Blaine Nicholas Santora^

Hello my name is Blaine Nicholas Santora.

I'm twenty, twenty-one in just about twelve hours.

I'm 6'9.

And I am the sole heir to the infamous Santora Mafia.

Son of Frank and Grace Santora.

I have a bank account of thirty-two billion dollars and own multiply companies that I personally run.

And I'm Gay.

November 12, 20XX

My name has been  both a curse and greatest thing in my life. Right now my father has called a meeting for my twenty-first birthday, we all gather round me seeing all the gang members I've grown up with over the twenty years of my life. My father stands up and starts a speech I never would 've thought I hear.

"As we all know my son is turning twenty-one today and I have been getting frail in my old age, well I'll just spit it out I have lung cancer the stupid doctors say I have less then a year left but I say I can pull through for a year I love you all and as you know my son is already prepared to take over, we are half as strong as we use to be but I'd like to point out the my son would do a great job as the new father of the house" For a long pause I take in that a tear has left my eye and that my lovely mother is crying "Now please don't fret I'm not gonna drop this moment but I'd like to say that all of you here that owe me may finally leave those who are here for me and want out I will let you leave, but if you wanna support my son you may son I leave it to you."

I stand and look over the table of eyes that hold sadness and worry, knowing what I must do and holding my ground I walk over to my father and engulf him into a hug and kiss his hand. Looking over the people here I speak.

"I would like to free you all no matter what I will build this mafia from the ground up if I call for you I would like you to stay but other then that you may all leave my fathers work is not my own and in name I will create my own name, keeping the strong blood of the Santora I will create a new generation and make the world embrace and fear me, the Santora will be reborn into anew with my fathers death and I will be reborn with his courage and strength, I will create madness and peace make the world know that the Santora is not to be messed with, that is all."

Finishing my speech I walk out into my office freeing all of them wasn't the smartest idea of all but I needed to do it many people know that I am far more demanding then my father, looking through my files and documents I note all the men we will be letting go. then I make a list out of people who I desire to stay.

-Corbin: Weapons Expert, Protection, Intel Expert

-Jett: Hacker, Computer Expert

-Maria: Assassin, Weapon Expert, Auction Connections

-Tooth: Drug Expert, Drug Dealer, Drug Connections

  -Killer: Killer, Torture Expert, Assassin 

Having the list I quickly email them information and what I plan to do. Quickly making a plan to start anew, being in America has it's perks and downfalls so I have it all figured out.

November 13, 20XX

Walking into my fathers library I see him sitting in a chair reading one of his million books and walk and sit next to him.

"Father I have already made the list of people and I have my bank account and my companies the five people I've picked have agreed to stay with me and I plan to move to the home place of Santora Mafia and start anew where it began." After finishing my father looks up with proud eyes and ask one question

"Italy?"

"Yes father I plan to go to Italy."

"I hope big things for you my son and don't forget to say goodbye to your mother."

"Of course, love you padre"

"Ti amo a figlio"

Walking out of his presence I walk through the now empty house into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking, walking up to her she sees me a hugs me and starts to cry softly into my shirt.

"I love you mamma"

Her crying harder she speaks with a crack in her voice.

"Ti amo mio bambino"

Letting her go softly I kiss her hand and hug her one last time.

Walking out the kitchen I walk into my room and pick my things up and go into the garage having everything I need I walk up to my car and unlock it.

I pick up my people having Maria in my passenger and Jett, Corbin, Killer, and Tooth in an SUV behind us getting to LAX we unpack into the cart and check in having our plan come in, in about thirty minutes. Going to Killer who is getting the most looks I walk up to him and give him a big smile.

"So guess you've become the first hottest here it hurts my ego oh so much" trying to hold back a laugh I see a glarer form on his face

"Har har har well I have you know imma beat you till you're begging for me to just to end you"

If not for the fact I've grown to get use to him I'd probably be scared but I know his weakness.

"Oh! well I know that you love it when you're the bottom you under someone moaning and screaming, you may be a badass motherfucker but to me you're just a cutie who needs to be fucked until they know who's boss so don't fuck with me Killer or I might just fuck you."

Done letting him know who's boss I walk over to Maria and start discussing about business when the plane lands and we start boarding. Being in first class helps us discuss and plan ahead. Walking up to the hostess I hand her my passport and ticket which she looks over and hands back to me, while waiting for the rest of them to finish up  look through my phone finding that I have many things to deal with and then they all finish up and walk over to me. Leading them into the plane I walk up front and sit into first class having a round seating area all of us fitting.

We all start discussing plans and what not, Maria and I discuss how we'll go to some slave auctions and find strong people to work for us and play things to keep us busy. Killer explains that he needs a new "play room" as he likes to call them, then Jett explains how he needs a station for his things and stuff he needs, Maria needs weapons and what not, Tooth then goes on the explain that he has some connections from Italy that he can build up and find more connections. I then go on the explain that I have made some connections with Cosa Nostra one of the well known mafia's down in Italy and that I have some help from them since they help support some of my many companies. Once we are done figuring out plans and things we need I then go down to work on my computer figuring out some things and getting down to territory and how not to get involved in  stupid turf wars with already there gangs.

November 14, 20XX

Finally landing we get a van taxi and go to the office of Real Estate and go down to Mr. Goodman office telling him my name and what not he give me the keys and papers of ownership of an estate in Palermo, Italy population of six hundred and eighty thousand people and no gang currently lives there well now the Santora occupies Palermo. Done with everything I walk out the office we grab another van taxi and are on are way to are new home.