"I assure you, there has been NO mistake." the man behind you growls into your ear as he presses the cold steel of the .45 deeper into the crown of your skull.
"The money, I'm sorry... It was the money!" you cry back in a humiliating attempt at saving your own life.
Several hours later, you are found by police with urine-soaked pants and a 50 dollar bill stuffed firmly into the back of your throat.
You didn't live. Welcome to Mafia Returns - The Game
Total Accounts: 53,163
Hours in last 24: 802
30 Word Story Competition - 150 Credit + Prize Pot!
The Fairest Day at the Races Event - Input Required!
Karoshi Industries and North Side
Looking For A Tailor