Propping up the bar at the HQ, the silent man recieved word, he was being sent for. This normally means something huge, sipping the rest of his remaining water, the man rolled up his paper and made his way to the Caporegime's office. Situated below the entire structure of the HQ, it was well hidden and fiercey security guarded.Even the well known face of the silent man had to produce the remaining access code to enter the door. Face to face with the Caporegemie a document was slammed onto the desk in front of him.

Name,face,location.

Done

It was a decisive moment in her life, the opportunity she's been waiting for since she was a little girl.

She knew that it was now or never, the only chance she would have to proove herself. There could be no mistakes.

As she faced the man in that dark alley, the anxiety hit her. The man, who now stared into her eyes made her heart pulse strongly in her chest, she started to breathe deeply. As her eyes quickly blinked, the loud stump of the gun was all she could hear. The moment had arrived, her fate was sealed.

Bagged and gagged he knew what was coming, feet and hands tied behind his back, he was left crashing around in what he assumed was the back of Joey 'The Butcher' Andolini's Cadillac. He was scared, but never showed it, fuck that, no peace of shit is going to see this wiseguy crack. Hearing the vehicle coming to a stop, the voices were whispering as the trunk popped. Goodnight Baggins, said The Butcher before he felt a dull thud into his left cheekbone, Then as a gun was pressed firmly against the top of his skull,

He felt no more

New to this life made me feel very small. I was only a Wise Guy and many said I thought I knew it all. I would hold my head low when a Don would walk by. Yet, then felt my face slapped by a fellow friend. She looked at me and shook her head. "You gotta prove yourself to make it that far, so toughen up and speak up." I took this to heart and went to the streets. I told them of my life and what I wanted to be, many clapped, nodded, and then I saw her smile.

The smell in the air, so rich and so fine. It is another bank robbery time. We have our guns and pistols too. Our man inside has to queue us in because don't want nasty Police on our tails. The bags are ready to be filled up. "Let's go, let's go." Says the new guy before I tell him to shut up. The coast is clear and its game time. We all move out and rush in. We yell, "Get the ground and unlock the safe." We're out in no time, without a trace. Good job, we made some bank.

(Bah, sorry, I must have pasted twice, though it didn't show up until I hit Submit! Apologies! Here is the correct submission.)

Chicago, The Windy City. In the early 1920s, Chicago had gone through it's fair share of expansion, primarily the large boost of it's industry. Jobs. Opportunity. Whatever the reasoning someone had, people flocked there. The population increased quite drastically by the mid '30s, and everyone began to notice it. Chicago had become a titan in the States, and was a city where everyone knew the name of the Godfather that ran it. 

Ghendo chuckled a bit, clearing his thoughts and returning to his task. He pulled his pistol on the man begging for his life. "Sorry, it's just business."

I was called to HQ, being unsure of the reason. My breath was getting harder and my palms were sweating more. I was rushing past our offices and took a deep breath when I reach the door. It was our Godfather and he wanted to see me, not anyone else, me. I heard a voice call me in. Walking inside I tried to look calm, but could hardly pull it off. He looked up at me and smiled. "It is your time," He said and handed me a book. "This helped me out when I first took over a family."

He was just some punk begging for food in an Alley but i could tell he had guts. A guy nobody every heard of with guts can always come in handy in my line of work.

I pulled into the alley and motioned the young man over.  "Hey kid you looking for work?"  Before he could answer..  I said "Get it the car"(63)

He got into the back of the car, I didn't consider the smell when i decided to hire him.    I pulled out a Six shooter handed it to the kid "Do you know how to use this?"

The life of a criminal. All those bank robberies, heists, and poor lady's bags stolen. We're the bad guys you say, but what about those rapists that get away? Wouldn't you want a mafia family around town to help keep your family safe? We use our guns for our protection or put a man in his place that was a traitor. How is that any different than our own government? You say we're terrible people, but in all honesty we're just like you. Business men and women just trying to make it through another day. You belong to the mafia.

This thing of ours is crazy. One minute you're the scum of the streets and the next you're made and virtually untouchable. It takes a world of hard work and dedication. Unwavering loyalty and followership will line your pockets and take you to the top. Almost. At what moment in your life...if at all, do you step on those who helped mentor you and seize their power? Will the family recognize you in your new position or will you be removed? Choose your own road to the top, but be warned: success is not guaranteed and doesn't come easy.

