Griz was walking around the streets of Detroit and stumbled across a bum trying to light a cigar. As Griz put his hand in his jacket to give the bum a light the bum screamed "Shit!" and ran into the mist of the night.

Startled and a little weirded out Griz catches his composure and looks down at where the bum was sitting and notices a book and picks it up.

The book of loose pages, like letters but thrown together like a novel, was beat and dirty, the cover was engraved "Miles"

This would be something Griz would have normally just left or discarded but something made him want to dig deeper.

Griz sat down with his usual Hemingway setting before he indulged into reading, slowly swigging his cold whiskey Griz went deeper and deeper into the story....

Griz drops his glass and shatters on the floor

"Oh my God!" screamed Griz as he threw on his jacket and hopped in his car accidentally dropping the book in his haste then sped off.

The book lands in the middle of the street for all to read and opens to first page on impact.

First Letter:

If you are reading this my actions have caught up with me and I am paying the consequences. Miles is the name, Crewleader of The White Rose, I have a wife named Carla, a son on the way. This is probably the only thing I have for my son to know who I was and to know I wish I could have raised him. I know what you might be wondering, what did I do to cause my self so much grief? Well it's simple really, my boss Rumblefish is dead by his own hand just to prove a point that he is not immortal. Everyone thought that Rumblefish sold his soul to TonyB and Dr. Melfi and could not die, such rubbish. Damn people caught up in superstitions. I have seen the God's they have powers they make the world go round but they do not grant super powers. The reason this involves me is I am a Wise Guy and after the syndicate fell I opened my own HQ and took out a made man named Google, for one reason, he is a prick and murdered a many of my family out of fun. He never knew who I was, was also soldier in Rumblefish's crew. My first goal was to take revenge when I became part of Rumblefish's thing but after Rumblefish took me in and knew the situation, he told me my time would come but for now live a long life with the crew. Oh how sweet life was in the crew, I was making more money then ever, killing people, drug running was so easy, I had one route between New York and New Orleans. Wars broke out all the time and cops never knew and nobody ratted no matter who you killed. You always had to watch your back and never trust anyone, but under Rumblefish you were untouchable. I thought it would never end until yesterday when Rumblefish, just quit, leaving my business unfinished. I didn't know if I would ever understand his actions, but then I took mine...I sacrificed myself for petty revenge and now I leave my son without a father, like Rumblefish left me without a leader. These are the reasons for my death, and the only person to blame is myself.

To whoever is reading this:
The next letters following are of my life, I was nobody important with few accomplishments but there is a lot of history of the underworld and of this place that follow in these letters. Alot of secrets yet told. Most of it is things not important to you but could be important to my son. Things that I wish I could have sat him on my knee and told him myself, about his mother and how we met. The great things that were happening in this thing of ours and the people in it, and also how not to ruin it and your life in it. If you do find him, his name will be Griz, tell him I love him and give him the rest of the book.

-Miles

...The wind in the street starts to blow as the letter flips over and reveals the next

To be continued....