Two weeks prior
“Thanks for the ride, Tommy” Hector said, having stepped out of the car to head into the subway
“You कहा आप needed to get some train tickets. It was the least I could do”
Hector and Tommy had driven out to the subway, Hector having made up his own plan for getting out of the Falcone family. He was going to get a train ticket for him and Ernesto, get out of the city as far as they can, and hopefully get Frederick if he could. He stepped down the stairs toward the bottom looking for the ticket stall down below, his cigarette in between his lips and his कोट over his shoulders...

(A/N: Ummmm so pretend all dialogue is in Korean for the sake of my sanity... mkay thank you, enjoy पढ़ना what my 2AM self could come up with.)

Amsil, North Korea

“You should be grateful we’ve kept आप and haven’t sold आप for those three cows that man offered!” A short, older woman द्वारा the name of Chaewon Park yelled, her grey bangs that had gone unwashed for days disheveled and messy. Her plain white dress was stained and had multiple tears to them. It was clear she was one of the many neglected people living in the outskirts of a country under tyranny rule. “You repay your own family...

~Four Months Prior~

Hector and Ernesto were sitting at the ice cream parlor that Hector and Ernesto had regulated a lot when he was a kid. Not a spot that they had gone to in a while. Hector wasn’t sure what it was that Ernesto would need to clear his head, but he knew it wasn’t something that could be simply eased. Seeing a child die, killing her and her mother, all because someone told आप to. For Hector, that was all his life was for. That was what he was told ever since he was part of the Falcone Family. If he was told to kill someone, he’d do it. But Ernesto, he was different. He...

[Los Angeles, California.]

“Ehhhh???? Why so many ‘there’s’?! It’s same thing!” With one swipe of her arm, Kyung-ha sent the sheets of paper on the तालिका, टेबल flying in uncontrolled directions. Her nose wrinkled in frustration, glaring at the page where she had scribbled in the wrong जवाब to her husband’s English worksheet.

George sighed, excusing himself from the तालिका, टेबल to pick up the mess Kyung-ha made. He returned to his सीट and pointed at the error Kyung-ha made. “Now let’s go over the rules again, shall we?” He gave an effort of a smile while watching his wife stubbornly...

~5 Years Later~

Rikki, twenty seven years old, member of the Cornello Family. One of the last branches of the old heritage of mafioso in New York, as well as being a crumbling family like all the others. Riki was always one called Rat-Face Rikki. Other than his appearance, his blonde stringy hair tied in a ponytail, his jagged teeth and his pinched nose, giving that appearance of a rat, it was also something that fit his personality. When he knew a situation got bad, however it would take, however it would get him out, he’d take those chances. No matter how it hurt his reputation, या his loyalty...