I want that casino, i have had my eye on it for a long time and now is the perfect time to make a move for it. Ricky Martins is broke and he needs the cash. I am rich and want the casino, it makes sense. I want you to go to Las Vegas and make him an offer he can't refuse. I don't want no but's, i just want it done, by any means necessary. The guy is past his time and we are growing stronger by the day, it is time to spread our influence across the cities.

Eddie had seen it all, 25 years he had been in this life and he wanted it out. He knew it wouldn't be easy, people don't just walk away and live to tell the tale. Especially a consigliere in the top New York syndicate!

The plan was simple, though. One last job was all he needed, he had it planned down to the last second, after this no-one would come looking for him, as far as they knew he was dead! All that was left now was to find someone that looked like him to take his place in the dirt!

"Motherfucker" was the only word I could muster as the hammer fell. A "friend" turned victim, that backstabber finally got to me. How the hell could it have come to this? A few pieces of paper tear one of the strongest bonds ever built? It's the way the game's turning, no longer is it about who you know but what you can get from them. He took everything from me and while he may have friends he's about to find out what family is all about. It may be the end for me but the situation is far from over.

Crashing through the door of the safe house, sweat dripping from my brow, I lunge for the phone to call the Boss.

"Boss, I don't know what happened. Someone just tried to have me wacked. Somehow I was able to slip them", I said.

"Just stay put and keep your head down. I have to gather up the boys.", the Boss responded.

I heard a noise coming from the door. I went to greet the Boss when I was jumped by several large men including my Godfather.

"It was him all along.", I thought as eternal darkness fell over me.

"Sorry my friend. It ain't personal. It's only business."
Those were the last words my friend of nearly 30 years heard before I blew his brains out.

I did not want to do it. In fact, I hated even thinking about it. But business is business as they say. He should have known better than to make a deal with the Mob and try and cheat them afterward.

"Damn shame I had to kill you my friend. A waste of a perfectly good friendship."

I stared at his body for a few minutes reflecting on our past, and my new life.

Man this water is cold. I had been warned one time too many to get my gambling under control, by the mob and my wife. I should have listened to at least one of them. If I had, maybe I wouldn't be in the mess I'm in right now with a concrete block mounted to my ankles sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I hope others learn a lesson from my mistakes. Pay your debts or you'll be 'swimming with the fishes'. I wish I had learned how to swim when I was a kid. Too late now. Damn.

damien was roaming the streets looking for some fun, when all of a sudden five guys jump out and grab him. they pulled him into the alley they began asking questions.

"who are you?"

"im damien muncy who are you?"

"ill be asking the questions here"

the unknown man pulls a knife

"you listen here kid, tell that punk you been hanging out with that if we catch him on our territory again my crew here are gana take care of him"

"this your whole gang?"

"yeah, whats it to ya?"

damien pulls his gun BANG

the enemys are dead

Cornelius was on the corner outside of his HQ in just boxer shorts and a pistol. His appearance normally threw off any predators that might be lurking and allowed the ebony man to work in peace. Today's task would be to visit Chicago's captains and get any kick ups for the Godfather that they might have. It was an easy day, but he was hungry, and had cannoli on the brain. Unfortunately the last time Cornelius had cannoli it got caught in his mouth. All in a day's work for the city's Left Hand Man who wanted his zillion dollars.

My mother woke me with a gentle whisper at sunrise ...'Get dressed honey, this is finaly OUR day!'

I scream with glee as I jump and head towards the small restroom to get ready. Oh boy...I knew this could happen but never believed it, a whole day with my mother. With the final touches of conservative lipstick in place, we descend the tiny stairway and as daylight caress our pale faces...dozens of shots were heard through out the neighborhood and as I look to my right, Capo Mom lay in a bloody heap.

Now I seek revenge!

I waited in the alley as the portly well-dressed man exited the brothel. I waited until he got to the mouth of the alley before I clubbed him over the head with the butt of my pistol. I put the gun to his skull and demanded his wallet. Trembling, he begged for his life and handed it over. I fled into the night. I didn't even look inside the wallet until I got home. I sat down and opened the wallet. That was when I saw the badge. I could'nt believe it. I had just robbed the Chief of Police

We all have a different reason to be involved in this life of ours. Some of us were born into it, a part of a family before they could even crawl. Others had no choice, got into debt with the wrong kind of people and needed a way out. Some of us could be outcasts and this was the only place were we could truly fit in. It’s our differences that make us complete, our stories that make us unique. We all have different experiences that brought us together in one way or another. It’s our life. What’s your reason?

