I've been a private dick in the heartless city so long, I'm not sure I remember what it's like to smile. I'm on the trail of a gangster like no other. He's got a trail of blood behind him deep enough to sink a ship in. Never found the bodies, just clues. He's inside the house I'm sneaking around. I hear him bellowing. I peer between doors. There's a pile of cadavers in a ring of candles. Since when was the mafia into this kind of evil? I didn't wait to find out. I just torched the joint and ran.

The court was adjourned. Outlaw_Torn sat there with a very satisfied look on his face. The Detectives who arrested him knew why. "He's gona walk isn't he, months trying to nail this bastard and for what?"

Outlaw_Torn was escorted to down to his cell. He sat there still grinning. Suddenly he heard a a voice from down the hall, it was the dectective who had arrested Outlaw. "So you think you've got away with this huh?" he said. He removed a pistol from inside his jacket and ainted it right at Outlaws head "not a chance, My friend"

Hundreds of mafias, are living among the streets. Though many exist, there are criteria, and I can tell you, it's not easy meeting those criteria. Those who fail to find a family to take them in ,or those who disrespect one with higher authority or even tell a really bad joke, would most probably end up swimming with the fishes. Everything needs authorization unless you are a Godfather. Failing to do so would probably mean your death. Respect is much demanded around the mafia world. Like I said, being a mafia, is not easy, so please choose your path carefully.

The alarm rang before Luca even knew what was happening, What the hell was going on? He stood watch by the bank door while Patrick and Tommy got the money, It was all goin' be alright, he was told. A "fool-Proof" plan. Now that the alarm was off, everything turned to shit. Patrick grabbed a girl and Tommy Told Luca to follow him, they were going out a back door. They got to the back door, but it was already surrounded by cops. "Come out with your hands up!" cried the police chief. Well, mates. I suppose this is goodbye.

His cell phone rang. He pauses and glances at the number.
"Damn, its the boss." He slowly answers it and u could hear the anger in his bosses voice."No one lived boss, I got them all." He now looks at the blood all over his hands and shirt when he hears a gun click."Not everyone" a boys voice says.He turns around and notices a small boy about 9 standing there. "You shot my daddy, and his friends" I put my hand up and i hear a voice from my phone. "Told u there was still one." CLICK! BANG!

Here I was again, I could not believe it. Jail again, I thought to myself. This time it was different though. It was not as simple as looking at fifty years. For what? A little molotov cocktail? He was the one who disrespected me first. What could've went wrong? I have done this so many times before, and yet here I sit, stuck in this cell. In my life I have sold drugs, organized crimes, in the name of what? my family? I knew I should have killed him, I thought as I sat here snitched on by my brother.

(To the tune of Ice Ice Baby)

Now that Los Angeles is jumping
The GF kicked in, the crews are pumpin'
Quick to the casino, the casino big payin'
I'm cooking Goombas like a pound of bacon
Wacking them! They're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a siren
Damn Wack back I'm now with bubba
I'm in a cell with some scrubba
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing firing my glock
I busted left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Wack Back Gazman, Wack Back Gazman
Wack Back Gazman, Wack Back Gazman

Vongola Prison in Europe is a Prison where extremely dangerous criminals are held. The prison has grown a reputation for being inescapable; yet, Mukuro Rokudo and a number of other people led by Mukuro Rokudo managed this feat.Although prisoners are doomed to live the rest of their life in this dreadful prison, if allies can make the right kind of deal, it is possible that their release be negotiated.  In the lowest sections of the prison is Water making the contained person completely immobile and as such, all their muscle mass is removed. This is possibly to prevent escape.

A cool breeze sweeps the makeshift curtain aside and the dank air becomes almost breathable once more. A furtive glance from the window conveys the emptiness of the streets below.

I look closely at my shaking hands and will them to be still. Breathing deeply, my hands finally steady. Heavy wheels come to a screeching stop as my winchester moves to the window, almost by its own accord.

A single shot rings out across the night sky and a body slumps lifelessly from the vehicle, devoid now of dreams and ambitions, devoid now of treachery.

The godfather is no more.

He hadn't moved for 64 hours, sipping from a small straw tucked into his collar the sugary water quenched his thirst and also offered a nice pick-me-up, still he gazed through a small crack in the window.

Just above that was an L115A3 long range,high accuracy bolt action rifle, cover down,nozzle in of course, that didn't get flipped until it was time, for now, his own stealy vision would suffice.

Then he saw his target, the target he had been scouting,

Without hestitation he flipped the cover, squeezed the trigger and

Success Dat bums swimmin wid the fishes!

??Tommy sat on the park bench, his head hung low. It was twilight but yet not a star could be seen in the sky above the city. As his mark passed, Tommy did nothing, he sat perfectly still, staring at the ground. When his target got just a few feet ahead, he stood up and unholstered his pistol. 

