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Death To The Mafia

Ricky Tomachino was drawn into the gangster life from a young age. He did favors for some of the big guys, no questions asked. He just wanted to be excepted into the Mafia's family. His dad was from Sicily, but his mother was French. Because of that fact, they would never let his family fully join the Mafia family. His dad worked as a driver for Pete Angelio, the Head of the Angelio Crime Family. He died in a hit and Ricky's life started spinning out of control. By the age of twelve he was in and out of juvie, that's until he found out why his dad was shot. Accepted members of the Angelio Crime Family, broke the code and organized a hit on another member without The Council's approval, and blamed Ricky's dad for it. Now Ricky Tomachino has to do the impossible. Get into The Family and be accepted, while taking out The Family from the inside out. But he unexpectedly falls in love with the daughter of Pete Angelio. Will Ricky Tomachino still try to kill them one by one or will Isabella Angelio turn his life upside down? The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons...living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Here's what happened last time on Death to the Mafia

Uncle Pete and I finish our conversation about the robbery. I call Byron, and he tells me where to meet him. He gives me all the information that I need, and we go back to Ian for him to overlook everything. His partner is making things uncomfortable because of his comments about what I want to do. 

I slowly put my gun away and say;

"We are hitting the boxes as well. That is where the money lies."

Ian says;

"Hey, we are with you, man."

"Good. Now, check what you need to check and make sure you understand what is where. Tonight at eleven, I will come here, and then we can go together to the bank. Don't fuck this up."

We go through the file with all the information. We make sure that we understand what each person needs to do. A few hours later, after we have gone through every detail. My phone rings, and I take it out and answer it. 

"Hello, Uncle Pete."