Seven years. That's how long it's been since what happened. Ever since, I joined this 'thing of ours'.

At first, I was just a low life thief, doing nothing but stealing purses and coning assholes to give me their money. I had to live in a crappy apartment. I changed my name, I made a fake ID, I did everything to make sure the cops couldn't find me.   I was always on the run, though.

The hunt for me ended after a year. I was safe, could roam the streets a little more calmly. But I never really felt safe, I still felt like I was in danger. I thought that maybe Giovanni's gang or Enzo's gang would come after me in revenge, but they never did. I was hating my life and was at fear of losing it. What kind of life is that?

Then one day, a man came up to me. His name was Sherlock. He was a proud man, and he offered me protection. Man, I was so quick to agree.

I joined his family. Technically, I was only a thug, so I wasn't in the family yet. But after a while, I kept proving myself to be a good mafioso. Then, one day, I became a made man. I might be a Capo now but what I'm about to tell you happened while I was just a made man.

It all just started when I was walking down the streets with my friend Tony, Tony-Castelli-Jr. He was a good guy, and I knew his father, Tony-Castelli. The two of us nowadays do these crimes together, but that's beside the point. He were walking down, discussing about how well we were doing, just having a good talk.

Then we heard sirens. The cops were coming. Since we were mafioso, we didn't need to fear the cops, cause they knew who we were. But, this time it was different. They just drove by and stopped. We were confused as they got out of there cars and pointed guns at us and told me to freeze. They started firing before we could do anything!

We pulled out our guns and fought back. I was able to shoot one dead center of his forehead. We ran into an alley and tried to evade the cops. They kept trying to catch us. We busted into an apartment building and ran through it. We busted open a door and a person iin there was shocked. As they tried to get a shotgun, I grabbed it and hit the person with my gun, knocking them out. Tony closed the door to avoid the cops. We waited there for an hour as the sirens continued, but then they slowly ended. We quietly escaped from there and back to my apartment. Ever since I became a made man, i got a better house.

"Why the hell did those cops try to get us!?" Tony yelled.

"I don't know. Those cops should know by now who we were and should not of tried anything" I said.

"Dumb cops, worthless pieces of shit" Tony said. He was mad.

"Go home man, we'll discuss this tomorrow" I said to him.

The next day, I went to see a buddy of mine, a cop. I always bribed him when I needed info.

We met up in a alleyway near my apartment.

"Got the cash?" He asked.

"All $10,000" I said. I tossed the bag to him and he said.

"Well, the reason us cops are after you is because you killed one of my  friends, a cops, you dumb ass mafioso"

"What!?" I yelled, "He tried to kill me!"

He pulled out a  a gun and said, "Not him, you killed a different cop, he was an innocent man, never did anything to you, heck, he's a well known cop to the community, and you took his life!"

"I didn't do that" I yelled. "I can't believe you!"

He approached me and took my gun from my jacket and cuffed me. I said, "I can't believe you betrayed me, you good for nothing cop!" I struggled to get free, but he had me beat.

Even though I was a mafioso, I didn't kill any cops. I was framed for this crime. Now I was returning to jail, and maybe I was going to see some old friends

to be continued

Interesting start !

I will be telling the next part tomorrow

Another good peice, Looking forward to the rest

very nicly done. i love this story. and  i can't waitfor teh next part.

thank you

It begins again. I'm sure you have plenty of twist for us can't wait to see where this will go.

Thank you

I am currently trying to think of ideas for the story so that it is exciting and has many twists

sorry, but I have a cold, and will not be able to tell anything today. Sorry

I'm so sorry for all the delays, but I'm very sick. Can't tell another part for awhile.

Oh hope you feel better man, keep it up.

I'll try to tell the next part tomorrow

Very nice story.Keep up the good work,ill be on the watch out for part two.

The guards escorted me to a cell in a prison. It was a different prison from the last one I was in some years ago, a much newer and higher guarded one.

They pushed me into my cell and closed me in.

"Dirty punk!" the guard yelled at me.

I looked through the bars and sighed.

"What are you in for?" someone asked me.

I looked behind me and saw a man. He looked rugged and tough.

"Apparently killing a cop" I said. He laughed.

"You got some balls man, killing a cop! It takes one heck of a man to kill a dumb ass cop!" he said. "I'm only in here for selling coke, but you!"

"The names Carl" he said.

"Brian" I said.

"What kind of fucking name is Brian! That's a weird name" he said.

"I could say the same about Carl" I said.

"Just because you killed a cop, doesn't mean I'm afraid of you" he said

"I was framed, by the way" I said.

"Oh, so now you're a smart ass" he said. He approached me and grabbed me by the shirt. I looked at him without fear. I didn't care if I got punched. Then he laughed and let me go. "Don't worry man, just fooling around" he said.

"Yeah..." I said.

"Man, prison sucks like hell. My bitch is probably just not caring that I'm gone" he said.

Then a guard came by and said, "You got a visitor"

"Let me guess, it's your bitch!" he said laughing.

"My 'bitch' died years ago in a 'car accident'" I said.

He was silent and understood.

To be continued

Wonder who the visitor could be...hmmmmmmmm

Keep up the good work

EEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's here its here its here its here its here!!!!!!!!!!!!

More! :P, nice story your really good :D, I can't wait for the next scene.

It feels like I'm not reading but watching and that what impressed me :D.

Well done my friend, It was a great piece of work.

"-Deathstalker- tip off his hat and nod"

I think the visitor would be Sherlock?

I bet its his bitch.

It's Enzo...Or Giovanni...I KNOW IT!