Leviathan had always been a solitary creature, content to roam the depths of the ocean alone. But he had grown tired of the endless solitude, and the constant hunger. So, when he was approached by a Capo of the spacey crew in Queens, New York, he was intrigued.

At first, Leviathan was wary of the offer. He had heard stories of the mobster world, and knew it was a dangerous place. But the Capo, ducking, promised him protection and a steady supply of food, and Leviathan began to consider the offer more seriously.

Before long, Leviathan was fully immersed in the world of organized crime. He was tasked with smuggling goods between ports and providing muscle when needed. The other members of the crew were wary of him at first, but soon came to respect his strength and loyalty.

At first, Leviathan was happy with his new life. He had friends and was no longer alone. But as time went on, he began to realize the truth. 

Leviathan had only been working for spacey's crew for two days, but already he was learning a lot. This was the longest he had ever spent on land. He was learning the ropes quickly though, and he was starting to be able to flex his might and strength. Final he could put his build to good use.

The first day was spent learning a few of the basics. He got to meet a few of the other new crew members and quickly started to throw his weight around. He had been chosen to complete a few cash collects from people owing money. This went quite easily for him as just the sheer sight of seeing his gigantic figure caused the clients to throw the cash towards him, a few times more than they owed. His sponsor ducking seemed to be pleased with his work so far. He wanted to continue to prove he could do a good job, and hoped learn more of the operations taking place within the crew.

The second day he started to earn money. He was given his first job of the day. Deliver a package to an important player in the underground world. Everything went to plan and there had been no issues. “Well that was easy.”

He was not that surprised with how quickly he was learning and earning money. He had never spent so long on land before but was starting to feel comfortable with not being in the ocean. This was the life he had chosen and he was determined carve a path for himself. He would not let anyone stand in his way of showing his worth to the crew.
 

Making his way back to the meeting location, he saw ducking and made his way over to him. Giving him the package that the person he had earlier gave to him, ducking looked up and smiled towards him, “Good work. I'm going to have you doing some harder jobs tomorrow though.” Leviathan smirked and set off towards the ocean, ready to consume some fish and pass out for the night.
 

Leviathan had turned up to meeting ducking to start his third days work. “Hey Leviathan, time to get you to work. You ready?” Leviathan nodded and awaited his instructions. “Good answer! Now, I need you to make your way to these locations and collect the winnings from our bookies. Do not take no for an answer from any of them. Ask them how much they have and if it does not match the figure I have put on the paper…. you know what I want you to do.” Ducking looked straight at Leviathan as he responded, “Consume their bodies and take the lot!” not the response ducking had expected but…. He quite liked it.

The first five locations had been no issue. They had handed the money over straight away and matched exactly what he had been told should be collected. It was when he arrived at his sixth location when the first problem occurred. “So, your telling me that your giving me $245 and that is the right amount? This will be the one and only time I ask you this question.” Leviathan was actually hoping they would stick to the sum of money he had just said, he really wanted to eat these humans. One of the men answered, “Yes you huge dumb fuck, are you a bit slow when it comes to hearing?” The other three men around the table laughed and then a huge grin came across Leviathan’s face, “Great answer!” He opened his huge mouth and swallowed them all in one go. He noticed a bookshelf with light appearing from around the sides. Quickly swiping it out of the way he found a safe. Lifting the safe high into the air, he let go and let it crash down to the floor. Smashes into pieces and there it was, $20,000. “Looks like I will be making the boss happy today.”

An hour later he met up with ducking and explained what had happened. Ducking was even more impressed when Leviathan handed over the whole $20,000. “You know, I had wondered if you would be honest enough to hand over the whole contents of that safe, or if you would have kept some for yourself.” He sniggered and Leviathan knew straight away this had been a test. Ducking knew exactly how much money would be inside that safe as he had been informed about it that very morning. “Great job though. I have another for you. I want you to pay a visit to the guy that lives at this address. Rough him up a little, not too much though!”

The address passed to Leviathan was not far away. Ten minutes later he was knocking on the door to the house. A man who looked to be in his early 40’s answered and immediately began to panic. Leviathan did not say a word, he slapped him once with his huge arm and knocked the man clean to the floor. The man screamed in agony and Leviathan turned and made his way back to see ducking.

“Now, you did listen to what I said and I’m not going to find out in a few hours that man has died choking on his own bloody, right?” ducking knew what the answer would be but wanted to make sure it was the answer he was expecting. “Nah boss, he’s going to be pretty sore, and I don’t think he’s going to be able to pull any women until the swelling goes down.” Ducking grinned and said, “Ok great, because I need to go and have a business meeting with him in two hours and you can come along as one of my bodyguards.” Leviathan got a little sweaty hoping that he had not hit the man too hard now. This would be a little embarrassing if he did kill him with that slap. But surely, he couldn’t have, the man was screaming?

