Empire City, it was without a single doubt the largest cest pit in all of America. Don't get me wrong, the city looks good, and she was built well, but what the brochure doesn't tell you is the part where it's ran by the Mob, the Mayor and his cabinet are naught but a figurehead for the families. All in all, it was a great place to take the family for a holiday, and leave without all your valuables and belongings. If you lived in this city, and nearly eight million people did, then you were one tough son of a bitch. 

Me? I was a little different, I was tough yes, and even a killer. But I didn't kill just to exert my power, or oppress the masses. No, when I spill blood, it is justice. It's not exactly the kind of justice that is looked upon, but it's the kind that is more than necessary to clean up a city like this. 

Not that I'm helping, I've lived here my whole life, went through school here and even had a brief stint as a hero, but lets just say that didn't work out well for me. But everytime I kill someone, who ever takes their place is tens times worse. Well that's not strictly true, by that logic whoever is running the streets nowaday should be Satan, and last I checked, he's not. Tony Gambetti may be many things, but sadly he is not Satan. If he were, then the Church could just declare a crusade against him, or whatever it is that a church does.

Speaking of Tony Gambetti, that brings me back to the right now. I had been stalking his son for the past few days in the hope that he would pay his father a visit, this letting me know where the old chut lived. But alas, it was if fate was not in my favour, as all he did was go from bar to bar, and sniff a line of coke the length of the Mexican border. I had watched him do unspeakable things, and it had led me to nothing. 

It's gotten to the point where I just want to end his sorry excuse of a life. Kill him before he can hurt anyone else, and piss of the old guy even more. The past year I had been targeting the Gambettis hard, killing his men every chance I'd gotten. But that'd just made him all the more paranoid. He was more reserved about his actions, and kept his useful pawns close, but not his son. No, no, Tony Gambetti Jr., he was a free spirit, as the saying goes. He just didn't care about what his dear father wanted for him,

Which is truly a shame, I've never been a fan of bad break ups. At least it'll be one arrow, it's all he deserved. Now, if he'd just hurry up and come out of this club I could finished this once and for all.