I'm a man with a story to tell. My name's Michael Morrone and I'm eighteen. I just finished English class, and I'm on my way back to my locker to meet with my friends. People look at me as one of the most well-respected people in St. Anthony's High School.

My best friend, Loren Hiscott, is also eighteen, and has his locker next to mine. We've known each other since Grade 2. Here he is now.

Mike: So where's the rest of 'em?

Loren: They're at Rev's Dance Club. Said they got somethin' important to tell us.

Rev's Dance Club is one of the most popular dance clubs in L.A. There's always a lot of trouble going on there. We're going to go and meet up with our so called Mafia Circle. We are six people in all. Loren is a proud American from New York, and has many connections with his people here. He's my right-hand man. The rest of us hail from Sicily in Italy. I'm their leader, because I control certain matters and make vital decisions.

Antonio Larino is a hot shot with the guns. He has been around guns since he was a child. Now he's seventeen. A trained professional. He's earned our respect, but seems a little triggerhappy.

Roberto Spumonti is the greatest womanizer I know. He's been with at least thirty girls this year and is only 16, but he finally settled down with a cute chick named Cindy Legault. He's a sweet talker, and can get us out of some pretty tough situations. If he ain't right, no one else is right.

Then there's Angelo Peloso. The 17 year old is the brainer of the group. He handles computers, our finances, and fixes us up with some pretty nice girls (not to say that he doesn't have a cute one, himself). He's also been known to create some things that many people never heard of, which are always useful to us.

The last of the six is Luigi Torrito. He's one of the heftiest people I've ever seen, and can cook up some great meals. He's eighteen. We had to turn our spare bedroom into a weight room, just to get his dumbbells out of the kitchen.

By the way, we have a pretty remarkable house, not to brag or anything. My family used to live here until the Accident. It was very tragic for me. I had no one for about three months.

You see, it all happened one night when my parents and three sisters were coming home from my cousins' house in Beverly Hills. A bunch of bangers knocked their car off the road into a ditch. My father got out of the car and tried to reason with the assholes.

They shot him down along with the rest of my family and took all their belongings. My family members were found half an hour later by a highway copper, and there was obviously no sign of the murderers.

I was told this an hour after that, because I had to identify the bodies. After a month of depression, my uncle came up with an arrangement for me to live in. I could stay in my house 'cause I was old enough. He would pay for all the expenses and bills, but I had to give him a shipment of valuables and cash that we planned to steal from other gang members to send to the mafia kingpin in Sicily.

The kingpin supplies us with weapons, so that we're able to carry out the necessary acts. My five friends offered to help out in any way possible, so we formed this group. We all live together in my sixty-acre estate. We've been doing this for about two years, and have found it to be very profitable.

Loren: Mike, are you daydreamin' again? We're here.

We drove up in the most beautiful car I've ever seen in my life, the Ferrari Spider.

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