Leviathan and ducking arrived at the back alley where they were due to meet the man Leviathan had hit earlier. There he was, scarf pulled up to cover most of his face. This would surely be an awkward greeting.

The next few days would be busy for Leviathan, as he had been called upon to take on more jobs for the crew. He was used to working long hours and never complained. He was loyal to the crew and he was going to get the job done. He had started to become involved with other operations the crew had going. Every chance he had to learn something new or be involved with new jobs he would immediately offer to help.

Late one night, he got a call from ducking. The crew needed him to take out a target that had become a threat to them. He didn't ask any questions, he just agreed and set off.

These next few days would be busy for Leviathan. He had to take out the target with no witnesses to ensure there would be no backlash due to his actions. He had to be careful, as he knew that the target was dangerous. He worked through the night and into the next day, tracking the target and planning out his attack. He was determined to get the job done, and done well. He had finally made his decision on the time and location. All he needed to do was to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. It had just gone passed midnight when he looked up and saw the target leaving the nightclub. He had already blocked off the left exit, so the target had to choice but to turn right and head down the alleyway. As soon as he turned around the sharp bend, Leviathan was waiting and quickly grabbed hold of the target by his head and lifted him into the air. He looked the target straight into the eyes and crushed his skull. The bonus for Leviathan being that he could just eat the body and no evidence of what had happened that night would be found.

For the next few days, Leviathan continued to take on jobs for the crew. He was getting to know them better and learning more about their operations. He was starting to understand why they were so successful. He was becoming part of the crew, and he was proud of that. He was making a name for himself, and he was proud of that too. He had gone from a freaky, fishy smelling ocean monster to a popular face around the crew.

 

Leviathan had been working tirelessly for the past six days, carrying out the dirty work of the mafia crew he had chosen only a few days ago to join. The damp streets of New York City had become his second home as he roamed from one job to another. Fatigue tugged at his weary body, but he never turned down a single task.

On a misty evening, Leviathan found himself standing outside an old warehouse, awaiting further instructions from his superiors. He had grown used to the eerie atmosphere that always accompanied their secretive dealings. However, tonight felt different somehow. As he stood there, lost in thought, a voice suddenly cut through the haze of his mind.

"Hey, kid," said a grizzled man with a scarred face leaning against the warehouse wall. "You look like you've seen better days." Leviathan turned to face the stranger, wary yet intrigued by his casual demeanour in such a dangerous neighbourhood. "I suppose you could say that," Leviathan replied cautiously. The scarred man smirked and pushed himself off the wall. "You're young and talented... I can see it in your eyes," he said cryptically. "But is this really where you belong? Carrying out orders for these low-life criminals?" Leviathan's curiosity piqued as he approached the stranger and leaned in closer. "Who are you?" he asked, lowering his voice. The man chuckled softly before responding, "Call me Reaper." Then, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, Reaper continued, "I've got an offer for you—one that could change everything."

Leviathan came to the surface with a huge smug grin. After only a short period of working for the mafia, he had finally become a Wise Guy. The honour was immense, and he knew that the opportunities that will now open up could become endless.

He decided that it was time to take on more responsibility within the crew. He knew that if he wanted to climb the ranks, he needed to prove himself as indispensable. He set off to meet his boss, ducking. As he stepped into the dimly lit office of ducking, he greeted the man with a respectful nod. "Boss," he said warmly. ducking looked up from his paperwork and smiled at Leviathan. "Levi, my boy. Congratulations on becoming a Wise Guy," he said with pride in his voice. "Thank you, boss," Leviathan replied gratefully. "I'm honoured to have this opportunity." "You deserve it," ducking stated firmly. "And now that you've earned your place among us, it's time for you to take on more responsibilities." Leviathan's eyes widened with anticipation. "What do you have in mind?" ducking leaned back in his chair and considered Leviathan for a moment before speaking again. "We're expanding our drug operations here in Queens," he revealed. "I want you to be the one to setup the new operation." Leviathan's heart skipped a beat at the enormity of the task presented to him. It was a chance to prove himself once more, and he would not allow anything to get in his way. "I won't let you down, boss," Leviathan spoke confidently.

With their conversation concluded, Leviathan left ducking's office and headed towards spacey's office—the crew leader. He wanted to discuss the details of exactly what he needed to do and ensure that everything went smoothly.

When he arrived to spacey's office, he knocked on the door and waited to be summoned inside. “Come in.” The voice was starting to become familiar to Leviathan now even though he had only spoken to spacey on a couple of occasions. This was his opportunity to make his mark and show everyone that he was worthy of his newfound position. He made his way into the office and began to explain to the boss his plans.

