In the back room of a New York bar Charlie sat counting a haul from his most recent bank robbery. Suddenly a loud crashing sound followed by shouting echoed out from the bar, Charlie frantically stuffed the cash into a bag and stashed it behind a stack of barrels. He quickly reached for his pistol and dashed out front to see what all the commotion was. Greeted by the sight of two men with knives holding up the bar tender for cash Charlie raised his weapon toward the assailants but said nothing. The assailants recoiled in fear, shock and awe.

I went to Detroit to meet my friend Isacaron. We were running an errand for Godfather Roman. We had to assassinate some guy who was slurring his mouth around. When we arrived Isacaron knocked on the apartment door with me close behind. We waited, my patience drew thin. I kicked the door through and we both entered with a bang. The guy was high off his own supply so we picked him up and moved towards the window. After the count of three he was flying down towards the floor and hit it with a THUD! The job was done.

Marty was always underestimated; they never saw him coming…

In their eyes he was just a grunt, an earner, muscle to make sure a job went down without any upsets, but when they ordered the death of his Capo they didn't realize they'd ordered the death of his idol, his mentor, his friend…

They should have killed him too, because now, a year later, the family stood ripped apart by one man's vendetta.

The family stared shocked at the scene before them, the corpse of their boss lying in front of them with one word carved into his chest… "REDEMPTION"

The air was cold as it burned upon her skin. Yet, it couldn't compare to her hatred within. She was stuck in this life, stuck in this mafia world. Her brother murdered and herself finding refuge in the city of Chicago. Now a Don in this world her eyes were set on the goal, the goal of revenge. Her only dream of freedom shattered with her father's evil ways she was now returning to take back her happiness that he stole away. With her gun ready and holding it steady. She aimed it at his head, "Goodbye, father," She said.

Cornerboys, twelve to the dozen, everyones got drugs to sell, drugs and sellers are unlimited but prime location isnt. This creates conflict as the doperunners fight over these locations. This is where "organized crime" plays its staring role.

Organisation is the key, everyone has muscle and guns but its how you use it that makes a difference. Had there been no organisation bodies would pile up in the streets. Now us mafioso, we fucking shine at organisation, which makes us so damn good. We work in families, crews and hitsquads to efficiently protect the one and only important comodity, money!

I never expected someone so close to betray me. The clock struck midnight. I was running out of time; I had to stop him. I would do anything to stop him. I approached the house removing my gun from my waistband. My intentions were clear, my actions concise. I kicked open his bedroom door. No hesitation, no remorse. The deed was done. I walked down a dim alley way, and entered a lonely bar. I ordered two beers, one for me and one for my old friend. Sleep well brother, may the angels have mercy on you. I did not…

Times were hard now, it wasn't enough to bust your balls doing what the boss wanted, it was all about the money. Everywhere you looked there were robots running around doing crimes, crimes that should have been yours! Who'da thought it, eh? Being shown up in the weekly earning report by a damn junk of metal. Well, i'll show those tin cans who the real mafioso is around here!

In a fit of rage over his lack of earnings compared to these johnny-5's, Joe grabbed his gun and left, it was time to take matters into his own hands.....

The pleading look in his eyes had made no impression on them so he didn’t bother trying to reason with them, he knew there were no words that would make a difference.  He had known the rules just as well as the next guy, probably better.  When it comes to the family, trust is everything and how could they trust someone again once they knew that he’d been shooting his mouth off.  Sure it may have been just one time, but one time is still one too many.   He lowered his head and waited for the cold touch of steel….

The guys had just taken out the enemies boss. He was very hard to find, so when they got him, they were very excited. They went out to the club that night to celebrate. They made a bad choice by doing that. Turns out, that the bar they went to was owned by the enemy boss' crew. The bartender noticed them and then went toward the back to call in some back up. Their guys showed up shortly after and took them out. It only took a few minutes for several men's lives to end. It was easy for them.

Well, I took the shot. The boss went down without a hitch. He dug his own grave for years without knowing it. I can imagine the news - a crime boss living by the gun, and dying by the gun. Who would have guessed, right? And when it was over, all of the stress, the screaming phone calls, the constant demand for perfection - all of it - was gone. I knew what I was getting myself into, though. In hindsight, I probably would have done things differently, but I digress. You can't take your own life twice, can you?

