
Wait, uh, there is no Mafia... these are just some guys, you know?
You start out being the driver for robberies, eventually getting in on planning the heists, before you finally get the in, and they post you as a collector in the protection racket. It is an active life, full of challenge and danger, and you just gotta keep on grinding it out, soldier. Some day, especially if things keep going so good for you, you might even get made.
Today, you get a phone call from one of your right-hand men. He seems frantic, almost cracking when he reveals Numbballs Nicky was whacked. "Word on the street is that the Mollkins did it," he snarls, "What do we do?"