Paulo was a nobody in the family. He wanted to change that and his opportunity arrived. He heard the Boss talking about a problem with local butcher and protection money.

Paulo walked into the butchers, the owner stood and laughed at his request. In one swift move Paulo had the butchers hand on the counter and severed his middle finger with a machete that would be his trophy and emptied the cash register. Paulo got back to his boss and dropped the money on his desk and the finger on top.

"Whats your name?"

"Fingers"

"Welcome to the family Fingers"

Salvatore was walking down the streets one night while his men were working over a local convenience. He leans up against a wall while he takes his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. Soon after lighting up he notices to his left a boy just standing there staring at him, Salvatore smiles and walks over to the boy. after getting close the boy darts leaving a small napkin on the sidewalk. Salvatore bends over to read the napkin...

"Delaware says hello"

Salvatore's eyes widen as gunfire is erupted in his direction, it was late before he knew what hit him...

He washes his hands and look at his feet. Afraid to look into the mirror - his future is bleak. Blood runs through his hands and down the drain, so much so you’d think it was still pumping through a vein. His knees are shaky and his conscience beyond quaky. He looks at the body and knows he’s been naughty. He doesn’t know what he’s done and to him right now, it’s all in good fun. He takes the dead mans rings and it now becomes his bling.

“Fuck you, godfather who, that’s right, now I’ll tell you what to do”

You want to be in this family then you must try a lot harder than that! We are not the girl scouts, we are mafioso's, we are real men and there is no room for waste of space people like yourself. We are not a fucking circus! Get out of my office now and get the hell off my property. If i ever see your face around these parts again i promise i will put a bullet through your brain, not just you but your entire fucking family! You are an absolute disgrace and nothing more. Now please fuck off!

Italian, Irish, Russian, Chinese, Mexican, no, I’m not any of those fools; I am the American gangster. You walk up, swagger in your step, thinking you own the place, yet I am ready to bust a cap on your ass soon as I see you disrespecting my family and me. We do not accept that absolute nonsense here. You mess with us and we will own you from head to toe.  BOOM!  We will hit you so hard you won't even know it was coming and we will put you in the mother earth. Say “bye bye” my little friend.

He is in prison for some bullshit reason and i will not just stand by and watch my innocent brother rot away in a cell for the rest of his life. The feds are locking people up just to balance the books and make themselves look good. Well i for one will not stand for it, my brother did not kill that whore and i swear to god i will do everything in my power to give him the freedom he deserves. I will need all of you to help, we can all do this together, the sooner the better!

The Godfather picks up a piece of paper and places it in your hands. You pass the paper back and forth almost like a hot potato as the heat starts to get intense on your finger tips. Finally the paper has burned completely and The Godfather grabs your right hand, he stabs your trigger finger with a small sharp item of which you didn't even get a glimpse. As a bead of blood forms on your finger tip The Godfather speaks again. Do you swear on your life and with this blood to protect and serve your city and crew?

Walls shook from the crash following the flash of lighting. She stayed in pose, fixed smile on her face. Little did she know the fate that was befalling her at that very moment. Her lover, tucked away in a hole in the wall, taking another lover. Exiting work, drenched by the time she reached the door. Sounds coming from the other side she was familiar, yet unfamiliar, with. Carefully slipping the key in its home, gaining entry with barely a sound. Another FLASH of Light! BOOM! CRASH! The lamp falls to the ground, darkness ensues. The smell of death, heavy.

The air was thick and the night was warm as he made his way up the fire escape to get to the roof to take his shot. He knew the man he was sent to kill and even considered him to be a friend. However, it was a known fact that once you accidently kill the Godfather’s prized pet gerbil by practicing out your miniature parachutes off a ten story building and expect to walk away alive. Hence why I received the call only two hours ago, why I was on this roof, and why I now needed to kill.

Palms slick with sweat he holds the gun steady. Quiet as a mouse he waits for his target. Steady breath as his hands begin to slightly shake. This was his first kill and it was a big deal. A gambler who had not paid his debt meets his death this dark night. The target comes out of the doorway and without a second thought the trigger was pulled. Putting the gun away and wiping the sweat off his hands, he leans over the man before him taking a good look at the face. His brother's face would never be forgotten.