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[color=0072bc][h1][center]Francesco Sperrazza [/center] [/h1][/color] 

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[color=8dc73f][h1][center]Gaspare Moltisanti[/center] [/h1][/color]

Gaspare had woken up form what seemed like a great night, He had a amazing day yesterday and wondered if today would be the same. Getting ready putting on his suit, and going to the bathroom to attend to his hygiene routine. Kissing his wife and saying goodbye while leaving to heading to the kitchen, Eating some cereal and watching the news checking if their was anything about his "Business". So far it was mostly about black on black crimes, reports of murders and rich fat cats being caught committing fraud. Finishing up his breakfast seeing his oldest daughter coming down the stairs, "Hi honey, Whatcha gonna get up to today?" A smile on his face watching her toast some bread. "Oh just gonna go hang out with the girls at the mall, What are you up to?" She asked him waiting her her toast to finish.

"Just gonna go into the shop and get some work done, Just don't get into trouble okay" He said finishing his coffee and getting up. Kissing her forehead and leaving to his car. Riding his car down the highway and phoning Chris one of his made men, "Chris it's Gaspare, I need you to meet me at the Old Angel Midnight club downtown" He said into the voicemail that he heard over the phone. Then calling his pupil Francesco.

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Francesco meanwhile had woken up with a headache, Alone in his room with a large bottle of J.B whiskey that was laying on the other side of the bed like a lover. Getting out of bed and only wearing his underwear eating some breakfast, Drinking some pineapple juice while having some raisin bagels. Just stare at the brick wall of his apartment while having his breakfast, His mind racked with thoughts of last night and the many other nights before that. Hearing his phone ringing he answered it, It was his mentor and father like figure Gaspare. Nodding his head and telling his boss he would meet him at the Old Angel Midnight, Hanging up the phone and getting dressed in his suit knowing it sounded like a important meeting.

Leaving his apartment and getting into his care heading to the club, He felt even though Gaspare treated him like a son  he was treated like some lower class since he was not a made man. Although Gaspare offered him the job of made man however he didn't like the business of a made man, All his life he knew how to kill and being a hitman was the only job he knew best. And it was a job he was damn good at. Many other mobs wanted his services he politely declined. Although he was interested in taking jobs for the The West End Mob, But he would have to run that by Gaspare.