Today is my fathers funeral. I was only 19 when he was shot in cold blood of another rivalry Mafia.
My father was the Mob leader of "The De Luca army" as they would call it. They controlled Most of the east coast and part of the Mexican and Canadian border, trafficking drugs, woman, and other illegal goods. How My father got into that was a mystery of all sorts.
My father was a bitter man, He was in his late 50's when he passed. My father was the rue of all evil. He dedicated his life to making others, hell. On the outside he was the perfect man, He loved his family, He donated to charity, and most of all he was cunning, handsome, and charming. Vincent, my father, on the inside he was an alcoholic psychopath.
He wanted me to carry on that legacy.
So I did.
