalty. What warrants loyalty then is relationship and sacrifice. When leaders or your friends are sacrificial for you or make a relationship with you feel prioritized loyalty begins to blossom. 

Being loyal is in essence willing the good for another person. When you are loyal to your friend you should want to see them grow to become the best version of themselves. With that being stated when you are loyal to a friend and you know they are not doing well for themselves your loyalty must pull you beyond yourself to reach out and care for them. 

Being loyal does not mean you are a slave. Never confuse loyalty with slavery. You serve those whom you are loyal to. If you feel treated unfairly and forced to do things that are not okay you need to speak out. One of your great grandfathers was quite talented in many facets and his crew leader forced him to do many things that they should have been doing. The godmother got wind of the issue and ordered him to be safely brought into her crew. 

When you are loyal to your family and to your crew leader you must be willing to reach beyond yourself and give of yourself to your organization. This means if a rogue enters your world or a war emerges how loyal are you to your crew and how loyal are you to your family? 

Overtime loyalty can fade. Unless it is maintained, like a tree without water, loyalty can whither away. That water for that plant of loyalty again is that connection between you and your leader. The idea here then is that both water and tree must be present. So if a leader is consistently reaching out and you are not receiving them Loyalty will not grow. Loyalty is built on relationship not on rankings. If your loyalty fades you must make a decision if that is okay with you or do you want your loyalty back to your leader or friends? Remember that it is always a two way street. 

Do not freely give your loyalty away. Along with your gun it is the best weapon you have. You should be loyal to those who are loyal to you. Second when you become a leader do not just assume your members are loyal to you, you must work for that. Treat them and care for them. Be proactive in working to obtain that gift of loyalty from every member who works with you. Never take it for granted.

Finally on loyalty there are many philosophies and my words here may not fully express all the best thoughts on loyalty so reach out. Learn more about what others think.

Chapter 3

Not everyone is your friend. 

Dear Child. Not everyone is your friend. Throughout your life what you will encounter are various types of people. Most will smile at you and few wont care to engage in conversation with you. When you start out in this world everyone will reach out to you and offer to help you get on your feet. Overtime you will realize many have gone away from you and do not connect as they used to. Some however will stay with you through the years. These are the diamonds the ones you keep very close. 

Some people only desire to use you. This type of friendship is called a utilitarian type of friendship. They treat you like an object. Once you have nothing to give they do not care for you any longer. Whether it be your money or your power or your street presence they will leach onto whatever you have. You can always figure these people out by the depth they speak to and with you. If they are shallow and reserved no that means their heart is also far from you. 

Some people genuinely care for you and give to you as if you were their actual brother or sister. These are the people you stay close to no matter what. Through the years they will be closer than your own family members. Sometimes these are the people who God has put in your life because you are the only one to speak to them in a moment of crisis. 

Always remember behind these suits there are real people, with real issues, living real lives. Never hurt anyone. Never disrespect someone. If they offend you let their own ignorance prove their downfall but not yourself. Hold yourself to a standard and don't ever let that falter. Some people are carrying heavier burdens than they care to express and they come here with their black ties and shoot away their problems. They may even shoot at you, but always keep it professional. 

Keep them at bay. Unless you know them, unless they have earned your trust & respect don't share your deepest thoughts with everyone. This world will eat you up and spit you out time and time again. Keep your inner circle small and do not fret about the expansion of that. 

Before i close this chapter i want to re-iterate the importance of you being authentic. Be genuine with everyone and with your friends don't wear a mask. Never forget the people who got you were you will go. They are the ones who spend hours and hours of their lives and for you. Be sacrificial, for me it was the biggest reward in all of my friendships. Be loyal to your friends and you will never be forgotten by them. 

I have made mistakes in friendship before and some haunt me regularly. There is an old saying that i would like to pass on to you. Make new friends but keep the old, the new one is silver but the other is gold. For me there has never been a higher truth in friendship than this. Keep them close to your heart. Keep them always in your mind. Reach out to them before they reach out to you and let them know you are thinking about them. 

Chapter 4

A violent wack back 

The following story is about taking precautions before you shoot your enemies. I for one did not take a precaution in this particular attempt. In fact i just bit the bullet and went for it. For that i suffered and almost died. I give to you, A violent wack back. 

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"Alright, go in the bar. He will be celebrating his promotion to made man. Hit him twice in the back of the head when he goes to the bathroom."

I looked almost confused so i asked a simple question. "How do you know he will go to the bathroom?" 