They say your life flashes in front of your eyes when you die. That's not exactly true. I've died a few times, and the mob doctors keep pulling me back. So far I've never seen any past episodes of my life. So why this time, with the feeling of the bullet burning deep in my chest am I seeing images of my first Dog, my dad teaching me to ride a bike, Susie Macgregor the girl we all took turns humping in Mike Spinelli's basement. There's no one around, no approaching sirens, no one to help, just the deepening darkness...

Wake up in the morning and I think of pockets. Eating lunch at noon, I'm still thinking about pockets.. when I lay my head down at night, I dream of pockets. Some people like walking around shooting everything that moves.. I prefer getting my hands in the pockets of the important few. The insanely well protected ones. I stalk my prey for days on end and pounce when least expected. Oh the feeling I get when my hand easily slips in and I grab a big wad of cash. Nothing compares. I don't think I can ever stop my addiction.

Yeah Chief actually I did shoot him, would you like to get that on record?  We pay you to shut your trap.  Procedure?  When we decided to stuff this wallet full of money, we did not anticipate you’d be opening your mouth; quite the contrary actually, we did it so you’d shut your mouth.  So let’s get this little problem we got solved.  You’re going to keep out of my business, or I’m going to make you my business.  This business I speak of involves some fish, and a pair of concrete based boots.  Capiche?

There once was a man named Hubble,
who fell into a bit of trouble.
He lost his cash
and made a dash
after stealing the Daily Double.

Now TwentyCharacterLimit,
whose casino he apprehended,
was not so happy
with this little scrappy
and demanded his kneecaps leaded.

The foolish little Hubble ran,
behind him TCL's angry clan.
He hopped a gate
and ran so straight
as the big pursuit began.

'Til against a wall he hit,
and shouted aloud "oh shit!"
He turned around
and there he found
himself thinking "this is it."

Then they shot him in cold blood.
Thud.

Augustus was walking down the streets of Delaware, popping caps in people's asses, breaking civilians' knee caps as he makes his way to the ice-cream store. As he reached, "JJ's Sweet and Spicy Ice-Cream," Augustus skipped down to the shop. He walked in and ordered a, triple pickle and vanilla scoop. (vanilla and pickles combined).

The phone nearby started ringing, curious, Augustus picked it up to hear a tense, benny on the line, "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU DIPSHIT, We're getting our ASS HANDED OVER TO US BY THE DURDENS@!.

Annoyed, "IM EATING TRIPLE PICKLE VANILLA SCOOP, ICE-CREAM in DELAWARE."

We grew up on 3^rd & 26^th, started as knuckle heads sneaking cartons off of trucks to jacking cars and stripping them for parts. Wire enough automobiles and pretty soon people start hearing your names in the streets. Those two guys, they can work for us. Eventually they trusted us enough to write our names into the books. It wasn't “that organization” anymore—it was this thing of ours. But our thing is more than me and you, friend. We grew up together, and it ends here. Should've kept your mouth shut. Should've done the years. Saluti. Bang. Bang. Bang. 

The night was calm, all except for the soft sound of police sirens off in the distance. A young man, let out a sigh of relief as he realized he made it, he was safe. Somehow he had managed to avoid the police completely and on his first job to.

As strong as the urge was, he knew he couldn't just run off with the money. That's now how things work in the mafia, even he knew that. He knew being new was no excuse. Fighting the urge and ran his earnings to the boss, as quickly as he could.

The night had fallen, everybody has fallen asleep except for one, he mingles of every thought that comes to him. He can’t sleep well, the only thing in his thought was the incident happened earlier ago. The murder of his family, the murder of his friends, the murder of his one and only love. He stand up and look around, he saw his fellow gangster  was deeply asleep, he took out the knife and started to walk the one that is beside him, he covers the mouth and whisper “I Go Berserk”. That night has been a bloody one.

I am Godfather...I am to be respected above all. You cannot expect to steal from me and live to tell the tale. Doing so gets you a one way ticket to making some new friends, you know, the kind with gills...

My most trusted Don, a friend since childhood, has betrayed me. Stolen something dear to my heart. I guess it's time to get him some new shoes. His new friends will like them. I won't like this, but it must be done, it has to be. He knew this, I treasure this above all else...my bubble gum...

The undertaker bolts out the alley legs moving as fast as they can almost slipping as he bends the corner tryna lose the henchmen on his back  he quickly pulls the desert eagle from out of his shoulder holster and lets two shots ring off thinking to himself what the hell did i do to get into this,the two henchmen flip back from the power of the capo's hand cannon.The under taker then runs to a car with a civilian in it and forces the civilian into the trunk.he then takes off laughing evil running  his mind.