He scratched and clawed at the lock. Fumbling in the darkness he couldn't see anything. Helpless as he was the panic of inevitable ends drove him on to self mutilating attempts to unlock the unlockable. His finger tips were shredded along with his hope. Franticly fingering frustration's futility. He shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have said it, he'd gone too far. One too many cost way too much. There was no going back. A clunking sound and the trunk opened. Three stern faces and the long barrel of a gun stared down at him. Bang! And it was all over.

 She was beautiful; ever since she was a little kid she could wrap every sicilian greaseball in town around her little pinky. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't the type of girl that would have sex with a man, leave in the middle of the night and pinch his wallet. She was too good for that. I mean she had it in her to do something like that but she just didn't need to. She was never the type to marry, she was unattainable, she made men jealous. I had her for one night, she was never seen again.

Rupert walks through the streets of Chicago. He is on his way back to the HQ. He just did some business. He bought a suitcase of coke at a very low price and collected the cash from his hookers. Inbetween he managed to fulfil a contract on a wanna be gangster. An idiot that tried to start his own business without being part of any crime syndicate. He smiled to himself when he entered the HQ and when he dropped the suitcase together with the cash on his boss' desk he said: "Live is so fuckin' good in Chicago!"

Gamble it split em hit em and stay on the hand. I started gambling back when the dad taught me. Dollars, coins and gold all be brought to the table,beating the casino at their own game is indeed no fable! I might get a free meal, or even a comped hotel suite. Hell this is the mafia kids, if I dont bring home the cheddar to the boss there is a good chance I will get beat! I avoid violence at all costs but keep my gun close, keep the heat in ya pocket and lets make a toast!

I was quite clear when i said i wanted 300lbs of heroin, what part of that did you not understand!? I have flew for hours on end and had barely any sleep in the past day. I finally get to this shit hole and you are trying to palm me off with cocaine. What do you take us for!? I have had enough of you screwing around, this was your last chance and now you have blown it! The boss is not happy with the costant inconvenience and we no longer wish to proceed doing business with you, you are not professional, you're cowboys!

I believe Betrayal is about equality, it will blindside you from both directions. For the one betrayed it comes rushing forward like a quiet car through the mist, you’re lucky to see it coming. For the betrayer, it is a painfully slow thrust that can be thwarted at any turn, maybe even turned back upon you. Bennie knew the betrayer, watched him slowly rise up and gather his forces. Bennie knew the betrayed, watched him lose track of his real enemies while dark plans formed all around. Bennie knew, and like so many other plans, you probably do too.

Tom walked out from his last job and was met being a dying man, this was not uncommon in the back alleys but right out in the street could mean trouble. The dying man held a hand out to Tom, not knowing why he knelt down and listened to what would be the mans last words. "tell my son to avenge me" with that the man died. Hearing the familiar sound of sirens Tom sighed, the man was dead, his son would probably end up the same way if he followed his fathers wishes. Tom departed the scene and decided to forget what he'd heard today.

As Vincent waited for his mark, he remembered the first time he took a life… He only saw a few weeks of action in the Great War, but his marksmanship saw him kill many men in the Meuse-Argonne offensive. His target now wasn't any German; it was a police chief who'd decided he was too noble to take a second salary. As the chief stepped out of his car, Vincent emptied his lungs and gently squeezed his trigger. BANG! His Mosin-Nagant delivered a 7.62mm message to the next police chief to decide he wouldn't be a friend of the Don…

Here's a hundred words of mumbo jumbo for ya. My first www.mafiareturns.com was... Weird. I was approached by I think six different people, I had been active for no longer than a minute and somehow they managed to write a whole thread like mail to me, so at that time it was obvious they had their mail already saved elsewhere. Before I chose a family I asked around about different families, what each family had that others did not and so forth until I found one. The family I chose was Drexler's family which was in Chicago now Los Angeles.