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This is my story.... a true story.
This happened not too long ago, when I had first achieved the rank of capo. Nerves on edge, lack of sleep, a city
I was unfamiliar with... all came to play. It shows how much effort we really must put in. On simple mistake can
cause a avalance of problems.
What the fuck is he talking about, you must be thinking. Mistakes. That's what im talking about. Getting your job
done without making any mistakes. I made my first mistake just a few years back, I'm lucky to still be around.
At least the 9 years of solid work I had put in allowed for me to have a second chance. That and the fact
that I was the GodFathers left hand man, and a childhood friend. I spent a 5 year stint locked up. Didn't
make any deals, kept my mouth shut. Most people don't.
I was a freshly promoted Capo. It was just the day before that the Godfather himself moved me up. That was one
night of partying. I swear, every fucking wise guy and up in LA made sure that 2-3 of their best girls made sure to
take care of me.
It was already 5am, and I had a flight to Chicago at 8am. Fuckin hell. If I go to sleep now, there's no way I'm
making my flight. Some shmcuk out of towner from chicago had put a number on one of my girls. Messed her face up bad.
She was useless to me now. I couldn't let him get away with that.
I had a buddy of mine in LA speak to a friend of ours in Chicago who knew the mark. He told me where and when I could
find this guy. He apparently likes to eat at a certain diner everyday at 4 PM. 4 pm is a shit time. It's now
12:30 pm. I can't sleep now, but I can barely keep my eyes open. Whatever, I can manage...
Now let met tell you something about Chicago. You bette make sure you don't carry too much cash on you. Hands wander
over there... something I had to find out the hard way. A guy in a long black black trenchcoat and a black
fedora with a white stripe picked me clean. I got a good look at the guy, but with only 20 minutes untill I had
to get to my destination, I figured ide eat up the loss. Ide waste too much time trying to swipe my money back.
I arrive at my destination, with the image of the man in the long black trenchcoat and fedora still on my mind.
I shouldn't be thinking of him, I should be thinking of the weasel looking fuck who messed up Candee.
Well.. needless to say, apparently that pickpocket likes to eat at that same diner.
I'm sure you guys can see where this is going....
4:00pm rolls around, the diner is still empty... Nobody has come in...
Is this a trap? Did this "friend of ours" have some beef? Why is this diner still empty??
My eyes are closing... I noticed the diner had a bell that rang when i walked in. Perfect, ill just rest my eyes...
untill the bell rings.... just... for... a few seconds.. .just.. rest.. my..ey...
RING RING...
I open my eyes to a black trenchcoat and black fedora, my target, Within a second, i jump out of my seat and pull
out my piece and fire a shot. At the precise second I pulled the trigger, it hit me.
Black trenchcoat.... thats not my target.. that's the guy who picked my pockets....
Luckily for him and myself, his bodygaurd pulled him back and the bullet missed....
A bodygaurd? who was this guy?
JamesTerranova, a protected Boss of The Renaissance!
He was the "friend of ours". He wanted to come in and let me know that my target was.... dealt with on the way
to the diner.
It all made sense now.... He knew where I was... He knew where I had to be.. He knew he could pick my pockets
without any worries because i had a place to be. What he didn't know was my lack of sleep and state of mind.
Well... amazingly enough, im alive here today. $1,000,000 poorer, and lost my left hand status for a while..
Had to re-earn it with solid work.
I should be dead, but i'm not, and for that I am thankful.
Oh, and I now have a good friend and contact in Chicago. His name is James Terranova.
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