"Ill give you five for the lot" said the jeweler as he inspected the diamonds with his eye piece.

GTL sighed, he had worked far to hard for these to be getting ripped off now.  "It's seven-fifty for 'em.   You don't want em, I'll find someone who does."

The jeweler gave no reaction, it was all a game and both sides knew the rules and how to play.
"Six."
"Fine."

GTL watched the money get counted out in front of him.   A decent payday, he thought, plus he would do the right thing, the boss had to get her cut!

Flashing lights and cops surround us all, everything was echoing it felt like time was going in slow motion. My life flashed before my eyes me and the boys going from base ball to selling our first dime, to meeting Big Tony and getting hooked up, to being pulled out of gang life into a family by a boss, it’s been a good run I thought to myself to bad it didn’t work out. Looking over at the dead mafia boss, reality kicked back in as I looked up I heard "RAID" right before the cops opened fire…

Tony, Vinnie, and Harry were all in the mob, Tony was a made guy, while the others were lowly thugs. One day, Vinnie decided he wanted to wack Tony. He just needed permission from the Godfather, which is hard to get, so he needed a good reason. Otherwise, the Godfather would just wack Vinnie himself. Vinnie didn’t really have a good reason, so he started blabbering, making things up just to get the Godfather on his side. The Godfather decided Vinnie’s reasons were shit so he killed Vinnie and had Tony and Harry dump him in a river.

He didn’t come to me after the boss dismissed him from his office.  He didn’t tell me what was all this about but I knew something was wrong.  Some said that he was selling information to the feds, others were sure that he had pinched some of the coke he was supposed to sell. I didn’t know and I didn’t want to find out. He was my best friend. And then, the boss called me. I was in his office for  hours. I was told to leave him a whisper. Never mess with a boss’s wife.

The word on the street spelled danger, it had begun for weeks there had been rumors flying around that Chicago was looking for his head but many were careful, of course as New York's Godfather he didn't get there by being stupid, he took precautions as where expected. But it didn't matter when it came many were killed, war was something he could never stop and a fragile peace that he setup would never last. He looked at his grandson with tears in his eyes hoping he would get to live his last days in a world of peaceful tranquility.

JesTer knew that this action of his will cause ripples among the Mafioso around the country, but it needed to be done for not only his betterment but  for the betterment of his  family and his city.

Without thinking any further he lowered his window and fired three shots straight in the forehead.

With a sigh of relief he watched the deceased collapse to the ground.

Instead of disappearing from the scene, he stayed there spectating the chaos and making sure that there are at least a dozen witnesses as he wanted to make the HEADLINES like a brave Mafioso.

Her heart was beating faster than she had ever imagined possible. She was running as fast as she could, constantly looking over her shoulder. Finally she managed to make her way back to HQ, completely out of breath she slumped against the large Oak doors and let out a huge sigh of relief. Tonight had been everything she always hoped it would be, her first time had gone so smoothly. She dipped her hand into her pocket to ensure it was still there, as she felt the cold hard cash she whispered to herself "Success! That bum forked over $5000."

From the shadows I rise, thug to gangster. Work my way up, my goal in sight. All the shooting, is this what's it all about? So much death, but hell I'm having a hell of a time.

Months go by now, nothing is happening, slowly dying, not from disease or from old age but slowly dying from boredom. What's going on? Where is all the action? The fun? Someone please do something! It's like everyone has lost their balls and don't intend to get them back.

Still quiet....too quiet...something is coming. Over the horizon, something big. Watch out.....

The investigation began in the hall.  Unwashed dishes spoke of Eggs Benedict and a swiss cheese cake.

A rattling noise leads us to the living room, one gerbil spinning its wheel also 3 glasses and a empty bottle.

Two Leather collars at the bottom of the stairs; a crusty pair of Y fronts at the top.

Last Stop: bathroom.  A smell of satisfaction pervades the room, two midgets with plastic bags on their heads, a man lying with his throat cut.  A Fedora hat sits on top of the toilet opposite the bath, it has a perfect view of everything.

<em> It was a chilly night.. cold in fact, ice cream vendors were working casual shifts at subway and sales in flip flops were down (but that’s another story). Sharp shadows stabbed the edges of DeadBeat’s vision and the bustle of a busy city street filled his ears. DeadBeat didn't care for the human traffic anyway, for him the rat race was long over and he wasn’t in line for any gorgonzola. </em>

<blockquote> So this is it , all you’ve amounted to is a doorway and three quarts of rum, you’ve lost all your self respect… and respect is all that counts </blockquote>

*Lights on*

I had been out for two weeks I was told.  Shot leaving Vino’s wine bar.  It was always going to happen, I retaliated and this was them coming back at me.  Perhaps I shouldn’t have done it, after all I was new to this things of ours when he conned me.  But he never made it right and he obviously thought I had forgotten.

