It was a casual day, The wind was blowing slightly, He pulled a cigarette out of his coat, Then proceeded to pull out a lighter he looked down at it noticing the words engraved on it, It read KingDemon - The Bold Will Always Be Rewarded. He loved that saying as a kid King always asked his father how will you be rewarded if you fail? His father always gave a laugh and ruffled his hair and told him, It doesnt matter if you fail as long as you failed doing what you believed in, Then and only then will failure reward you in the afterlife. King sits back against the wall lighting his cigarette thinking about the past.

King took his fathers words to heart, He grew up in the streets of New York with his father training every day, the only time King wasnt working out was when he was planning a heist or beating up some schlub who owed him money. A monster they called him, He didnt mind it though in fact he loved being called a monster, It didnt take him long to build up a reputation for himself, At the age of 15 he was beating up everyone who looked at him wrong, At 17 he did his first truck heist and ever since then hes been looking for the next thrill.

He went to his fathers house after his first truck heist, He found him laying there in his bed laying in his own blood, A single shot to the head, King started crying and started to walk out the door  until he noticed a gun and a note on the night stand, He opened the note and read, 

KingDemon If you are reading this then that means i am dead, Dont cry as this is the way of the mafia you know that, I want you totake the money in the secret box and my trusty colt a friend gave to the first of our bloodline, Find a family and make me proud son.

After King read the note and grabbed his fathers gun he wiped the tears away and went outside to do as his father told him to, He started doing the big jobs, Bank robbery's, Jail breaks, Pushing illegal gambling. He was up for anything dangerous that would make others notice him, It wasnt long before people started taking notice, He joined Scott-Weiland and started doing some work for him, King liked the Don the moment he had talked to him a straightforward and friendly man, King hadnt talked to many leaders like him, But then again he was just a wiseguy.

King stops thinking of the  past as the wind had gotten colder, He stood up and started walking back to his apartment looking around making sure he wasnt being followed, He  reached his apartment, Not the best looking of places definately not the worst however, King walked inside took off his coat and placed it on the rack, He went and took a seat pulling out the colt he looked at it and knew he would make his father proud, he would follow in the footsteps of a man who knew what  must be done.