Leviathan had been working for the spacey family for some time now. He had been proving his loyalty and dedication to the crew. He had steadily climbed up the ranks, and his hard work had not gone unnoticed. One day, spacey, the leader of the family, called him in for a private meeting. Leviathan was nervous as he walked into spacey's office, wondering what he could have done wrong. But, to his surprise, spacey smiled warmly at him, offering him a seat. He explained to Leviathan that he was looking for a new Left Hand Man, as the previous one, Slade-Wilson, had been authorized to make his own crew in Los Angeles.

Spacey had picked Leviathan for the job as he quickly saw leadership skills and trustworthiness. Leviathan, who was thrilled to hear the news, thanked spacey for the opportunity and promised to serve him and the family with everything he had. This was a huge change for him to prove what he could do. After the conversation he made his way out of the office and was instantly greeted by one of the family members. “Hello, we have made arrangements for your office to be made ready and any requests you have please let me know.” The family member made his way out of the building and Leviathan stood for a few minutes to compose himself ready for what he was about to undertake.

After a few phone calls and a lot of hand shaking, Leviathan had arrived at his new office space and was introduced to the family members that he was now in charge of looking after. “Can you bring me a file of all information you have on the crew members that will be working with me daily, and also I currently have a huge addiction of coffee so I could kill for at least a galleons worth of coffee from the local café.” His assistant instantly turned and made his way out of the office and set off to fetch his new boss his order. Ten minutes later Leviathan had his coffee next to him and the file he had requested. He smiled as he knew they had already been given a heads up about his requests and spent the rest of the day reading through the documents to better understand everything he needed and wanted to know about the people he would be working with. He knew his workload was now going to increase massively but he was ready and willing to put in the hours needed for the good of the immediate family and the rest of New York.

Leviathan stood tall in the smoky, dimly lit room, the scent of cheap bourbon clinging to his clothes like a shadow. His dark, brooding eyes scanned the faces around him, taking in the crowded tables, the hushed conversations, and the faint whiff of desperation that permeated the air. He had clawed his way up from the grimy streets of Queens, and tonight, he finally stood on the precipice of something greater.

A figure approached from the shadows, the dim light casting elongated shadows on their face. It was Spacey, a seasoned mobster and the key to Leviathan's ascension. Weathered lines etched across his face, revealing a lifetime of ruthlessness and cunning. His gravelly voice cut through the room, smooth as velvet and sharp as a dagger. "Leviathan, tonight's the night," Spacey said, his voice laced with a mix of pride and caution. "I have watched you for some time now and I want a new addition to our family. You've proven yourself, kid. You're gonna be a Made Man." Leviathan's heart raced, his palms damp, as the weight of the moment settled upon his broad shoulders. The words echoed in his mind, drowning out the loud chatter and clinking of glasses. Becoming a Made Man was a one-way ticket to a life of power, privilege, and insurmountable danger, and Leviathan knew he had to tread carefully. "I'm ready, Spacey," Leviathan replied, his voice steady with determination. "Tell me what I gotta do." Spacey leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of caution and excitement. "There's a shipment arriving at the harbour tomorrow night. We need you to oversee the operation, and make sure everything goes smoothly. If you impress the Capo with your skills, you'll be in." Leviathan nodded, his mind already racing with plans and contingencies.

He would enter a world where loyalty was currency, where trust was scarce, and where betrayal lurked in every corner. But he was ready, ready to carve his name into the history of organized crime, ready to embrace the darkness that lay within him.

Leviathan had been a Made Man for three days. He had succeeded in every task assigned to him by the crew, proving his loyalty and cunning. Today was the day he would finally become a Capo, a position of power and respect in the underworld of New York.

Leviathan entered the dimly lit bar where the ceremony would take place. The room was filled with tension, and the air was heavy with the scent of cigars and whiskey. As he walked towards the group of high-ranking mobsters, his heart pounded in his chest. "Leviathan, my boy," a gravelly voice called out. It was Spacey, his mentor and the one who had vouched for his entry into the family. Spacey was a seasoned Don, adorned with gold rings and a menacing aura. "You've shown great promise and loyalty," Spacey continued, placing a firm hand on Leviathan's shoulder. "Today, you will become a Capo. But remember, with power comes responsibility." Leviathan's eyes gleamed with excitement as he clasped hands with Spacey. "Thank you, Spacey. I won't let you down. I'll be the best Capo this crew has ever seen."

The ceremony began, with the crew gathered around a grand oak table. Spacey, the boss, stood at the head, his presence commanding and his eyes sharp. He looked at Leviathan, a mix of approval and scepticism in his gaze. "Now, Leviathan, you will prove yourself," Spacey declared. "We have received information about a rival gang planning an attack tonight. Your task is to foil their plans and bring me their leader. Can you handle it?" Leviathan's chest swelled with confidence. "Consider it done."

