The Chronicles Of The Modern Mafia

Chapter 1

D'Wayne 1

I was Laying in my bed dreaming about my divorcee Alex. my hands gliding through her hair and the beautiful colors of her eyes. than my dad wakes me up. the man says "we got another one, Check in the mail." "we are too old for this shit" i said "well i'll be damned if we get robbed by those fucking pigs again." as i got up to go to the mail. i stumbled around the house treading to the front door. as I got outside I saw a reporter *as i would later come to find out* standing right at my door. he says he is looking for Caspar Jones. I looked at him and said "why in hell are you looking for my dad." "he invited me here. he told me you kept getting letters in the mail from the Tiradado Family." "I came a bit early I supposed I could ask more questions about the situation." I invited him in because i'm polite unlike the motherfuckin' gang that keeps harassing us calling us niggers and whatnot. I  call my dad and he comes lumbering down the hallway as usual. He sat down and the reporter asked some of the basic questions. "How many letters have they sent you." "27." "why did they start sending you these letters." "The best answer i can give to that is we have a small whiskey shop down by 16th street that i guess they don't appreciate." "What do the letters say" "one of the letters we got says "you niggers think you can do shit without us Telling you how to do it? I'm fucking done with all this niggerish bullshit. If you got any questions you can kiss my ass." "wow that was more vulgar than i was expecting." DAMN RIGHT IT WAS. NOW THEY THINK THEY CAN TELL US THIS SHIT, THEY THINK THEY CAN ROB US AND GET AWAY WITH IT!" My father said "D'Wane calm down he is going to get this out there and he is going to help us OK." "right Mr Lewis?" "yes company protocol requires me to notify police if anything illegal has happened." "all right now we can talk."

Martin 1

I was sitting there you know scrounging around looking for food. it was 6:00 and i hadn't eaten yet so i was starving. After coming across Easy-Cheese and Spam a couple of times I found a frozen turkey sandwich in the back of the freezer. As I started walking back to my desk I saw Richard DeAngelo sitting at my desk. I was stunned. he told me the only time he would come over to my desk is if he wanted me SPECIFICALLY to report on what he thinks is an important story. naturally I asked him "what's the matter?" he says "I've got possibly our best story yet. There is a family getting harassed by the mafia." afterwards he told me to go there at 10:00 and to ask them the usual and don't be too pushy as usual. the next day i arrived at 9:00 and started asking the usaual the whys, the whats, the whens, the whos but i really didn't need to ask who in particular, the hows. and the strange thing is. there were two people with two different outlooks in the same family which i though was strange. The father Caspar had a optimistic, laid back approach to life, while the son D'Wayne wanted things to be done soon and he had passion which is not common for me to see but this old man had the passion of 1,000 lions. i'm quite frankly worried for him.

Derek 1

Before you say anything understand that us hit men aren't anything like you see on the television. were laid back cool maybe wealthier than usual. were the kind of people that you know give the geezer under the bridge money and be the best man at your wedding. the only difference is that were smarter, especially when it comes to finance. we are kings at making deals. like Brando level good. and one day i get an offer. it was from the Tiradado family. they told us to rob the house of the founder of the Jones whisky stop. I responded to the offer with i'm a hitman not a robber you know what i do right. my dad *the notorious Master Able DeLuca* was there with me and he is very traditional and professional. he told me it was a 10,000$ offer and i could not afford to not take it. so I took the offer. and I robbed that mans house. tricky thing was they didn't tell me what to rob. using my hit-man's intuition i took what i believed to be there most prized possession there dog and 10,000 dollars worth of cash which was hidden in the mattress. when i cut it open i let our family's signature mark. Your master. I took the dog out side lifted him up and stabbed him. I hated every second of it but who said being a hitman was easy. you may ask why did i kill the dog? well i needed to take something other than cash. I'd imagine that a robber doesn't only take cash but he also takes stuff to pawn to get even more money right, and i specialize in killing so that's what I did. only problem I got caught so naturally I ran as fast as i could to the nearest mafia run company. Ironically the babies R us 2 blocks over and checked in to a local hotel to stay the night and give them the money tomorrow. a true hitman knows when the day should be over and doesn't risk it overachieving.