My name is Vito Petrucci and I am a part of the Mafia. Yes I know that sounds bad but bare with me. And before you get ideas it's not the Russian,Mexican, or Chinese Mafia. Oh no it's the real deal, the Al Capone real deal. I am the second hand man of Al in the Italian Mafia. Well might as well start from the beginning on how I entered the gang. It was a cold winter day in New York. Me and my mama had just got home from getting sausage at the supermarket. My papa had not yet arrived from work. I never knew where he worked.. I heard a car door slam just as I was admiring my pictures of baseball players. Oh I loved baseball. I rushed outside to greet my papa but instead I found two men. Tall, muscular, and seemed to be very wealthy. They approached me and gestured me to the car. Not knowing much I went to their trunk and found my papa dead. I started to cry and break down. My mama ran outside and one man shot her down. I grabbed my pocket knife that I carried everywhere and stabbed him relentlessly. His partner grabbed his gun and I charged at him. I caught his heart and he was dead instantly. I heard another pair of shoes behind me. I turned to see another man. He was more buff and seemed to know a lot. He raised his gun and I closed my eyes. Steady breathing..one..two...three BANG!!!