It had been a busy few days for little ol’ Donnie, he had been travelling a lot to New York to meet with DonaldTrump to play a few holes and chat about business, they had been meeting for golf for a fair while but these last few trips had escalated on the business front. Donald had recently took up home in the beautiful streets of Manhattan, New York. It was a pretty enough place, sure some parts were a little run down and out of nick but with some hard work and right leadership I’m sure the two could get the place shining again.

Donald had mentioned a few times in passing that he liked the way Donnie put himself across, and the way he looked at business, and looking to the future, regardless of the past. Donnie was a kind man, he was firm when he needed and level headed enough to have made it past 20 without a single bullet wound, not even a scuff, by no means had he avoided such events merely taken the right steps to ensure he came out on top. Donald propositioned Donnie, asking if he would join him in Manhattan to help his campaign to make america great again, after much discussion with Donnie and Saitama it was settled that Donnie would make the move to New York to help Mr Trump as his Right Hand Man.

Stepping to the crowd for the first time, Donnie was wearing a fresh suit he had grabbed earlier that day, he looked fresh, he wasn’t the tallest bloke but by jove did he wear a suit well, he gave a wave to the handful of people who were looking at him with a lost expression on his face, clearly thinking ‘who’s this guy and what does he want’ and then he spoke.

“Thanks to those who could make it, I would just like a few moments of your time. I am Donnie, many of you may have met me before, or seen me around, gave me the passing nod, or maybe you’ve never even heard of me, but that can all change. I have recently taken up house here in New York with DonaldTrump, to help him keep his business in check, with my knowledge, passion and ability to be leaned on all make me the suitable companion for such a man, I would like to thank Saitama, TheDonBot and those in philly for helping me find my feet after returning to these shores 3 years after my father passed, It’s been a pleasure helping you and learning from you so if you need me you know where I am."

"And thank you to Donald for thinking I’m nothing short of amazing. I’ll do my best to make New York a great place (Seems pretty awesome already though am I right) and look forward to working with all of you handsome gentlemen and you beautiful ladies.”

He chucks a wink the the lass at the front, then opens his arms to the crowd.

“Thank you for your time and have a lovely day”

"Ah, Donnie. Good old fuckin' Donnie. How are you?"

It had been sometime since I'd spoken to Donnie's lineage. His father had been a close personal friend of my fathers and they had always done good business together.

"I see things seem to be going well for you. I'm pleased."

"Yeah I had a meeting with Godfather Disorder earlier this morning. Things went well and here I am eh?"

I'd heard that Donnie was in fact working for Donald Trump, as a hand no less.

"So you're working for Mr Trump eh? That's great, I hear he's a good fella. Should be a successful career for you right there if you play your cards right."

"I got my fingers crossed for sure. But tell me. You ever speak to that Irish prick, Dinty?" I ask Donnie the question that I was sure he was longing to hear.

"That miserable fuck owes me a couple of million at least!"

"He fucking sickens me, that low life rat piece of shit." Dinty had been a well versed character on the streets of Reno not too long ago, couple of years.

"Perhaps we should pull our resources and hunt the fucked down? What're'ya think eh?"

Kanan was walking the streets and he noticed his good friend DonnieTheLionHeart walking around talking to people. He grabbed a smoke from his pocket and lit it up as he walked over to Donnie. When he reached Donnie, Kanan took an extra smoke out for him and extended his hand to hand it over.

"Hey Donnie, How have you been brother? I just wanted to say congratulations and I know you will do well for Mr. DonaldTrump. Your family line has been nothing short of amazing and our lines have gone way back. I appreciate the hand you lent me by talking to Mr. Trump and getting me into the family. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know." he said.

First smoke of the day, each puff would be tastier than the one that came before, he knew it couldnt be that good for him but he chose to smoke anyway, it was one of those life choices I guess. Donnie took and lit it up breathing in slowly to enjoy it to the fullest. He wrapped his other arm around Kanan and smiled. Breathing out the tasty tasty smoke he said

"Ah Kanan glad you could make it, I'm glad you decided to join up over here aswell, we can use somebody with your brawn and wit in our ranks and im sure as hell that we will be the next big thing since bobby pins, and I mean it, O.k maybe not bobby pins theyre damn good son, but up there on the same shelf atleast."

"I look forward to what this family has to bring and I will bring it my knowledge and wit. I will help wherever I can and if I don't know something, I will figure it out. I need to get to know the boss just as much as I know you so that I can show him what I can do. I am sure Donald is a good person to work for, I trust you my man."

Kanan takes another drag of the cigarette.

"Speaking of which, where is Mr. Trump?" he asked.

Donnie, my boy, my man, come here, let me give you an uncomfortable kiss on the cheek. Every day from here on out is a lesson, Donnie. And I'm going to teach you how to be the most geriatric, bizarre son of a bitch this world has ever seen. I knew a man once, his name was Jesus. And I said, 'Jesus, you sandal-wearing MILF-hunter, bring me a protege'. That's you, Donnie. This is a blessed day. 

Sadly, Jesus isn't with us anymore. But these crowds are! Wow, what a turn out! They're not here for you, Donnie - can't you hear them chanting my name? They adore me, Donnie, they want to grab my fat loins as I crowd surf to the promised land - but if you stick with me, kid, one day they will be. I may be more bulbous than a bucket of egg parfait but I've got power and money, Donnie, that's what counts. Power, money, and crowds like these! Give yourselves a round of applause, folks.

Once you've got power and money, you can do anything. I wear pants that ride up so high, I'm wrapping belts around my nipples. Nobody says a thing. The last time I hit a ball into the bunker, I just picked it up and walked out. That's what we do, Donnie. We're old money now. Respected. Toss your garbage wherever you feel like. Someone will pick it up. A poor person, probably. 

Long story short, welcome to the fold. The Bigly Boys are on the up and up, much like my hair, which only gets thicker and more real with age. 

Donnie laughed at Trump, the way he conducted himeself in public was a way he'd never really encountered before, he spoke his mind and was always looking to the future, the next big win, and Donnie was thrilled to be part of the team.

"I heard a lot about that Jesus guy, word is that he wouldn't have gotten as far without your help. Maybe it's my time to shine?"

Donnie scribbled some stuff down on a bit of paper and passes it to Donald on the sly.

"Have a look at those race tips I got sent over from Atlanta, they might get us a little cash injection for our big plans, I'd say drop a few K's on those bad boys and have ourselves a party."

I was only back in town that day and my ears were burning. It was time to pay Jimmy Darmody a visit. "You know he's been talking about you?" Vinny went on to explain. "Hes been going around talking you down. Whatchu wanna do about it?"

I shrugged. "I dunno yet. Lets see what he has to say in person eh?"

Vinny took the wheel and me and the boys filled the car. "So you know where he's at Vinny?"

"Im right here, pal"  I say to Dinty as he mentions my name. He must have missed me on the way in. "Got something you wanna tell me do ya?"