One Night Mafia

. . .Two years later. . . It was a busy mall and I wasn’t sure why I came here myself but something with pile of money and nothing to do all day isn’t a good combination for anyone. I had spent money of women, booze and every imaginable sport but today I had come to get myself a suit.A suit of the highest standards for a mobster of such high standing was a fitting match.It was during my aimless walking in the mall when I glanced upon her. Totally lost and confused like an abandoned puppy.“You look lost, you need help?”I asked this beauty of a lady that was totally out of her elements. Her long, golden hair blended in beautifully with her deep blue eyes.“Ah! You surprised me. I wasn’t expecting anyone to guess I was lost.”She shot back as she turned towards me. I held back from responding that it was very obvious how lost she was even from half way across the mall but knew b

Two years, and now six months after the infamous incident where Enrico and his thugs had killed that cop in our bank heist, we now were truly on the brink of being caught after this turn of events.The day after the three of us had escaped from the Miami Vice Police Department alive and unscathed, there was a field day for the press in newspapers, televisions and radio stations. There was buzzing talk of an underground mob in the Vice, and the cops hadn't been doing their job properly.One of the main questions that had been asked to the chief of police was 'How was it possible two men leaked into the building and pulled a prisoner loose under your nose?'. The question made the chief stutter and unable to answer the question, leaving the people and inhabitants of Miami Vice feeling uneasy and unprepared for what had been hitting him as of late.We the mob ourselves were rather pleased with this turn of events, when in fact we should've been afraid. A

When word of Andrea's plan to be murdered hit me, I was already stunned about Diaz's idea of killing her tonight. Of all nights, Giovanni Diaz wanted Mario and I to lead them in killing an innocent woman.I just couldn't do that. Deep inside of me I couldn't kill an innocent young girl; she had done nothing wrong to deserve such a punishment, all she did was her job. And for some reason, I wouldn't allow myself to hurt her for any reason.From where I was standing at the time, I was at the table where Mario and I were with Ken and Enrico. The women had left the two of them, and even much of the people who were dancing to the live music were beginning to leave. It was 2AM at the time and time just seemed to be passing by so quickly.In just a few moments, Mario and I were going to get into our cars and head down to Vice Springs, the beach were Jeff had reported Andrea. It also ca

I remember Andrea not speaking with me for the rest of the night. I couldn't blame her; she had nothing to say to me, and I could tell by the way her distant look out the window spoke actions louder then words that she didn't want me to say anything to her either. It may have been a moment of silence for her, but for me, it was awkward.As I drove the car through the streets, I opened the window half way down. It seemed to be getting kind of warm inside the vehicle. The streetlights were still lit, the fluorescent white and orange glowing over us. I could feel the cool breeze hitting my face, the tingling sensation cooling me down.For the time being, I turned the radio on a little low. I switched the station over to one playing 80s music, something that I didn't often listen to, but nonetheless able to break silence with a beat. "Like disco?" I asked Andrea.No response. I sighed heavily, tightening my grip on the wheel. "Look, Andrea, I'm sorry." I

As Mario was on his phone once again, he stood on the veranda with the door closed so no one would hear him. He made it imperative no one in his family knew who he was. Looking out at the setting sun in New York, he could see it was already hiding behind the horizon at dusk."Okay." He said quietly. "Alright, good. I'm glad to hear you're safe, Andrea.""I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you, Mario." Andrea replied. "I didn't mean to ask for your help like that." Mario could hear the solemnest of her apology bring out the sensitive side in her.Mario nodded, now focusing on the downtown part of New York City. Ahead, he thought maybe now he could finally see if he could find Mindy Forelli again, a girl whom he had not laid eyes on for over six years."Don't you worry about it." He said firmly. "People make mistakes; just don't dwell on them for the rest of your life.