Luckily for me there shot wasn’t as accurate as mine.  But this won’t stop here.  This needs to be ended.  Its them, or me.  I must move first.  Move now.

There is not a day where sounds of gun shots and police sirens  cannot be heard in the city I live in, ever since I was a small girl. I was living in one of the 8 mafia dominated cities. The sounds of gun shots which put fear into my heart made me stronger day by day.  The seed has been planted in me every since. Over this years, I became less scared and the seed of becoming a mafia inside me has matured slowly .Now, the seed is now an adult plant and I’m living a mafia out loud. 

The day his father was shot as a Don of a Chicago crime syndicate, he made a promise to himself. He would NEVER take the same path as his father did! His bloodline was involved with organized crime as long as he could remember and they all found an early demise...

However, when his mother approached him together with his father's Godfather on the day of his funeral asking him to step in his father's footsteps, he knew he couldn't refuse such a request.

So, here he was. Being part of an awesome family and feeling extremely proud at it.

She just woke up and smiles prettily to the guy next to her.It has been a wild tumble in bed last night, but it's the only way she can get the information she needed. Guys are pretty  dumb anyways, just show them some skin and they will lunge at you. The stupid mofo caress her legs and whisper obscenes to her ears, she can't take it anymore so she grab a knife she has been hiding and stabs him again and again...blood splatters all around .

She whispers,  "Thanks for the info, gonna use it  to capped your Boos."

Walking down the street one day, I took the time to see a play. Sitting back I heard a sound, that nearly spun my head right round. A gun had gone off, and all I could do is cough. The shooter didn’t shoot at me this time, but it still made my hands climb. As I searched for my gun I began to think, how embarrassed I was at the stink. I heard a laugh to my dismay, because doogle was chuckling at my display. I took the news with a shatter, doogle saw me soil my pants… a disaster.

So, I have this pistol. The kind that you would use, in a pinch, to shoot a man between the eyes. Let’s say that very situation comes up and for some very solid reasons you put a bullet in a man's head. However, the second bullet you fire jams the barrel. So the next day I would take it to the gun store and get a new barrel. Convincing the guy behind the counter that I was target shooting. He looks at me with a very suspecting look on his face, and with one bullet, it's all over. Again.

The mafie. Not always the friendliest of places. Occasionally, the rozzers find someone who's accidentally fallen on some bullets. That person once happened to be SpuffWaffle's father. He had tried everything to revive him, even plugging the empty bullet holes with feminine products. Nothing had worked. He'd tried CPR, but the air just escaped through the many blowholes, akin to those of the humpback. The blood made a terrible stain on the carpet too, and no amount of white wine would shift it. At least he hadn't been shot in the face. That would've been rubbish. Rest in peace dad.

The cities are growing and the cash is rolling in.  From the chilly East Coast to the City of Sin. 

 Six guys sit perched at the top of their tree.  Their followers, whilst loyal, looking out for “me, me, me”. 

 Who will be the first to pull the gun from under the table?  They'll only dare if they thought they were able.

 Godfathers falling out leads to widespread death and destruction.  A loss of earnings and wider societal dysfunction. 

Would the guys around here have it any other way?  That's not for the likes of you or me to say.

The man slinked out of his car and gentley pushed the door to, as to not make any sound at all.
He walked up to the house and got his lock picking tools out, you could see he had done this before.
He made his way upstairs into the bedroom and stood over the man who had no idea what was about to happen.
"You're a ruthless bastard my friend, but we've got no time for grasses." He said as he fitted his supressor to his pistol.
"The boss, he sends his regards." He squeezed on the trigger and left.

Now, this is a story all about how my life just flipped and turned upside down:

Im from Chicago, born and raised, over in the coffeeshop i spend most of my days,
Chillin out, chatting and beating up Grool, and shooting some durdens outside school,
When a couple of durdens, who were up to no good, started causing trouble in my hood,
I got in one gun fight and Drexler got scared,
"Your moving to LA to be the fresh prince of Bel-Air."

I look at my kingdom, i'm finally there, sat on my throne, the Fresh Prince of LA...