Night fell, and Leviathan moved through the streets of Queens like a shadow. He had spotted the rival gang members gathering in an abandoned warehouse. Determined and calculating, he planned his every move. As Leviathan entered the warehouse, he sensed a trap. Guns cocked, ready to fire. Sweat trickled down his forehead as the tension in the room peaked. "You're outnumbered, Leviathan," the rival gang leader sneered, a wicked smile on his face. "Surrender now, and we might let you walk away." Leviathan's eyes narrowed, and a sly grin formed on his face. "I didn't come here for a negotiation... I came for blood." A fierce shoot-out ensued, echoing through the empty halls. The air was thick with gun smoke, and the walls trembled with the force of the confrontation. Leviathan's skills were unmatched, his every move a ballet of violence. With each shot fired, he closed in on the rival gang leader.

Finally, the room fell silent, except for the laboured breathing of the defeated gang members. Leviathan stood tall, triumphant, as he held the rival leader by the collar. "I'll make sure Spacey knows who won't be a threat any more." Leviathan proclaimed, his voice filled with authority.

The next day, Leviathan returned to the crew, basking in the glory of his success. Spacey's eyes filled with pride as he shook Leviathan's hand. "You've proven yourself, my boy," Spacey said. "You're a true Capo now. But don't forget, power can sometimes consume a man. Stay true to who you are." With the power and respect of a Capo, Leviathan had reached the upper echelons of the mob. But he would always remember Spacey's words, to never let the darkness of his world tarnish the person he was inside. Years later, when he looked back on that fateful night, Leviathan knew it was the turning point of his life. It was the night he became a legend in the shadows of New York, forever etching his name in the annals of the underworld.

Leviathan had spent some time now climbing the ranks in the mafia, finally attaining the position of Capo. He now had his own crew to oversee, a small group of loyal men who would follow him to the ends of the earth. Together, they worked tirelessly on high-stakes business deals, their activities bringing in a steady stream of cash for their family.

Among his crew was Spacey, his mentor and guide, the man who had propelled him to his current position. Leviathan admired Spacey's shrewdness and wit, his ability to navigate through the treacherous underworld of organized crime. Spacey had always been there for him, offering guidance and valuable advice. Their bond was unbreakable. One day, while meeting with his crew, Leviathan received an urgent call from JimmyNapoli, a respected member of the mafia. He had obtained crucial information about a rival gang's secret weapon stash, hidden away in an old warehouse across town. This discovery presented an opportunity to cripple their rivals and establish their own dominance.

Leviathan gathered his crew and discussed the plan in hushed tones as they drove through the bustling streets of New York City. FastFingerFreddy, the crew's master of deception, suggested a distraction to draw any attention away from their operation. The tension rose as plans were finalized, their excitement building. As night fell, their plan was put into motion. They stealthily navigated through the shadows, their steps barely making a sound. Leviathan's heart pounded in his chest, his mind focused on the upcoming encounter. They entered the warehouse, weapons at the ready, prepared for any resistance. But as they approached the stash, they realized their rival gang had been tipped off. They were ambushed, outnumbered, and outgunned. Panic consumed them, and Leviathan's crew scattered in disarray. Bullets flew through the air, shattering crates and piercing the silence. Leviathan found himself face to face with a heavily armed opponent, his life flashing before his eyes. The scent of gunpowder filled the air, and sweat trickled down his forehead. In a moment of clarity, he knew that he couldn't let his crew down, that he had to fight until his last breath. Determination ignited within him as he engaged in a fierce struggle. In a whirlwind of violence, Leviathan's instincts took over. He dodged bullets and retaliated with precision, his movements fluid and calculated. The sound of gunshots echoed through the warehouse, adding to the chaos.

Finally, Leviathan gained the upper hand, overpowering his adversary and emerging victorious. Breathing heavily, he surveyed the wreckage of the warehouse, his crew slowly regrouping around him. They were battered and bruised, but alive. With fire in their eyes, they knew they had overcome a great challenge, cementing their strength and loyalty to each other. Leviathan glanced at Spacey, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They had faced a crisis, but their bond had held strong. With their rival gang defeated and their own reputation strengthened, they had triumphed against all odds.

The crew reconvened at their hideout, nursing their wounds and indulging in well-deserved celebration. As the night wore on, they recounted their battle stories, their laughter filling the room. Leviathan knew that this experience had only solidified the unbreakable bond they shared, making them a force to be reckoned with in the dangerous world they inhabited. In the days that followed, life returned to a somewhat normal routine. The crew resumed their high-stakes dealings, but now there was an air of confidence and invincibility about them. They had faced a crisis and survived, emerging from the flames stronger than ever. Leviathan couldn't help but reflect on how far he had come. From a lowly soldier, he had risen to become a Capo with a crew he trusted implicitly. And he owed it all to his mentor, Spacey, whose guidance had been invaluable. He knew that as long as Spacey was by his side, they would continue to conquer whatever challenges came their way. Together, they were an unstoppable force - a brotherhood forged in the fires of the criminal underworld. And with every passing day, they grew closer, their bond unyielding, their lives forever intertwined.

