Chapter Three

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Anyways, back to the 20s.

"What do you want to tell me, daddy?" Joey asked, annoyed.

"Business has not been doing well." George Lopez took a hit of his cigar, he sighed.

Joey's interest peaked, he became concerned. He used the gang's fundings to buy his gucci and designer dildos.

"What do you mean by that, papi?"

"There's another mob that's been gaining popularity lately. They've stolen customers, literally." George Lopez was evidently stressed, his usual clear face was attacked with wrinkles.

"Also, my men have been getting murdered in all of my locations. I believe it has something to do with the opposing gang."

Joey gasped. "Is that why I haven't seen Jimmy lately?" He asked, eyes watery.

George Lopez sighed. "Jimmy's dead, son. Jimmy's dead."

Joey stared down to the table for 14 seconds. He let out one tear from his dick. "Okay I'm over him."

George Lopez smiled, proudly. "That's my son."

"Okay, papi. What do I have to do?" Joey asked, determined.

"First of all, stop having sex with your sister, she's pregnant again and I don't want another baby with three eyes."

"No promises."

"Understood. Secondly, the other mob—"

Joey cut his father off. "What's the name of this so called gang, papi george lopez?"

George lopez looked down for a moment and whispered:  "the rats of limbo"

"You mean-"

"yes the legend of short Rene Zambooka and the Rats of Limbo are true"

Joey was so in shock he got an erection of pure fear.

"I see you're scared my son" George Lopez said as he looked down, "-but dont worry i have a plan to take them down for good."

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