Stuart was a happy little kid, with an absent father. But his mother had always told him his father loved him very much, and when his father K_W was visiting tit was always great. His father a short but very charming man always made his mother laugh, he liked that very much. But more importantly for Stuart he would always bring a lot of gifts and cool new stuff he could play with.

One morning his mother got a phone call and all she did after was cry a lot, he was afraid it was something to do with his dad. After a bit he asked his mother what happened and she told him in a broken voice that his father had been killed. Not understanding why anyone would ever kill his father, for he was the best guy in the world. But his mother flew him out to Chicago to attend his father's funeral.

He was looking around the cathedral and saw it was completely full of people, wow my father must have been great to everyone he thought to himself. As the funeral ended many people walked up to his mother to show their respects. But one of them, a very grim looking man who seemed to be a man of high position looked at Stuart and gave him a little box and told him, 

Little man, I was closely working with your father, he would have wanted you to have this. He was a great man who died with honor, he will be remembered.

Stuart accepted the box, and as soon as they had arrived home he opened it. A few items fell out, a picture framed with him and his mother, a lucky rabbit foot, a few items he had no clue what they were and a journal. The journal came with a small letter from his father telling him that his father solely wrote this journal for his son. Curious what was inside he started to read it

If this is Stuart reading this, I'm sorry my little man I will not be able to see you grow up. All I did was for you and your mother, I love you both dearly and wish i could have been there. My life has been complicated, I have had a lot of luck in making it this far up, not only because I have met your mother who was the best thing that ever happened to me, but also my life in organized crime. Yes son, I was involved in a life I do not wish for you, and your mother knew and will never let you go down this path. I started to work for a family in New York called the forsaken, the leader was a close friend of your grandfather who was shot way before his time and I knew I had to show him I could follow his footsteps and make our family name known. After being with this family I quickly garnered their support and I became known as a hard-working man in New York, I was leading a small team of new recruits and taught them the best I could. My vices however brought me to the casinos and often than not I lost many many millions of dollars, many of which I could have shared with your mother but this lifestyle and the security that is required was costing me loads of cash too. However having worked for her very long and helping her in a time our family was surviving a big war waged against the powerful families in New York i had to shoot one of my better friends who had taken a bad road and turned against our family leader. After tracking him down all the way in Las Vegas i was making a hard choice but I knew loyalty was something that transcended everything. Having completed this task I went back to my family leader who now had set up her organization in Detroit. We continued to work closely together, she even asked me to become her Left Hand, a position my father shortly held too and I was living very well. Those were times of peace and prosperity when I came to visit you and your mom nearly every week. However one day as I was out on a run for more money someone snuck up on me and fooling my bodyguards and even tried to shoot me. But luckily I was wearing my sunglasses and i saw the reflextion of his gun and i was able to dive under the table i was sitting at drinking a coffee at a local cafe. As I came back hours later since I was again remotely in LV my whole family was gone as well as the rest of the city I was working in. I was shocked, this was the strongest group I ever saw, and the leader godfather lily was a very respected and capable person whom I followed blindly, She even gave me the status of Don which is a very highly esteemed rank in our world. However i was left with nothing, again. But a phone call came from a good friend in Chicago offering me a place in his workers group which i gladly accepted. Not too long after joining his group and gaining recognition again for working hard and sharing my profits with the group, another shady figure came to our town shooting people left and right. In the panic some less experience mobsters started to shoot back but in the chaos actually shot my dear friend and his #2 man. Devestated I was, utterly devestated. As a more junior recruit of the group, whom the leader had trusted dearly said he would continue the group I was ready to continue our work. But alas the moment he had the first meeting with our group he had made many decision, ones that were not in line with the functions and the ideals of the original group and he had decided that with his friends they would make a new way of life. To be honest son, I had difficulties with this new change, but as always I knew loyalty lies to your leaders and you show them the fruits of your hard labor. In these times my expenses were low and the casino's had signs up that I was not welcome anymore, they accused me of cheating but I knew I just had good luck. That is the time you and your mom were able to buy that big house in the upper east side where you live now. But deep in my heart I knew this leader was not confiding in me, nor would he help me to grow my status. After what seemed a long time I was asked by the good godfather in the southern part of my city if i was willing to become the LH to a very nice and passionate leader in his district. Knowing a new change was all i ever hoped for I accepted it. I was welcomed so genuinely and affectionate I knew I made a good choice, this lady had many many journals from her ancestors, showing knowledge and skills that I was learning from so much. She took me in her leadership council and after a long war in which we supported our city leader we moved to detroit to start our own lives there. I was told I would be leaving her, sadly i asked why, but her big grin told me it was not for a bad reason. They had decided to give me my own chance to lead a family which was what I ever wanted. I was so proud, I would have told you both all about it. But alas as the morning broke for my big day, I heard a loud bang in our office building and as I rushed down I saw her lying in a pool of blood. I didn't know what to say or do, nobody saw anything. But as the news came that our old city leader was gunned down and new crime families had set up in New York I knew what had happened. Quickly driving back to Chicago to meet the other leaders there I was told to start my family in Chicago instead. After the initial meetings to discuss how to counteract this situation I was told that my role and skills were worthy of reaching godfather rank too. I was told to go back to my district and challenge the old and incapacitated Godfather whom I was more than able to take care off. But now just now as I write this a duel challenge has come my way from one of the New York crime leaders, a duel I know I can win, but again it's a gamble, will his gun fire first or mine.

I love you son, take good care of your mother