Donovan smiled to himself holding the cigarette to his lips a moment before flicking the silver case shut sliding it into his suit coats inner pocket, while fishing out his zippo from his pants pocket, flicking it open and lighting the cig as he took a deep drag off the rich nicotine laced tobacco before blowing out the smoke into the cool night air. He stood on his corner of the world so to speak. His pockets were lined waiting for a customer.

Thinking back on his nothing life before joining up with the Philly family under Paul Vidi. Back then Morgan had been his right hand man. He got his start in New York, the depression hit him just like it did everyone else and he was on the brink of starving with barely the clothing on his back. He'd made himself some money with amauteur boxing there in the Bronx. However even that had run out as people only wanted to pay to see professionals.