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WARNING: These stories are Rated M. There will be cursing, gore, other other mature stuff. CHAPTER 8: SUPPLY AND DEMAND LONDON ROYAL HOSPITAL, LONDON, ENGLAND PRESENT DAY "You stuffed his arse into a meat mincer?!" asked Gracie. "Well, technically he fell into it", said the old man as he coughed a bit. "I must say Mr. Carbone", said Father Jackson, "This is all rather very graphic". "Well that was the life of a Mafioso, father", said Memphis. Then a Nurse came in. "Excuse me for intruding, but I'm here to check your bed-pan. If now isn't a good time, I could come back later." "No-no. It's fine. You can take care of it," said Memphis. The nurse took care of the bed-pan and left. Memphis wasn't sure if it was his condition or his senses, but that nurse looked suspicious. "Anyway, as you were saying Grand-dad?" asked Gracie. "Oh yes. Anyway, after that job. Things went smoothly from there, excluding the times we had run-uns with Florentino's muscle. But then Winter came and

THESE ARE THE CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES SO FAR AS OF ACT 1, CHAPTER 8: ROSSETTI CRIME FAMILY: Memphis Carbone: Born in January 15th, 1927 and named after the City he was born in, Memphis moved to Luneburg with his mother, Caroline, after his moonshiner father, Giorgi, was killed in a deal gone wrong in 1934. After his mother was murdered by her pimp in 1936, Memphis was sent to the local orphanage were he had a rough upbringing thanks to the abusive nature of most of the Nuns who ran the place (especially the Mother Superior). In 1940, he left the orphanage and joined a small gang called the Midtown Marauders. Later in 1944 at the age of 17, Memphis got in trouble with a local gang and later lied about his age to join the army to avoid trouble. He was assigned to the 29th Infantry Division and had seen combat action on D-Day, later the Battle of Saint-Lô, and well into the invasion of Germany. After the war, he struggled to find employment until 1947 when he ended up helping a trio

WARNING: These stories are Rated M. There will be cursing, gore, other other mature stuff. CHAPTER 7: WHACK-A-MORON LUNEBURG, GEORGIA JULY 26th, 1947 The next two months went by fast. We had more run-ins with Florentino's guys trying to make a move on our turf and there was the odd ambush from the Walkers whenever we did any transactions in the country. But we were about to make a move on some guy who was too big for his britches and more lard in his brains than common sense. It was a hot Summer Day in July. I just got up and had a cup of coffee when the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?" "Hey Memphis, it's me". It was Tony. "Hey Tony. What's goin' on? I'm not late am I? It's too early." "You ain't. But Leo has got a big job for us today and wants us to come and see him down at the bar. It's kind of urgent". "Understood. I'll be right over". I hung up the phone and got dressed. I went down to the garage and got in my car and drove off. While I drove, I listened to the

WARNING: These stories are Rated M. There will be cursing other other mature stuff. CHAPTER 6: FULL HOUSE LUNEBURG, GEORGIA MAY 22nd, 1947 Soon May came around the Corner. We did more jobs such working security, grand theft auto, and other crimes. I was climbing my way up the ranks, I met more of the family's associates, but I had yet to meet more. It was during one of those meetings that I reunited with someone from my past. It was a dark night, me, Sal, Tony, Enzo, and Eddie were heading back to Little Italy from a job. I noticed we were pulling into a parking lot next to a gun shop. "We're we stopping here guys? Do we have a new guy on our take?" I asked. "Nah. Pop said we've been working hard lately and figured we deserved some unwind at Francesca's", said Enzo. "Francesca's? Who's she?" "Heh-heh, and here I thought we introduced you to everyone", said Eddie, "Jus' folla' me and we'll tell ya". We crossed the street from the gunshop. After checking the coast

WARNING: These stories are Rated M. There will be cursing other other mature stuff. CHAPTER 5: SPECIAL DELIVERY MEMPHIS' APARTMENT, UPTOWN, LUNEBURG, GEORGIA APRIL 5th, 1947 A few days after that incident, I was at home, enjoying a day off. It was around the evening. I was laid back in my new lazy boy, with my feet propped up on the ottoman and listening to the radio when the phone rang. I got up and answered it, Eddie was on the other end. "Hello?" "Hey Memphis, it's me". "Oh hey Eddie. How's the promotion?" "It's good." "So what's goin' on?" "Memphis, I hate to bother ya on your night off, but we need an extra pair of hands." "What's goin' on?" "I don't to talk it over on the phone. Just come over to Marko's workshop and we'll talk there". "Alright", I said hanging up the phone, "Well there's goes my Saturday night". I grabbed my keys, my wallet, and headed downstairs to the garage. I got into my car and drove off to Rossetti's Bar. While I drove, I listened