"Yo, Frankie!" he yelled. His target stoped and turned around. "Mr.Torres sends his regards" Tommy pulled the trigger. The recoil shot his hand back, but he contained it. Slowly raising his wepon into its holster, he wathed the body drop dead.

Arista watched Cornelius, standing in the street in just boxers and a pistol. She wondered how such a man could Left Hand for her city, but there was always a method to Roman's madness. She was busy herself, today she needed to head down to the police station and make a bribe for her drug operation.

She made her way into the station and found the Captain in his office. She dropped an envelope on his desk,

There you go copper, I'll see you in another 2 days.

With that she turned and left to pick up her daily heroin cut.

Ok, two options... make my mark or get the hell out of here.

*Prison guard walks past*

I say boss, can I have a word?

*pulls out his shank*

Now shut your mouth and let me out...

Good to see you value your life. Now which door leads me the fuck out of here?

You think I'm stupid? I saw that!

*stabs the guard*

THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT FOLLOWING ORDERS!

*ZZZZZTTTTTTT*

*flops to the floor, vomiting all over his own clothes*

Damn tazers! Didn't even see which one of these wannabe pigs it was. But I'll find out...

(I made a nub error earlier, my actual entry not including this bracket of course)

You hear the stir of the whispering commuters, one guy turns to another, huge grin on his face and begins to sing a merry ol' tune.

"New guy in the neighborhood
Lives like a king and it's understood.
He's here just to take good care of me,
Like he's head of the family.

Drexler's in Charge
Of our days and our nights
Drexler's in Charge
Of our wrongs and our rights

And I sing, I want,
I want Drex in Charge of me."

It was nice to see people so pleased with the new move to Los Angeles, Game on!

BananaBender stepped out of the car when he arrived at St Louis his father enjoyed being in this city his forefathers had ties with the city under the rule of serotonin when his father ran a crew under him and looking at the journal that he had in his pocket he saw his grandfather worked for the Godfather of St Louis also. There has always been alot of blood in this thing of ours. Is this what we are expected to do or just the mafia? BananaBender confuused himself yet again shakes his head and jumps back in his car.

It was a Saturday afternoon, the night after his 18th birthday.  Salverine-’s father had just died.  His body taken and buried underneath the Laramie Viaduct.  One tear ran down Slaverine-’s face.  It was the last tear that he would ever shed.  From that night on, he was a Mafioso.  His father had shown him the ropes, now it was up to him to work for his family.  Taking out his gun he pressed it to the back of a whimpering man’s head on his knees in front of him.  “This is for my Father.”  Salverine- pulled the trigger. 

The loss of my mother and father had drove me to this rode. I had no where to go, but down until I met a man. A man that showed me there was another way. He showed me I could forge my own life and be the man I wanted to be. "The Mafia," He whispered and then let out a crackling laugh. Yet, he told me had I to have balls of steel to make it anywhere, which I took as a challenge. "You got it," I said to him and then walked outside feeling like a new man.

(ooc: Sorry guys! That's 111 words scrap that post here's the real one,, forgot to edit, before pressing submit)

It was a cold december night the moon stood silently in the middle of the sky. Alonzo, just got back, from a long mission over in Mexico. As soon as he stood outside of his HQ, doubts began flooding his mind. The hallway, was quiet, the hallways were never quiet. Alonzo, looked to both sides, no sight of anyone. Alonzo, took out his nine, from it's holster pointing it down. The floorboards were creaking, the wind was howling, a true scene from a horror movie. He carried on walking till he got to his boss's room and opened the door.  

I strolled down the street. Bam! Gunshots.  The bum behind me dead.  The bum in front of me dead.  And me?  Alive.  I think.  I step over bodies to enter the cities, and little did I know, the life.  I’m approached by one, then two, then three “upstanding” citizens who offer me a home.  Great!  No work for me.  Just choose.  Choose and get paid too?  Wow.  I’m in.  I’m handed a gun, a wad, and a smoke.  What a life.  Drugs, Guns, hot women.  And a bar named Desire.  Come visit it in Chicago.  Mobsters welcome. 

“We got a problem, Muklukbuknuk,” said the henchman. “What is it, Chukbuknukluk?” “It’s dat diamond merchant, Bukmukshukpuk. He missed his payment again. Dat makes three.” Muklukbuknuk sighed regretfully. “Take Schmukbukrukluk and go put him on ice.” “On ice, boss?” “Yeah, you got a problem wit’ dat?” “No, boss. But, we live above the Arctic Circle. Pretty much everyone’s on ice already.” Muklukbuknuk shook his head. “I’m workin’ wit’ morons. Whaddaya think I mean when I say, ‘Put him on ice’? Put da bum on an ice floe and push ‘im out ta sea.” “You got it, boss.”