Freeverse Deathground - 1.31

New York City. It's tougher than a two-bit steak, more dangerous than a beautiful woman, and more unforgiving than a pair of burlap undershorts. It takes guts to make it in this town, but nobody ever called you a coward...at least not twice. It was all going so well... Carlo Two Toes decided to retire to Miami Beach, (well, okay, maybe you helped him make up his mind a little - he used to be Carlo Three Toes afterall), but he left you his sweet little bookmaking operation before he went. The dough was rolling in, your wiseguys were happy as clams in linguini, and you finally found a fedora that fit your unusally shaped head. Life was good. Then that rat, Don D'Oro started moving in on your rackets on the docks, and Miss DeMeaner developed a thirst for your bootlegging business in Brooklyn... You knew it couldn't last; there are just too many Bosses in this town who want a piece of your action. Well, you'll just have to do something about that, won't you? This is New York afterall, this is... DEATHGROUND!