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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 is what happened last time on Death to the Mafia

We all get out of the house and drive to the hotel. We each have a role to play. We all get into place and wait for the plan to go through. Fabio and I wait for the governor to walk into the elevator.

Once they are inside, I open the sleeping gas until they are asleep. Fabio and I make quick time to get them out of the hotel. Luigi says that there are cops in the kitchen where he is hiding. I tell him to hide everything and talk his way out of the situation. We get the governor out safely to a location pre-arranged with Dmitriy. We hide him in a semi-truck.

I pull up a chair and sit down. I sit patiently and wait for the governor to wake up. His head starts rolling on the pillow. I grab three pills on the counter and a glass of water. I walk to the bed, put the glass on his lips, and say;

"Here you go. Drink this governor."