My sponsor stared at me. Looked away and scratched his head. "He is going to a bar drinking tons of fucking alcohol. Do you think he wont take a piss?" He looked back at our boss. "Sorry he is new to the ropes." Staring back at me shaking his head he continued on. "Okay so it is simple you go in and wait for him in the bathroom. When he goes in you take two shots at him and leave immediately after that. Capiche?" 

I took the gun and nodded. We went down into the district of Paradise. The new durden was going to be celebrating his made man rank in their. In the mafia to achieve this rank you often have to take out someone who has violated the family. The case of this specific man was just that. His name was Tom WankerBanker. Yes, unfortunate but thats what it was. I showed up, not entirely sure of what he looked like but my sponsor assured me i most certainly would. 

Everyone was dressed in a casual suits. Black and grey seemed to be their style. I fit right in, except i was way better looking. That should come as no surprise. Anyway, i stroll in and glance around. Mr. Wanker Banker had his hands in his pockets. Not entirely sure how drunk he was I decided to have a drink myself to calm my nerves. 

This was my mistake. 

I then allowed myself to walk into the restroom and sit in the stall. My lips started feeling a bit numb. My eyes felt like things were moving around. I tried to shake off the buzz but it kept getting worse. The drink was called moonshine, i never had it before but i figured it wouldnt be too bad. I have a drink once or twice a month so this would be fine, or so i thought. 

The sounds were getting loud and they were chanting Wanker Bankers name. He must have been downing a ton of alcohol. I readied my gun and walked out of the stall. I put it in the sink and began to wash my hands. The water flowed from my fingers onto the gun. I thought i would make it more realistic by adding soap. The gun, was now soapy and wet. I kept this going for a bit as i waited for him to show up. 

Finally Wanker Banker showed up. Alas he was not alone. He came in with a girl and they were kissing like crazy. He sat her down in the stall and she said something to him as he began to undo his belt. She got on her knees and began to help him. I grabbed the gun and put it to the side of Wankers head. 

Im fucking drunk.

I figured a whisper was a cool thing to do. I did not realize why i chose to say that specifically. I immediately pulled the trigger but nothing happened. Confused and stunned i pulled again and nothing. Wanker immediately threw a punch knocking me to the ground. His pants were at his ankles and the girl came crawling out of the stall screaming for help. Wanker stomped on me repeatedly in the corner of the bathroom. I tried to get up but felt so off balanced. I looked up and saw the window and my sponsor was glaring at me. A failed attempt. I managed to extend my hand out to him asking for help. Then his appearance disappeared from the window. 

The door opened up and three more durdens came rushing in. They saw me getting pummeled by wanker and decided to join in. I felt my ribs crack and my skull bashed against the tiled floor. Wanker still had his pants around his ankles. 

Screams were overheard outside of the bathroom. Everyone ceased. It sounded as if something dangerous began to happen like a violent murder. The screams penetrated our ears and my heart raced. The durdens opened the bathroom door. The bar was in flames. People were rushing out. My gun was no longer in my hands and Wanker had taken it when he left the bathroom. 

The woman crawling came over to me and lifted me up. She looked at me and recognized me when she said my name. I did not know who she was and i am fairly confident i had never seen her before. 

Gun shots from a tommy gun exploded through the windows. More screams. Louder screams. The tommy gun went off for what felt like thirty seconds. We crawled through the bar to escape. No one recognized me. Wanker got out of the bar and drove off. We continued to crawl until we finally reached an exit point. I looked around and in a black coupe rode my sponsor.

GET THE FUCK IN! 

He screamed at me as he threw me in the back seat. I looked back at the woman and due to my drunkenness decided to make a joke. Probably was not for the best but i still chose to say, 

Thats what she said. 

We drove to the headquarters. They drilled into me about the stupid choice about drinking before a wack attempt. I wont forget the mistake i had made and decided it was best to learn from it going forward in the future. I decide to share this story with you so you, in such a young age no never to drink and shoot. Terrible mistakes have happened that way and i am luckily to be standing still. 

Four hours later we showed up at the airport. The moonshine had not completely warn off but i was sober enough to pull the trigger. I got out the car and looked at Wanker pulled my gun out of my back pants and screamed out 

Wanker, Your name sucks.

I decided to shout that. Drew a lot of attention, more than needed. But, it was worth it. With that I shot my tommy gun and let him sink into the pavement. We sped off and to this day there remains a high price for anyone who has information on the man who killed WankerBanker Durden.