After hearing about TwenTone’s subtle death, Jhonny knew a few competitors wouldn’t miss the opportunity to close in toward Pasadena. The 21’s family foundation was kept unmatchable, but word on the streets was that a hot temper, so-called Godfather, would seek to take its control, expanding his business from the old country to the sunny city of Los Angeles.

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The Palace Cabaret

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- Leftalone, do you recall the foreign families who struck Pasadena a few days ago? One family went unnoticed and quietly settled here. Now that TwenTone passed away, che Dio ti riceva, we have to keep an eye on the criminals we have connections with, this new Godfather might try to use them against us. – Jhonny takes a hit from his cigarette and blows the smoke at the ceiling. – I want to give them some space, this will force them to show their faces at one point, and when they do, we will know exactly who and where to hit. Send out some scouts, I want to know where the newcomers have been sniffing.

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A few days later

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Pasadena felt incredibly quiet that day. The sun gave some rest to its residents and surrendered to calm clouds, covering almost the entirety of the sky above. Jhonny is seated on the balcony outside the Palace Cabaret, calmly having his breakfast alongside both Leftalone and Paperinik.

- They finally showed their faces, as expected. The timing is perfect, we are expanding, our businesses are thriving and we managed to secure TwenTone’s operation. In other words, Pasadena is ours and no one will take it. It’s time for me to step up and fill his chair amongst the leaders of this thing of ours. – Jhonny starts open a tangerine. – One by one, they will all die today. Leftalone and Paperinik nod. – Send the orders to our men, today the Palace Cabaret is going on tour.

Leftalone stands up just as he finishes eating and lights a cigarette leaning at the parapet, taking a good look at the city. Paperinik stands up, puts his hat on, and walks inside the building already whistling.

- Let’s go boys, it’s time to take them down. ­– Downstairs the men were already preparing their guns and vehicles. ­­– You two, with me. Bowie and DulceMaria, you two with Leftalone. Eazy and the rest, follow Jhonny. We are leaving in ten minutes.

The calm atmosphere was soon broken by the gunshots flying across the streets of Pasadena. All of the assigned targets were eliminated, and only one target remained.

Locked inside his mansion, the so-called Godfather waited for reinforcements, but they never came as was later witnessed by Jhonny. Nothing could prevent his death and he knew it.

It was deep through the night when Jhonny left the mansion, his suit was stained with blood and the fine gunpowder smell followed him. It was done. Jhonny has taken the position of Godfather of Pasadena.

As Jhonny walks toward the four cars outside the mansion, all of the Palace Cabaret men stepped outside, signaling his new position.

- Godfather… - The men noded and smiled, one by one, aiding Jhonny back to his car...

Congratulations Jhonny! 

Leftalone opened a stylish gold case filled with Cuban cigars that he kept for special occasions and offered one to Jhonny-Sketches

"This is a glorious day for Pasadena and Los Angeles. May this be only the beginning of many great things."

And with one voice, everyone shouted together

Long live the Godfather!