Fascinated with the power and money the mob had I grew up idolizing the wise guys who ran my old neighborhood in NY. Father ran off when I was 6 and my mother ran off with some Irishmen a few years after leaving me to fend for myself at a young age. When I turned 14 I fell in with the same crew who ran NY. Started small and worked my way up.

After 5 short years I found myself on the run after making a name for myself and killing the very same don I idolized. Carlo Maranzilli...6 shots. 2 in the head and 4 in the body. Eventually there was a big crackdown and all my associates went down. Meanwhile I was in Sicily laying low.

Took 10 years for the feds to find me. When they did I got slapped with a bunch of charges but murder was never one of them, enough to get me a 12 year sentence in the NY correctional facility.

Here I am 9 years into my sentence and due to what they call good behavior I'm out on parole. Now back on the streets of NY I realize that organized crime went to shit. Now I'm looking for a place to belong... don't care where because I can make a name for myself wherever I go. Anyone who knows me will vouch for that, that is if there not already gone.

I remember the feds calling me mastermind during my search. Seemed I was always ahead of them. They call luck but I say its no accident. My name is John Delahunt.