Robinson grabbed the local paper off his office desk, turning it over in his fingers to scan the front cover.

DON ROBINSON RETURNS TO SOUTH SIDE!

That hadn't taken long, word had spread like wildfire. Robinson had come up in Chicago, growing from a simple associate, a hand, and soon; running his own branch of The Saint’s. He poured himself a large whiskey as he stood at the window.

Robinson’s life had been in a bit of a whirlwind. After the madness of last weekend, he’d found himself a lot busier than usual. He’d had to scramble around giving orders to the movers, getting things in the correct place and cleaning up around the old, run down building. It’d once been some type of pub or tavern. Now, it’d been rebuilt and modernized, soon to be reopened as the next Saintville HQ.

Of course, Robinson hadn't told anybody as of yet, wanting to avoid rushing things or causing gossip around Chicago. Soon, he would be returning to South Side as the newest Chicago crew leader… the Leader of "Saints of La Famiglia".

None of this is possible without the trust of @Yurei_Iskra and @Jeffrey_Lebowski. Raising a glass in their name, he downed the drink before setting the glass aside. He grabbed his coat, flung it around his shoulders and left the building. 

Time for the hard work to begin. 

Chicago has a new crew leader.

Robinson at the head of the Saints of La Famiglia.