Leviathan had been working for the families of New York City for some time now. Taking on difficult tasks and always completing them with the utmost loyalty and discretion. He had become a trusted member of the family and had earned the respect of the Don, Spacey. He had never thought he would rise up the ranks as fast as he had.

He was called into the Don's office one day and given the news that he was being promoted to the position of Consigliere. Spacey was clearly proud of Leviathan's hard work and loyalty, and he made sure to remind him that it was because of this that he was chosen. “Be in no doubt though my friend, now you are going to be tested in ways you could never imagine. Your actions will either raise this family to even greater heights, or be it's downfall if you make the wrong decision.” Spacey paused, took a swig of his whiskey and continued, “But I would not be giving you this title if I did not believe you were capable of make the right decisions.”

Leviathan was both excited and a bit intimidated by the promotion, but he knew that he was ready for the challenge. He thanked Spacey for the opportunity and promised to spend every waking moment to increase the influence of their great family. He would continue to work hard to protect the Don and the other members of the families, and he knew he would now be consulted for advice on important matters more than ever before. He had come a long way from his humble beginnings, and he knew that he owed it all to Spacey's trust and faith in him.

Leviathan stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixed on the contract spread before him. His heart raced with anticipation as he traced a finger along the words, feeling both the weight and potential of the deal that lay within his grasp. This had been his grand plan, the culmination of countless sleepless nights and dangerous alliances. And now, the moment had arrived. FastFingerFreddy, Leviathan's most trusted accomplice, leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes flickered with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "This is it, boss," he said, his voice low and raspy. "We've come so far." Leviathan nodded, his expression one of determination. "We've put everything into this, Freddy. It's time to make our move and secure our future."

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, the door swung open, revealing JimmyNapoli, a wiry man with a sharp wit. "Hey, boss," he panted, gasping for breath. "We got a problem. Tony's onto us. He knows about the deal." A chill ran down Leviathan's spine. Tony, the notorious mafia boss, was not one to be crossed. Leviathan clenched his fists, his mind racing with possibilities. "How did he find out?" JimmyNapoli shrugged, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "Nobody's sure, boss. But he's gathering his crew, ready to wipe us out." Leviathan's eyes narrowed, his voice filled with resolve. "We can't let him stop us. Rally the men. We're going to finish this deal, no matter the cost." The room erupted into a frenzy of action as Leviathan's crew prepared for the impending clash. They armed themselves with determination, knowing that the stakes were higher than ever before.

The streets of Queens would soon become a battlefield, the clash of power echoing through the night. Under the cover of darkness, the two crews collided in a flurry of gunfire and fists. Blood stained the pavement as Leviathan and Tony locked eyes, both fuelled by a hunger for power. The fight raged on, each punch and shot echoing through the streets of New York. In the chaos, Leviathan found himself face to face with Tony. The air crackled with tension as they circled each other, their eyes never leaving the other's gaze. "You're finished, Leviathan," Tony growled, his voice filled with venom. "Your empire ends tonight." Leviathan's lips curled into a smile, defiance sparkled in his eyes. "Not while I still breathe," he spat, launching himself at Tony with a fierce determination. Blow after blow landed, the sound of bone meeting bone filled the night air. As the final punch connected, Tony's body crumpled to the ground. Leviathan stood victorious, his breath ragged, blood dripping from his bruised knuckles. The crew cheered, their victory punctuated by the ambiance of sirens wailing in the distance.

Weeks passed, and the streets of Queens returned to their quiet hum. Leviathan sat in his lavish office, the contract resting on his desk. The deal had been secured, the millions pouring in, and his empire growing stronger with each passing day. He leaned back in his chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. But as the room fell silent, a question crept into Leviathan's mind. At what cost had this victory come? Was it the money and power he craved or something deeper? In the end, it didn't matter. For in his kingdom, Leviathan reigned supreme. The lessons learned on the bloody streets of New York would forever guide him as he navigated the treacherous world of power and ambition. And so, the city's underworld continued to thrive, its secrets buried beneath layers of smoke and darkness, while Leviathan remained the untouchable king.

Leviathan rushed out of his bed and quickly as he heard gunshots raining out. As he glanced out of his window, he could see chaos unfolding on the streets below. Buildings were ablaze, and people were running in every direction. He grabbed his phone and dialled JimmyNapoli. "Jimmy, what the hell is going on out there?" Leviathan shouted into the phone. "Man, the boss, Spacey has been shot. The whole city is turning to hell," JimmyNapoli replied, his voice filled with panic. Leviathan's heart sank. Spacey had been like a father to him, and now he had to step up and protect the family business. "Gather our crew, Jimmy. We need to get everyone to safety. And make sure all our assets are protected." "I'm on it," JimmyNapoli said, determination replacing the panic in his voice. Leviathan hung up and rushed down to his underground garage. He climbed into his sleek black car and sped through the chaotic streets, dodging flaming debris and gunfire.

