Mafia AU. WARNING: SWEARING, USE OF DRUGS, MENTIONS OF SEX, VIOLENCE.
Prologue
My family is pretty solid. I have no rats, never had any. Rumors go around that I trust people too much, which is wrong, my gut feeling is never wrong and my position in this world today can play as my advocate. For example, take Nami: people tend to mistake her for my goomah all the time. I knew from the beginning that she wasn't a lady to mess with. Ask her if she fucks with any of the family and she will cut your balls off and send them to your wife. Zoro gets mistaken a lot too. Rumors went around about that guy even before I stepped into the picture. My people detecting abilities saved his ass from getting raped in prison. In return, he saved my ass more times than the number of fingers lost in this garbage business. He is my consigliere, right-hand man, and best friend. The family changed over the years. Back in the days, we were just some stupid kids not able to do much, now we're stupid adults able to blow your fucking brains out. Back in the days, we could think about Spaghetti alle vongole without vomiting. Back in the days, we still stupidly believed that we were a lot different from the pigs. – as Dadan liked to call them. You know, stuff like that. But a lot stayed the same with this thing of ours. Nami still likes money, Sanji likes the ladies, Zoro gets lost on his way to the fucking toilet, Brook is a god damn pervert with a pretty great voice and I still wear the signature hat that is probably as infamous as I am. The thing made people remember me as straw hat Luffy after all.
Chicago, 1950's.
Next: chapter 1 – this thing of ours.