One week ago I was getting a lousy paycheck working for old Joe.

That was changed when this guy named Joey Di Francesco walked into the store looking to buy some Italian type of pasta. 

He saw more than he was supposed to, I was robbing old Joe's cash register in my own way to bring justice to my salary.

"If you have the balls to do such things, you might as well come play with the big boys"

And after a smile, he left.

I knew what he was suggesting. I had heard all about the tales that the Italians were starring back on their neighborhood. I was one of them myself, but for some reason I never got involved in stuff like that.

But with 23, and nothing registered on my name I guessed It was time to do something that changed my life.

It took me two days until I tracked down Joey and asked him for a job. 

"I'll get back at ya" 

He simply said, then left. 

Two days ago just before walking into the grocery store there was he, smoking a cigarette by the entrance. 

"Come with me" He said.

I did what he said and before I knew I was supposed to pay protection money for a guy named Pollution. I didn't mind, as long as I could walk into the club through the back doors while the other cock suckers had to wait in the line like all these guys could do.

Now I had bodyguards, money in my pocket, and a future ahead of me. 

So I figured? Why don't I decide to be ambitious?  The next morning I woke up determined to make a name for myself in this business.

I walked into a bar and suddenly everybody is talking about Miss Gato's death. The second in command on my clique was gunned down, something about not exactly knowing the strictness of the omertà code.

All I knew was that if I wanted to move up in life was that I had to impress people like Disorder, a man that I had to ensure he'd put my name under his radar over the next following weeks.

For now? I'd just focus on completing that delivery Joey ordered me to do.
 

"Where do you need this package again?"