A/N: This is the first chapter of a story put together by NateToDaMax and INSERT NAME HERE99. This chapter is somewhat short, but the rest of the story will be pretty long. Reviews, of course, are always welcome, and we will learn and build our story off of the criticism that we receive. This story is rated M for language, violence, and gore. Thanks for reading, and we hope you enjoy the ride.

Chapter 1:

The Arrival

"When are we getting to Liberty City?" Sal yelled to the captain of the ship

The captain didn't acknowledge him; either he didn't hear him or didn't want to talk

"5 years learning fucking English and these pricks don't know a fucking word I'm saying" Sal thought to himself. He was in a boat. He was going to Liberty City to live with his father, to carry on the Leone family business, to kill, steal, and deal drugs, only killing was called "eliminating", stealing was "borrowing", and drug dealing was just being a "street pharmacist". Sal has been living with his Ma, until his father, Francesco, wrote in a letter that "non è imparare ad essere un uomo che vivono in Sicilia con la mamma", which meant "you don't learn how to be a man in Sicily living with your mama". Sal thought he was already a man. He was 25 years old, and he had to learn English from his mother (which took 5 years to speak it fluently. He couldn't tell how his dad learned.). Salvatore thought he was a man, but according to his father he wasn't. Becoming a "man" in the mafia was a tedious business, but the rewards were worth it.

Sal quickly noticed everyone moving towards the front of the ship. He peeked through the crowd and saw a statue of a woman holding a torch; he didn't see what the big deal was. A sigh of relief escaped Sal as Liberty City came into view. It was a huge city, with towering skyscrapers, hotels, office buildings, and other establishments. The sun was falling behind the buildings, creating a vivid glow that fell upon the water and glistened in everyone's eyes.

He had to go through a process where the people there got your papers, and checked to see if you're sick. After 2 hours, which was pretty fast compared to the rest of the people, he left the island he was on and saw his father waiting for him. He had built up a headache from the process, but he was glad to see his father. A long black car was sitting behind him.

"Salvatore, il mio ragazzo, come lei è stato" his father said hugging him. He was a tall man, with wide, broad shoulders and short gray hair. He often carried the stench of cigar smoke with him, but he was rarely seen without one hanging out of his mouth.

"Dad, I've learned English." Sal said in response.

"You have?" his father foolishly asked.

How could I be lying about speaking English while speaking English? Sal thought. "Yes, Pa." he finally said.

Francesco chuckled. "How've you been my boy?" He asked happily and proudly.

"I've been good, Papa." Sal said, half-lying.

"Get in the car Salvatore, I have a lot to teach you."

Francesco picked up Sal's luggage and threw them in the back of his vehicle before walking over and getting in.

"So, how was your trip?" Francesco asked.