We were asked to put on a special performance for the Godfather; he was enjoying my plate spinning act when things started to go wrong. Clowns began to pour in; before I could stop them they open fire on the Godfather. Everyone ducked in cover but no flashes or bangs came. They were water pistols. The Godfather looked angry, he spoke to his Right Hand and he left. The Godfather approached me with an angry stare, I was waiting for the end when the Godfather cracked up in laughter, his Right hand hit me in the face with a pie.

It was a cloudy night; I was after my first kill, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. He was walking around an old circus ground posters plastered all over. Why he was here what was he after? All questions a highly untrained assassin needs to ask to get inside targets head. Or so I was told. I decided now was the time to strike I aimed and pointed my gun, hit him in the leg. Standing over him aiming at his head he smiled, a noise behind me was ignored, and about to pull the trigger everything went black.

Depression sits in his apartment room. Nothing in the room, but a mattress and a few candles. He goes out to grab the papers. He sees acouple of italian muscle protecting a tall irishman. Depression always looked up to big people in Chicago, with Roman the Godfather, being one. Depression, being poor, begs Roman for some money. The two italians grab Depression ready to beat him up, until Godfather Roman stops them. Roman stares at Depression. Then leans into his two body guards to whisper. The guards direct Depression to a club, where he met his crew leader, The Jester.

I stayed away from this life... the thing that we call "Ours." But it won't let me. After a week of no stealing, lying and trickery.. here I am once again... stealing, lying, conning and best of all... Killing! All it took was one phone call, telling me: You owe us! I will send the car, and you better be in it when it arrives on my porch.
I shouted back: Fuck you! Slamming the phone in anger, then went out and waited for the car that would pick me up and bring me back to where this all started.

I'm not going to ask you again…. Doogle said whilst looking down at the guy sitting in front of him, tied to a chair. Where's the rest of my shipment? With scared eyes the guy looked up at Doogle who had started to load his gun…. I, I don't know! I swear it was all there when we unloaded it from the docks in to the car sir, the guy shrieked. Doogle shook his head and raised his gun clearly displeased with the answer that was given. Well if you don't know, what use are you to me then? Boom.

I' knew I was in trouble because the other guys sitting at the table were losing their poker faces. Usually they sat at the card table straight-faced with unreadable expressions. But these guys were on to me, an they were pissed. I was a rookie hustler, new to poker. I can see one of them reaching into his pocket and another player nodding to the henchman behind me. I'll probably be dead soon for trying to cheat these guys. I had my cheat cards stuffed up my sleeve but I didnt realize there was no such hands as five aces.

Terrence saw himself as a lone wolf, a hawk, a pirate, a warrior, a tiger, a fox, a superstar, a chicken chow mein, a bear, a cheetah, a cloud, a computer, a godfather, a thug, a house, a football, a traitor, a Spartan, an elephant, a farmer,  a mouse, a chair, a box, a field, a box, a hooker, a doctor, a rebel, a dictator, a pornstar, a builder, a train, a hitter, a healer, a comforter,  a sumo wrestler, a tri-athlete, a don, a fighter, a corrector, a diplomat, a legend? But who is Terrence? That is the question….

Terrence saw himself as a lone wolf, a hawk, a pirate, a warrior, a tiger, a fox, a superstar, a chicken chow mein, a bear, a cheetah, a cloud, a computer, a godfather, a thug, a house, a football, a traitor, a Spartan, an elephant, a farmer,  a mouse, a chair, a box, a field, a box, a hooker, a doctor, a rebel, a dictator, a pornstar, a builder, a train, a hitter, a healer, a comforter,  a sumo wrestler, a tri-athlete, a don, a fighter, a corrector, a diplomat, a legend?

But who is Terrence? That is the question….

Life's a gamble, he always said. You wake up, you make choices. It's all a gamble. That entire day was a gamble. Me? Nervous wreck. Speeding down the pavement, the ruby red and pulsating yellow neon of diner signs blinding my eyes. I puked, twice. Somehow made it to the meeting. "What's your answer?" he asked after five minutes. Slapped me in the forehead. I grumbled. Roasco DeAngelo; my boss. The man I was sworn to protect. The joke. He swore, hit me again. I snapped. "Life's a gamble," I told him as I pulled out my glock. Bang. Dead.

BANG! SLAM! CRASH!

