Sammys Formal Dress

~Four Months Prior~

Hector and Ernesto were sitting at the ice cream parlor that Hector and Ernesto had regulated a lot when he was a kid. Not a spot that they had gone to in a while. Hector wasn’t sure what it was that Ernesto would need to clear his head, but he knew it wasn’t something that could be simply eased. Seeing a child die, killing her and her mother, all because someone told you to. For Hector, that was all his life was for. That was what he was told ever since he was part of the Falcone Family. If he was told to kill someone, he’d do it. But Ernesto, he was different. He...

[Los Angeles, California.]

“Ehhhh???? Why so many ‘there’s’?! It’s same thing!” With one swipe of her arm, Kyung-ha sent the sheets of paper on the mesa, tabela flying in uncontrolled directions. Her nose wrinkled in frustration, glaring at the page where she had scribbled in the wrong respostas to her husband’s English worksheet.

George sighed, excusing himself from the mesa, tabela to pick up the mess Kyung-ha made. He returned to his assento and pointed at the error Kyung-ha made. “Now let’s go over the rules again, shall we?” He gave an effort of a smile while watching his wife stubbornly...

~5 Years Later~

Rikki, twenty seven years old, member of the Cornello Family. One of the last branches of the old heritage of mafioso in New York, as well as being a crumbling family like all the others. Riki was always one called Rat-Face Rikki. Other than his appearance, his blonde stringy hair tied in a ponytail, his jagged teeth and his pinched nose, giving that appearance of a rat, it was also something that fit his personality. When he knew a situation got bad, however it would take, however it would get him out, he’d take those chances. No matter how it hurt his reputation, or his loyalty...