As johnnyVecheo , just 22 years old. New to the city of NY, just strolling the city and I spot someone across street with a couple body guards by him. I instantly notice The man is the Don of Bestia Della Morte PaulHeyman. I slowly approach him aware of the guards. The guards stand in front of him firm and ready to kick ass. I then ask him for 5 minutes of his time. He agrees to 5 minute only. I then proceed to tell him that I was raised in the streets and know the ups and downs and a survivor. Then proceeded to tell him I am looking to join and organization to further my operations. I explained that I am loyal, and my biggest thing is Respect. He then said that is Key parts to have, then shook my hand and said welcome to  Della Morte family. I felt Honored to be given the opportunity. so now I am going to getg back out there and work hard.

Not very good at roleplay but im working on it.

From a nearby business front, Gato peers over the top of his newspaper and observes the young man. As a breeze rolls through, he abandons the article he was reading and folds the publication under his arm. 

"The method of delivery is rarely the most important aspect of your approach, my young friend. It is the effort and desire to improve which matters, and from what I've seen, yours is outstanding."

Christian stands and smiles.

"Ogni cosa ha il suo tempo... bisogna solo avere la pazienza e la forza di aspettare... good things come to those who wait, paisano.

"You make an old man envious that your journey is only just beginning, signore Vecheo, and you have so much to learn. Don Heyman is fortunate to have you within his ranks."

I have much to learn yes, and this is only the beggening. I plan to serve my family and become powerful like others Ambition is something That I have always head, I beileive in respect the most.

It was dark and humid along the back alleys, a typical Vegas Night for a nigh lurker like me. I was never drawn to the sights and sounds of the strip. Somehow I always prefer being alone in dark alleys where no one can judge me. Where no can see the pain in my eyes. 

As my despair and sadness consume me from the inside out, there's a feeling of satisfaction.The knowledge that I have served cold vengeance for the ones I loved. 

I vividly remember How Maria and the kids fell; shots ringing around us, people running in all directions.

"A day full of hope and promise. Maria and I agreed to take the kids for a stroll in the park and have early lunch at the diner. The kids were laughing and running around trying to catch each other. Each taking turns to look back at me and Maria while we sat at a nearby bench. After some time, Maria calls them and signals it's time to eat; at which time they ran towards us nearly knocking us both down as we stood from the bench.

This was life at its most precious, Maria and I holding hands while walking. The kids giggling as they hopped just right behind us. i couldn't ask for anything more. This is the happiest of my....

BANG BANG BANG...; BRAAAATAATAAATTTAAATT...BRAAT TATAAT BRAAT BRAAT"

HIDE!!!! GO BEHIND THE TREES AND HIDE!!!

Reached for my pistol and was trying to take a defensive stance.. when suddenly.. BANG.. BANG..My feet gave out under me and I fall to my side, motionless, unable to move a single muscle... but wide awake..I feel blood oozing out of my chest.

And then I see Maria and the kids.. frozen in horror in front of me...the Costa gunmen opens fire and one by one they fall.

Can't move.... must move...I feel my gun fall off my hand as my tears run over my cheeks... NOOOOOOOO!!!!

Sight blurry... feeling faint... and then BLACKOUT."

I suddenly wake up to the tugging of a homeless man, I shot up and almost hurt him. "Hey Man, you got any change?", Reached for my pocket and gave him all the loose change I had..

Still slumped, I light my cigar and stare out into the lights of the Strip from the dark alleyway I was hunkered on.

to be continued...