Sammy woke up to these sounds and quickly reached for her gun under the pillow. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Sneaking through the house, looking in every corner and door way she tried looking for the culprit that broke into her apartment. Then she remembered Rico hid a safe in her apartment under the sink that held thousands of dollars worth of cocaine and heroin as well as several million dollars. She ran to the sink only to find out that someone broke into the safe by shooting the lock. Dammit who knew that was in there??

So hear I am, stood in this dark ally, the rain pouring down on me, washing the blood off my hands. The Boss gave the order, and the kid was dead, no more than 18 years old. "Did I just do that? Is that who I am?" He shakes his head as he slumps down the cold concrete wall. "I don't think I'm cut out for this, to take a life, how the hell did I end up like this, a killer. The blood soaked man reaches in his jacket, slowly pulls the gun from his pocket "this cant go on"....

It was a nice and quiet morning, I just woke up and my phone starts to ring, a voice on the other end of the phone tells me "SammyLuciana has just been robed". I rush to her apartment to see what is going on and as I entered the apartment I see Rico and Sammy worring about who could rob her. As Rico sees me he comes to me and tells me "Come with me we're going to do some damage to those who did this". I go and call some other friends and we start searching for the culprits.

The cops pulled me over on my way back from a pick-up for The Godfather. He knew who I worked for and was busting my balls, hoping to get an arrest on my way back from a pick-up. The bag was in the passenger seat. The cops grabbed the bag and dumped the contents onto the street. They were cannolis from The Godfather's favorite bakery downtown. I guess the cos thought I was carrying cash or swag. They turned beet red and let me go. Godfather's gonna be pissed. I bet all those guys are fired by tomorrow. Or worse.

I was walking through town when all of the sudden I found a bag. Of course I opened it up what do you think I found? A list of another families top wackers, and details to how good they really were. I was wondering if I should take this bag I found bag to FOX or if I should just leave it there. I decided to give FOX a call. I asked her what I should do. She informs me to bring it to her and she will return it to the proper owner. Although I saved a little info.

Upon hearing that Sammy was robbed Rico gets hold of Onigen and some other of his associates to catch this culprit. They at first scour the neighbor hood and get some information that it was a gang of misfits from down the road. Rico pulls out his .22 and goes down to where these culprits hang out. They rush the house and shots ring out and Rico and his associates open fire. When the dust clears it turns out to be Rico and his associates standing around a room of dead bodies. Rico looks around and says, “Oops, wrong house.”

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JesseJames and I returned to Jesse's house late after a heist to divide the score. Jesse's son came out of his room. Jesse yelled at him to go back to bed. The boy pulled a wad of cash from his pajamas and showed us. 'Where did you get that?' asked JesseJames. The boy told JesseJames he earned it knocking over lemonade stands and charging them protection. A tear rolled down JesseJames cheek and he hugged the boy. 'I'm proud of you son. One day you'll grow to be a powerful mobster like me. Now go back to bed Augustus'.

Joey knew as long as he followed his instructions everything would go smoothly. Tonight was the first time the Spaghetti Family had agreed to let him come along on a job, being such a tight knit crew it was hard to gain their trust.

Time finally came and he waited outside the Pizza shop on 31st Street, patiently he waited for the call.. but it never came. Suddenly he heard the sound of squad cars as he was cut off at either side of the street, he was fucked. For reasons unknown they sold him out. Was it a test?

I'll keep it short and to the point, I'm here today to honour and remember a great man , a man who put his life on the line to save mine, he goes by the name Kebin Tricella. He was a personal bodyguard of mine and had been for over a month, he was a great guy , had a wife and two kids , he was working all day and night just to keep the food on the table, everything was great, his job was easy and there had been no real threats on my life. Until Now...Rest Well Kebin Tricella

Slipping the white power into the Godfathers morning coffee would never be easy but we had a plan and the plan would work. Walking casually through his house as not to raise suspicion, clinging the pink thin tube closely to my chest and into the kitchen. Perfect just in time, his cup just sitting there waiting, almost inviting. Tipping in the power, while keeping watch for one of his band of merry men. With a final stir in walks the Godfather himself, picking up the cup he takes a long sip, his eyes widen as the sugar rush hits him.

(I know it's a little late, but even if it's not considered I wanted to post it)


He felt that familiar ping as he pulled the pin out of the grenade. There was no going back after this. He launched the grenade through the window, took a deep breath and rushed into the building. He couldn't see that any had survived the blast so he carried on through the house. Reaching the office he paused to consider the effects of what he was about to do. Too late to change my mind now he thinks. He bursts through the door and puts a bullet in the man's head. Now it seems there's a new godfather in town.