He arrived at the hideout, where FastFingerFreddy and the rest of the crew were waiting. "What's the plan?" FastFingerFreddy asked, his fingers itching for action. "We'll split into small teams and secure the family's businesses. We can't let them fall into the wrong hands," Leviathan replied, his voice steady despite the chaos outside. As the crew dispersed, Leviathan moved to the rooftop, gazing at the burning city below. He knew that this was just the beginning of a long and bloody battle. But he was ready to fight and protect everything the Don had built.

Many, many phone calls later, the hard working crew members had secured all of the families assets and had protection details on all business fronts. They still had no idea as to the cause of what had gone wrong, but they were determined to ensure the families assets and cash were protected, as they knew that these chaotic times can lead to members trying to make a power grab. The time for mourning would have to come at a later date. For now, strong character and level headed thinking was needed.

Leviathan stood at the train station, he was both excitement and nervous. After spending a long time working for the powerful families of New York, he had decided it was time to expand his businesses to Philadelphia. It was a bold move, but he knew it was the right one. He had already said his goodbyes to his boss, Spacey, who had been like a mentor to him. He had given Leviathan his blessing to start his next adventure in Philly.

As the train pulled into the station, Leviathan took a deep breath and stepped aboard. The journey was uneventful and before he knew it, he had arrived in Philadelphia. Stiffler, his new boss, met him at the station. "Leviathan, welcome to Philadelphia," Stiffler greeted him with a firm handshake. "I've heard great things about you. I hope you're ready to hit the ground running." Leviathan smiled, feeling the weight of the city's potential on his shoulders. "I am more than ready, Stiffler. I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time." With that, they both got into Stiffler's car and drove to Leviathan's new office. The building was impressive, a testament to the success that awaited him in this city. Leviathan couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence as he prepared to take on the challenges ahead.

Over the next few weeks, Leviathan threw himself into his work, meeting with potential clients and forging new connections. His reputation as a trustworthy and reliable businessman quickly spread, and soon, his business flourished. So far everything had worked out without any major issues. He sat in his office, staring out into the vast buildings in sight, hoping that these busy but safe days would last for many years to come. For now, he had to concentrate on earning his new family the cash they needed to ensure they kept everyone within the organisation happy and well paid. Looking back which felt like a life time ago, Leviathan remembered his humble beginnings when he first ever caught the interest of ducking, in Queens, to now having his own crew members to look after, and quite a ranging set of businesses that he had been put in charge of running.

Leviathan stepped out of his sleek black car, the engine still purring behind him. It had been a long and hard-working week, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him like a vice. He ran a hand through his dark, slicked-back hair, tiredness etched into the lines of his face. As he walked towards the old rundown warehouse, his thoughts churned with the task at hand.

The family had called upon him to eliminate a target who had been threatening their interests. It was business, nothing personal, but he still felt a heavy burden on his shoulders. Tony, his right-hand man, approached him, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes held a mischievous glint, a sharp contrast to the gravity of the situation. "Boss, we've got the target cornered inside. Came easy, didn't put up much of a fight." Leviathan nodded, his eyes scanning the area, alert for any sign of trouble. "Good. I don't want any mess. We need this to be clean, Tony. No loose ends." Tony smirked, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "You know me, boss. I always deliver." Together, they pushed open the creaky door of the warehouse. The air inside was musty, a forgotten scent of rotting wood and stale cigars. They moved cautiously, their footsteps barely making a sound on the neglected floor. In the dimness, a figure emerged from the shadows, his voice trembling with fear. "Please, you don't have to do this. I can make things right, I swear." Leviathan's gaze hardened, a glacial chill settling into his bones. "You had your chance to make things right. You crossed the line, and now you'll pay the price." The man pleaded desperately, his eyes wide with terror. "I have a family, a daughter. Please, show mercy." Leviathan's conscience stirred within him, a flicker of doubt. But he quickly suppressed it, reminding himself of the cold reality of his world. "Mercy is a luxury I can't afford. There are consequences to our actions, and you've reached the end of the line." Tony stepped forward, his hand resting on the handle of his concealed weapon. "Boss, let's get this done." Leviathan squared his shoulders, a steely determination in his gaze. "No mistakes, Tony. Make sure it is quick and quiet. I want this messed cleaned up straight away and there is to be no comebacks! Understood?!” Tony nodded to show his understanding and Leviathan made his way outside, only to hear the sound of a single gunshot as he reached the exit. Not a single noise could be heard. As always, Tony had delivered.

One sunny morning, Leviathan received a message summoning him to the office of his boss, the enigmatic and powerful Godfather Stiffler. As he made his way through the dimly lit corridors of the expansive headquarters, Leviathan's mind raced with thoughts of what this meeting could mean.

