[Fubb]

Just to add excitement early on....

It was a cool spring day, and as usual, Vito "Fubbles" Pirelli was working at Uncle Scallero's bakery. He worked behind the counter, helping customers with breads, but really, he was their to watch; making sure local thugs, or even worse, mafia members, didn't come and rough the place up and try to extort "Uncle Joey" (who wasn't really his uncle, he just called him that) up, and force him to pay 'protection' fee's.

Now, had it been a normal store like everything else, it probably wouldn't be important. But this was no ordinary bakery. This bakery had a moonshine still, which Joey make moonshine from, and sold it to the locals. He used the money to bribe the police, and to pay Fubbles handsomely, as well as help raise his kids, using the money for schooling and giving them the opportunity to do more then just run the family business. But as always, crime, even with good intentions, usually comes back to bite you.

Fubbles had been in the alley, taking a smoke break. He had only been hired because he mentioned he had 'experiences' with the Mafia before, recalling his teen years in Sicily, with his uncle always telling him story's. He hadn't really been a criminal, but he thought a little white lie couldn't be bad if it got him a job and a pistol to look tough with. Not that he had used it yet.

While Fubbles was smoking, he heard some ruckus inside, and shook it off as nothing; probably just a worker dropping a hot frying pan. But then 2 shots rang out and he heard screams. Instantly he sprang to action, scared and sweating as he barged into the back of the bakery. The workers were cringing in the back room, and one said something about some rough looking type coming into the store. Fubbles burst through the doors into the main part of the bakery, only to find Joey bleeding to death in a pool of blood.

(Because im too lazy to make a dialogue, and because i should be in bed cause i need to work in the morning, Ima shorten this up)

Joey was on his last breaths, and as Fubbles crouched by him, Joey whispered about Reggio Accardo coming in with 2 other mucles, and demanding him to give them protection money. He said no, so Reggio shot him, saying that he needed to send a message to the other people of Little Italy. With his dieing breath's, Joey made Fubbles Promise something; Regardless of danger, and regardless of who gets between him, he must kill Reggio Accardo.

Fubbles Promised, and the day following Joey's funeral, and his son eighteen year old son Paul taking over the business, Fubbles sprang his plan of Vendetta into action, and began looking around Italy for associates that could help him. He also found two tough looking muscle at a local hangout who he had Paul hire. While they wouldn't have guns, they'd still be helpful for defending the Bakery in case the Accardo's came back.

(Our Family gains 1 Business: Uncle Scallero's Bakery.)

Money isn't going to be handled by numbers, but rather, the type of business we own will determine how often we can afford new things, like cars or more muscle to defend places, or guns.