Jack had finally put on the oversized jacket and pants. He looked at SINGER and asked how he looked. First SINGER couldnt stop laughing because jack was wearing heart shaped boxers like anthony bellarosa. Two hardcore criminals were wearing heart shaped boxers. The funniest thing he has seen.

SINGER...What are you laughing at?

Jack was confused so SINGER decided to answer while they were putting him in the cuffs.

Brother you are wearing heartshaped boxers just like anthony bellarosa. Second you are way to small to be wearing that parachute of a jacket. It looks like you are drowning in clothes.

SINGER kept laughing it was hard to stop.

C walked out of the suit store wearing a fresh grey lawyer suit, he was carrying a briefcase in one hand and had a cane in the other to take the weight of his leg. He made his way over to the crowd of police outside the bank

Can anyone gimme a ride to the station, I got a client waitin 

A cop opened his door and signaled Calogero to get in, C walked over and nodded in 'appreciation' as he entered the vehicle. After a short drive, C was standing outside the station thinking what the hell he was going to say when he got inside ...

Inching their ways closer to the place were the money was being held they first had to walk past all the prisoners. It was almost like the prisoners knew the mobsters. They were shouting the mobsters names in cheers. It was getting nerve racking. The guards started becoming a little more suspicious. In the far right corner cell right before they found the money SINGER saw a man sitting in there alone reading some kind of a book. SINGER looked intently on and realized who the man was.

Leviathan that's Faceman in there the Don to Laquenta. You got to get him out of their brother.

The imitation guards kept pushing the mobsters into the back room until finally the warden wanted them to sit in this private room to talk with all of them at the same time.

We wont talk till you get a lawyer for us.

The warden laughed and spit at the mobsters. Who was he to listen to the mobsters, he was the warden of a fine prison. There was no way he would get a lawyer.

Its our right to have a lawyer sir. Now please be a little more American and go fetch us a lawyer.

The warden rang up someone from the front desk. It looks like a lawyer was on the way. Meanwhile The Leviathan had gotten Faceman out of his cell before any of the guards took notice. Faceman was filled in with what was going on. The two Right hand men were now walking in the prison together to take the next step of action.

Well it was not first time for Lobo to be seated in this room, but it was first time he was here voluntarily. Cuffs and all, he chuckled which earned him dark look from the warden. All things said SINGER sure knew how to threw hell of a party

Calogero was trying to get to the cell block unnoticed when suddenly a high ranking cop grabbed him by the arm

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm a lawyer, for a Mister ... eh ..."

"You look a little young to be a lawyer"

"I started school early, and skipped a grade. I just passed the bar..."

"Yeah yeah, I dont need your life story. Come'on"

The warden walked off and signaled for C to follow, he lead C to the cell block where SINGER, Lobo and a few others from the heist were sitting

"You want a lawyer, heres your freakin lawyer." He began to mumble and walk away "Fuckin criminals...I just dont know anymore"

C waited until he was out of sight then turned to SINGER

"You guys got yourself in some real deep shit"

He looked around the room  and suddenly his face lit up 

"I have an idea"

He opened his briefcase and took out some paper and a pen then began to write. He got up and walked out to the cell guard

"Who's in charge here?" The guard looked around the corner into the offices and pointed out a man wearing a brown suit "Him right there sir" C smiled and walked up to the man

"I am here on behalf of the mayor who has told me to tell you that these men are operating under his rules on behalf of the city. I have a letter here from him.."

"Gimme that" The warden grabbed the page and glanced over the writing "These men killed Doyle.." he was interrupted by Calogero "But can you prove that? How do you know it was definitaly the men that you have locked in that cell?" The warden was baffled "Well we don't at this stage its just a matter of ..." he was again interrupted "Then you have no grounds or right to keep them here, and as stated by the L.A law you must let them go..." Calogero stood with a straight face staring at the warden. He had no idea if the law actually stated that, he didn't even know the mayors name but the Warden looked gullible 

SINGER and the others begin to march on out of the wardens office thanks to Calogero. The warden had believed that Bellarosa and Petrov were actually cops so he let them escort the others out of the room. When they had finally exited the room SINGER had saw the room where the cash was hidden. SINGER pointed and told the others.

Theres the cash guys.

Immediately the two dressed as police walked into the room and took the bags of cash. Everyone was trying not to laugh at how amazing this was turning out to be. Finally they got to the front door of the prison.

Well everyone, its been quite a night for all of us. We all knew the risks when we signed up for this job and thankfully no one participating was hurt or maimed in the procress; except of course the Doyle gang, but they had it coming!

Timothy grins wide from ear to ear and opens up one of the bags of dough. He begins to pass the money to his fellow gang members equally, they all earned a fair share in this epic caper.

This was a great job, well executed by all, and I for one am honored to have worked with each and every one of you. Should the call for a big undertaking such as this arise again, I hope that we can all stay in touch and work together like we have here today.

Bellarosa takes his cut, he can't stop smiling. Money makes him happy. Especially lots of it.

"Great job Singer. Great job everyone." He goes around and shakes everyone's hand.

"I hope to work with all of you again soon." Bellarosa then walks out to his waiting car.

SINGER smiles and looks on. With the men and women who have helped him in this process he certainly has felt more than blessed. He shakes the hand of those he had met for the first time and hugs those he has known for a while. It was a bittersweet feeling to know that it has come to an end. However anymore drama in this life would certainly get one caught. SINGER looked behind him as he continued to walk from the prison. Anthony_Bellarosa began to hand him the money that was his.

No thanks boss. You can have that.

It started out with just a few people and grew to this national mob takeover with at least one mobster from every city. It started as a bank job it lead to the destruction of the doyle gang then the escape from prison. There was no greater feeling to know that everyone had made it out alive. SINGER couldnt help but smile. There was one person that had heard about this complete take down that SINGER was thrilled to know they heared the story.

Hey everyone heres a letter for all of you. Its a thankyou note i wrote. God bless you all i do hope maybe one day i have the ability to work with all of you again soon.

SINGER hops in the car with Anthony_Bellarosa and smiles waving goodbye to all the mobsters.

Dear Friends,

I was asked by a great friend if i had bribed all these great mobsters to come together to do this great heist. This was not the case. I was extremely fortunate to have great members of this thing of ours to take the time to jump in. To my fellow Mobsters you are all amazing. We couldnt have taken out the DOYLE gang without every single one of you there present. We couldnt have gotten out of that prison without the help of everyone. Finally we would not have gotten that cash if every single one of us was not there. I had a great time with all of you and i look forward to seeing all of you prosper. One day maybe we can do this again. I have to say in closing that this was not SINGERS heist, rather this was our heist! I mean if the cops bust me down we all should go down right?

Regards,

SINGER the nicest mobster ever.