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my name is Dutch Savarelli, I was born in the slums of new york, my
folks were killed in a car crash when I was Ten. since then I was
forced to take care of my self any way I could, I been on the streets
for years stealing cars, picking people for there wallets, when I was
18 I was in a bar when all hell broke lose!! the men jumped the one guy
he fought like hell but three was to much so i said hey now that is not
fair so i jumped in there to help him out,
At the end of the fight we walked out they was all dead, I stab one
with a knife and he shot one as I beat the other to death with a chair
leg, he told me to run but I did not I helped him out the door when out
of no where we were over ran with cops. to jail we went, I took the rap
I was charged with three count of munder in the first degree and was
told by the judge I have 20 years to life to serve.
Now I have plenty of time to think about what went wrong, let me tell
you what jail food sucks ass, it is nothing like what moma made! latter
on I found out the guy i help out was a man they called wacktard, he
was a boss for Godfather Crypitc, cryptic was the MAN in Las Vegas and
wacktard wanted me to to talk to cryptic one day when i get out.i told
wacktard i would.and 4months latter I heard gun fire people yelling,
and I hear Hey Dutch .. Dutch Savarelli are you here,
I said yes I'm right here before me stood a man in a gray suit with a
cigar, the name is Kong Don Kong I'm here to get you out. you are
working for GodFather Cryptic now, I grabbed my stuff and we rolled out
the front gate where there was a limo parked out side of the gate in
the street, Kong told his driver to take us to the HQ and so the driver
stomped on the gas and a way we went. |
