BryanGandleton was born and raised in Bricktown, Detroit. At a young age he learned to hustle, he learned to survive on his own. One day, when he was a wee lad, he was running his normal schtick and a hot-headed kid, maybe a few years older then Bryan, started lippin' him off. Before he knew it the idiot pulled a gun. 

BANG

The idiot dropped, behind him stood his soon to be long time friend, Peter. 

"You alright kid? Some people have no damn respect. If you wanna work in this city, you need permission... And now you have it"

Years passed and Bryan and Peter worked together developing a brother like relationship. Peter always looked out for Bryan, and like a true big brother. At eighteen, Bryan decided to try his luck in Chicago, he thanked Peter for everything but explained he needed to be his own man. He left in 1928.

After five years away, Bryan decided to return to Detroit and pay Peter a visit. Peter had not been replying to Bryan's many letters and he was starting to get worried.

On the first of July 1933 Bryan stepped off the bus, grabbed a coffee and a newspaper. He fumbled the two between his hands trying to read the front page. Suddenly his heart sank, his coffee fell, and Bryan stood silently staring at the Headline.

Detroit Mafioso Found Dead; The Street Wars

Bryan looked for the address of the church where the funeral would be held. He quickly hurried over to pay his respects.