Arriving at the imposing double doors of Stiffler's office, Leviathan took a deep breath and entered cautiously. The room was adorned with expensive artwork and furnished with lavish furniture, but the air was tense, filled with an ambiance of both authority and secrecy.

Godfather Stiffler, a stout man with a piercing gaze, motioned for Leviathan to enter the room and to take a seat at the front of his huge oak desk. Leviathan took a quick gulp and made his way to sit down. “Now, do you want to explain to me why you are here?” Stiffler glared straight into the eyes of Leviathan, not showing any emotion at all. “Genuinely Boss, I have no idea. I have been trying to think of something I have done wrong but I ha...” Stiffler laughed and interrupted, “You haven't managed to come out with anything... This is because you have of course, done nothing wrong. At which point since you have been working for this family have you ever made a mistake?” Stiffler chuckled again and waited for Leviathan to respond. “Well I did think the same, but I actually thought I might have made a mistake and I was rattling my brain to remember what I might have missed. So what is it you need from me?” Leviathan felt less anxious, but was still slightly worried as to what the request would be. “Oh old friend do not panic, today is going to be a great day. Your hard work and loyalty as been noticed by our entire family and it is with great joy and happiness that I can be the one to confirm that from this moment you will now be promoted to the rank of Don. Congratulations and I look forward to many more years of you and me working together.” Leviathan was stunned. He had already been progressing up the ranks since joining this underground world and had not expected when he first set off on this career that he would ever make the rank of Don. “Boss, it is a massive honour and privileged that you have considered me for this rank. I will of course, work my absolute ass off to improve on every aspect of my abilities and will do whatever it takes to keep our family safe.” He nodded to Stiffler and began to rise from the seat. “We already know you will, that's why it was not a hard decision for us to get to this point of having this exact conversation. Now, that's two new Don's in one day for our family. Get out there and grab some more crew members and set them to work.”

Under the dimly lit street lamp, Leviathan, a smooth-talking Don for the powerful Stiffler mafia family, smoked his cigar, contemplating the task at hand. He had been ordered to eliminate a rival gang that had long plagued his family's businesses. With steely determination, he had meticulously planned the operation, and now the time had come to strike. Summoning his trusted lieutenant, Tony, Leviathan leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tony, the moment has arrived. Gather ten of our best men and prepare for tonight. We'll rid this city of those pests once and for all." Tony nodded, his face masked by shadows. "Consider it done, boss. We'll meet at the warehouse at midnight."

Night fell over the city like a heavy cloak, concealing their intentions. Leviathan's heart pounded with anticipation as he navigated the labyrinthine streets, his crew quietly following his lead. They moved with precision, leaving no room for mistakes. As they reached the rival gang's hideout, the air was thick with tension and the distant sounds of a jazz band drifted through the night. Leviathan's narrowed eyes surveyed the surroundings, his mind calculating every possible scenario. "Alright, boys," Leviathan's voice boomed softly, commanding attention. "Remember the plan. We move in, swiftly and silently. Leave no evidence, no survivors." The crew exchanged glances, their fingers twitching next to concealed weapons. The final nod from their leader signalled their readiness. Silently, like graceful shadows, they infiltrated the hideout, the darkness working to their advantage. The chaos erupted. Gunshots echoed through the building, splintering wood and shattering glass. The rival gang fought back, but they were no match for Leviathan's relentless determination. Minutes turned into hours as the battle raged on, the deafening sound of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder permeating the air. Leviathan's blood ran hot, his senses heightened, as he fought with unmatched ferocity. Finally, the last adversary fell, his body crumpling to the ground like a discarded rag doll. Exhausted but victorious, Leviathan surveyed the scene, the realization of his triumph washing over him. As the dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight started to paint the sky in hues of gold and orange. The city lay still.

As he looked around, he realised that three of his most trusted friends and families members had fallen during the fighting. One of which, Tony. These two had been together since Leviathan first stepped foot onto these shores and he knew that this was one person that he would not be able to replace easily. He began to load his fallen comrades into the van outside and made his way back to HQ. There he planned to give these three great souls the send off that they deserved.

Leviathan sat in the dimly lit office of Stiffler, the godfather of the family. The room smelled of cigar smoke and old whiskey, blending with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses coming from the other rooms. "It had been a busy week," Leviathan said, leaning back in the plush leather chair. "I've been visiting a lot of the family's businesses, going over the books. Everything seems to be in order, but I want to make sure the cash flow is still working in our interest." Stiffler nodded, his eyes darting to a stack of papers on the desk. "Very well, Leviathan. I trust your judgment. Keep an eye on things, but don't let anyone catch onto what we're doing." Leviathan smirked. "Of course, boss. You can count on me." Suddenly, the office door swung open, and StifflersMama, Stiffler's right-hand Woman, entered the room. She was holding a newspaper, her face pale with concern. "Boss, we've got a problem," StifflersMama said, handing the newspaper to Stiffler. "The police have been cracking down on our operations. They're getting too close." Stiffler scanned the headline with growing frustration. "Damn it!" he exclaimed. "We can't afford to lose our businesses, our connections." Leviathan interjected. "Maybe it's time we relocate, find a new place for our operations to continue.” The three of them looked at each other. Leviathan was first to speak, “I know just the place.” He grinned and began to make his way out of the room. “As always, I trust your decision and I know you will do the best for the family.” Stiffler spun round in his chair to look out of the window.

