It all started when my great great great great great grandfather first came to these lands. He knew nothing of this place and did what he could just to survive. Stealing purses, cars, and wallets. He quickly became known as a criminal. But like other ignorant criminals, he died quickly. A few generations later a man walked the streets by the name of Mickey. He was my great great great great great, well I don't know how many greats, grandfather and was the first to make a name for our family. He found some people that took him in and taught him everything he needed to know in order to live good, not just survive. These people took him in as if he were family. They quickly became his family. He served under a good family, good leader. I can't remember the story exactly but I do believe it was a family ran in Los Angeles and the boss was a Mr. Neri. Anyways, he worked his tail off day after day to make it in his new family lifestyle. It did not end there though, the family broke up for a while as the boss had to leave town and hide. No one knew where or how long it would be. Mickey came across an empty warehouse one day when an old man offered him a price he just couldn't refuse. Mickey took that offer in a heart beat. Now he had a real family, he was able to take people in and help them just as his family did him. It worked good for a bit before Mickey was finally gunned down by a destructive man on a rampage.

Mickey's son was so full of anger and hatred for the random killer who had no reason to kill he decided to choose his own path. Fuck following the rules, and fuck family. His son, who went by the name of Mickey The Sicilian, feared nothing and never looked back. His head was strong but stubborn. He didn't care who he hurt in the way but he was bound to become the most powerful killer around. He trained for what seemed like years before meeting up with another family. It was the same family his father once lived under. Old man, Mr. Neri was a boss once again. He moved to Atlanta though and soon after to New York City. Mickey The Sicilian, knowing he was exceptionally good at killing, decided there was no harm in joining a family for extra protection and could possibly make a good career with his skills. He too worked like his father before him, Mickey, and met some new people. Mickey The Sicilian talked to these people every day and quickly became close friends with a couple of them. They said they had an underground group and housing under Mr. Neri for reasons I don't know. Mickey The Sicilian still had the crazed look in his eyes to kill. He traveled the country from city to city pickin people off like it was nothing. He became so good at killing no one ever saw him. Soon he was making a living by this and making a good dollar might I add. The list was long, so long it drove him more. He knows a guy named Paulo who has over two hundred kills, so the rumor has it. The record must be broken. Every day He would set out early for the secret killing spree and every day he was getting closer and closer to that rumored count. One day while training he thought he was ready for something more. Screw the count, he wanted something more important. A friend was heading to Chicago to kill a boss, a Capo. Now I know what you're thinking, 'oh wow a Capo', well back then it was a big deal to be a Capo, not many roamed the streets. Mickey The Sicilian joined his friend and took the first flight to Chicago. When they arrived his friend shot twice nailing two bodyguards before he was shot himself. There was no time to waste, Mickey The Sicilian fired away with no hesitation. The fight went on for what seemed like hours. The last two shots fired, "POW POW."

Silence.

There, on the ground lie both of the corpses surrounded by ten to fifteen bodyguard. Mickey The Sicilian did it. The job was completed even though his own life was taken. There lie Mickey The Sicilian and Angel Islington. Angel was a leader of a known family The Gap. Shortly after the death of the two, the killing spree continued with the other members of the underground group. In a matter of minutes the whole family under Angel was dead. Mickey The Sicilian had led a gruesome and selfish life but it paid for his future family bloodline. Mickey The Sicilian did such a good job his son, Semyon, was offered into the underground group.

Now Semyon was not as vicious as his father, but a very gifted killer indeed. Semyon spent most of his days training and making money rather than killing. His mind was smarter and learning from his father how to kill well, he knew he could make more money than the average man. Day after day went past until one day came and an opportunity had come up. Once in a life time opportunity, he knew he could handle it too. The richest man in the country was said to have lost his protection behind politics and became a criminal. That meant fair game. This man owned all the casinos around and could probably have controlled a lot more than he did if he would have played his cards right.

Semyon found himself on top of a roof later that night waiting for this rich man to come out of the casino he owned. A little white man walked out of the building and Semyon knew it was him. He glanced down at the picture to double check, looking back up to the man to match it up. He places the gun in front of his eye, aiming, taking his time. This is what all the training and waiting was for. He aims, "POW POW." There lies the man, dead. This man had no family, no children. So the businesses were left to no one and went up for auction. On the cold, now wet with blood, cement, laid the man well known as Lil Rabbit. The underground group Semyon was with quickly grabbed up on the establishments and life started getting good. No longer did anyone have to worry about money. Semyon ran wild with the underground group for a long time and to this day I do not know how he died or why. It is said he just disappeared one day.

*Looks up to the people who are listening*

Today, I stand merely a family oriented man. Yes, still a little crazy when it comes to guns, but not as thoughtless or careless as my ancestors. I have learned from all their mistakes and here I stand today. I'm sure we all have stories like this. I mean, everyone started somewhere right?

*Claps his hands*

Jimmy stand in the back listening to the man's story

" You are something else kid, fresh off the boat giving speeches like this, meet me in the Hq bar, I have somethign for you"

Jimmy tips his hat to the man and walks off.