There are two things in this business I hate they are rats and thieves. I am not sure which one is farther up in my shitlist but both are ranked very high. A rat is something you find in sewer and will change sides on you as soon as shit hits the fan. A rat does not deserve to be in this type of work and needs to be stomped on by your boot, multiple, multiple times.

But there is a different kind of person the thief we all know the one who has many forms. The one who goes through your pockets and flies to another city to get away from you. This is just plain annoying and you can beat them with a handy baseball bat. The second kind is way worse as they are known as trust stealers. Someone who respects you at first but through time it begins to dilate until it becomes dust. They act like you are friends and laugh at your face when you lay down dying. They do not care how respect works and decide to fuck everyone over to make sure they remain breathing rather than six feet under. Trust as well as we all know as mobsters is a word that means a lot more than just being a plain word. Without it you cannot become a made man, a underboss either LH or RH and then when you make your final push to becoming a CL you need trust as well.

How does this tie in? Well as we all know we encounter these people in the mob and they don’t seem deadly at first but at the end you realize how deadly they are.

The road of becoming the tip top of mafia stardom starts as you crawling from being a mere associate. Here you are just a guy or gal who has no say on important topics of the crew. Of course you have say but not as much as a trusted made man who has signed his ticket. This time may seem the longest for some mobsters but some move faster up the ladder. But then the big day happens and you become made. You are officially in the books and know things get interesting.

You are not as easily looked away from and you are protected as killing you would be a bad idea without consent. You bare Omerta and swear allegiance under it. You are standing out and you become close friends with your don. You even become a hitman and take out unnecessary trash that plague your family and give them trouble. You think you are going to make it big and you just see the light in front of you. But then tragedy strikes when you are enjoying a party at your Mom's house. As you leave and get into your car you feel a tug on your neck and the breath is slowly taken from your body. You try to cling on to the chair and force some more air out but nothing comes out. Your eyes begin to close up and you begin to go limp. At this point you begin to give up and let your head go back. The world around you becomes dark and you drift onto the next part of your life. This is Death.

All your work gone and for what? Who did this? You begin to look through the list of your enemies and realize that you have too many to name. They would not dare touch you unless they want to start a war no it can't be them right? But then as if a knife goes through your stomach you know who did it, you're don. How could they do this too you? Then rage becomes to sit in as you make your way to the next life. How could they do this you did everything for them. But then as soon as your anger leaves it is replaced by a sense of sadness. Your former life is gone and a new one is going to begin. You wonder how they are doing down there as you look from above. You hold your head back and turn around. Looking is too painful.

Yes the third kind is not mentioned or thought of till it is too late. Your "friends" in the mafia who all have there own objective in mind. They seem to care and value your existence. But crossing them on accident is even worse than making an enemy outside of the family. Even worse is stepping on the shoes of your don too hard and they retaliate with lead. This is when you realize how vulnerable in this life you are and how fast you can perish as so many before you.

Sadly there is no way to halt this end process as every mobster meets his maker one way or another. Either through the act of war, through friendly fire or suicide. But the reaper is always a few steps away at all times in this line of work and he will be waiting.