In the dimly lit basement, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation. Leviathan, a gigantic being in a sharp suit, leaned against the wall. His cold gaze fixed on Frank, a young boxer with an impressive knockout record. The sound of leather gloves hitting the punching bag filled the room. Leviathan, the now Don of Godfather Stiffler crew, had been entrusted with an important task - securing Frank's signature to ensure the family's profits would reach new heights. His loyalty had always been unwavering, a trait well-known within the organization. Not afraid to get his hands dirty, he had silenced many rivals with brutal efficiency. As Frank's punches echoed through the basement, Leviathan stepped forward. His ice-cold voice sliced through the air, "Frank, my boy. You've got quite the talent there." Frank paused, his eyes narrowing at the imposing figure before him. "Who the hell are you?" Leviathan smirked, the glint of amusement in his eyes. "They call me Leviathan. I've come to make a proposition, kid. Sign with me, and I’ll make sure you swim in gold." Frank chuckled, a deep rumble echoing in his throat. "Why would I sign with the likes of you? I've got my own plans." Leviathan's smile widened, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. "You see, Frank, in this world, it's either sink or swim. And with the Stiffler family backing you, you'll become a champion, both inside and outside the ring." Frank paused, contemplating the offer. The promise of wealth and success danced enticingly before his eyes. "What's the catch?" Frank asked, a hint of caution lacing his voice. Leviathan's eyes glinted with mischief. "No catch, my friend. Just a small favour now and then, in exchange for riches beyond your wildest dreams." Frank's gaze hardened. "Alright then, Leviathan. Consider me intrigued. Let's see how deep these waters go." As Leviathan extended his hand, sealing their deal, a sinister smile crept across his face. The future of both men would soon be intertwined, their fates sealed in blood and gold. And in the darkness of that basement, the symphony of violence and ambition began its crescendo.

Leviathan paced back and forth in the smoky room, his mind swirling with potential opponents for Frank. It was time to get his protege another shot at the title, but choosing the right fighter was crucial. He needed someone who could provide a challenge yet ensure Frank's victory. As he contemplated, Stiffler's voice boomed from the doorway. "Levi, my boy, it's time to make your move. That fighter better be a real gem, ya hear?" Leviathan glanced at the older man, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Don't worry, boss. I've got it all under control." Just then, Frankie the Fist, there new prized fighter barged into the room. "Ya got somethin' for me, Levi?" He growled, eyeing the stack of contracts on the table. Leviathan pushed Frankie's contract across the table, his voice dripping with confidence. "I've got you a real contender, Frankie. Tommy 'The Tank' Thompson. He's tough, but I reckon you can take him down." Frankie looked over the contract, his lips curling into a sly grin. "Yeah? Well, I'm ready for whoever stands in my way. This Thompson guy ain't got nothin' on me." Leviathan chuckled, slapping Frankie on the back. "That's the spirit, Frankie. You'll knock 'em dead." With the fights arranged, the stage was set for the battle of the century. The roar of the crowd echoed through the smoky arena, anticipation crackling in the air. It was time for Frank to prove his mettle, and with Leviathan and Stiffler by his side, victory was within reach.

As the bell rang, signalling the start of the fight, the room erupted in cheers. It was a pivotal moment for Frank. Would he rise to the occasion or crumble under the pressure? Only time would tell. Ding! Ding! The room trembled with excitement, and the fight began. Frankie bared his teeth, exchanging blows with Tommy 'The Tank' Thompson. "Is that all ya got, Tommy boy?" Tommy grunted, swinging a powerful punch. "You ain't seen nothin' yet. I'll send you back to that shit hole you call home in a god damn wheelchair!” The fight continued and both fighters had started to take big hits. By the 9^th round, Frankie rolled his shoulder to dodge a heavy punch from Tommy, he readjusted his body and sent a huge uppercut straight into Tommy's chin. Tommy fell backwards instantly and hit the desk, the crowd erupting with cheers. “1...2...3” the match referee began counting. There were no signs of movement at all from Tommy. “8...9...10, DING! DING! That was it, Frankie had done what they all knew he could. What a fantastic first fight under his new management. The crowds chanted, “Frankie, Frankie, Frankie.” This would only be the start of his journey to become champion. One step closer to their sole focus.