My name is Vito Scaletta. I was born in Sicily 1925. That little guy is me. I'm standing there with my parents and my sister Francesca in front of our old house. I don' really remember too much about the old country... except that we were pretty hard up. And then one day, my father decided it was time to move away. Away from Sicily. Across the ocean to start a new life in America. Never in my life had I seen anything as fantastic as Empire Bay. It was beautiful. On the other hand , I'd never seen anything like filthier or more disgusting than our sh*thole of an apartment. "The American Dream." It was more like a nightmare.
My father started working at the port for the guy who arranged our emigration. It was back-breaking work. And what little money he made mostly went towards booze. Eventually, my parents sent me to school. I had to learn English, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna do that in a neighborhood full of Italians.
That's where I met Joe. "C'mon Vito. Hurry it up. We ain't got all night." Over time Joe and I got to be best friends. And since we were both poor, and there were wasn't much work around, we started a little business of our own... Well, that one time it didn't work out so good.
The year was 1943. America was at war and the Army was lookin' for guys who spoke the language to help with the invasion of Sicily. I was Eighteen, and anything seemed better than jail. Who says you can't go home again?
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Mafia II
Mystery / ThrillerVito Scaletta was born in Sicily 1925. He moved to Empire Bay NY. Now he tries to stay alive working for a mafia in Empire Bay. Will he survive in America working in a mafia. That's something you want to find out. I will not be finishing this sto...