Memories of the Past
Chapter 1: Family of Michael
My name is Michael Cerrington. I live in New York City. I work for Thomas Leone, a mob boss. Mr. Leone is a very nice person who gets respect very easily from people. Some people say that I'm a bad man, because I kill people a lot, almost every day.
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New York City
May 14, 1931
I woke up after my sad dreams about Sally, my sister. She was the only thing that was closest to me. I felt pain after thinking about this. But I had to go to work on time, so I hurried downstairs of my house. I still thought about my sister. I couldn't let it go. Sally was my only family member I had left; all of the others were dead. My wife died five years ago. I never had children. I felt more pain. But I had to leave it for the moment, so I did so. I left the house, taking the car keys from my work desk.
I walked out to my car. It was a Ford Model T, the finest car there was. The car's engines started up. I was on the road. There were only a few cars that passed by as I drove to work.
After fifteen minutes of driving, I finally arrived at my destination. I saw Robert Cason outside of the gangster bar. I parked my car on the front side of the bar. I took the car keys with me. The bar seemed to be full of people. I ran to Robert.
"How are you, Mike?" Robert asked me.
"Fine, thanks. And you?"
"I'm fine," He replied, with a small smile on his face.
"Did you have those sad dreams again?" He asked.
"Yeah, not the first time."
"Sorry, I can't help you with them," He said.
"Don't be sorry," I replied.
After a few minutes of talking, I entered the bar. I saw some of my fellow mafia family members, like Samuel Lennings, Peter Vichney, and Frank Cason. I searched the bar for Tom Leone. He was at the back room, sitting with another gangster. Leone sent the gangster out to his duties, when I came.
"So, Mike...I assume that you are ready for another job?" Tom asked.
"That's why I'm here."
"Good. I want you to go with Robert and Frank to the downtown bank." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"To steal money...don't worry, it's just the money of another gang." He explained.
"So, you're saying that we're going to avenge Bill's death to the Italians?" I asked.
"Yes. Now hurry, they're already waiting for you outside." He answered.
I went through the back door. Frank and Robert were waiting for me, as Tom told me.
"Mike, do you want to drive?" Frank asked me.
"Yeah, why not?" I replied.
"Go ahead." Frank said.
I drove the car at an average of 39/mph. It was a warm day, probably one of the warmest in New York City. I love warm days, not the cold ones. Coldness reminded me of the sad days.
We soon arrived at the bank. It seemed to be empty, except for the employees and for a few people.
I stopped the car. I turned the engines off. We walked out of the car, and into the bank.
Frank took out his Tommy gun, and so me and Robert did the same.
"This is a heist!" Frank yelled.
"Get down on the floor, now!" He continued.
Chapter 1: Family of Michael
My name is Michael Cerrington. I live in New York City. I work for Thomas Leone, a mob boss. Mr. Leone is a very nice person who gets respect very easily from people. Some people say that I'm a bad man, because I kill people a lot, almost every day.
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New York City
May 14, 1931
I woke up after my sad dreams about Sally, my sister. She was the only thing that was closest to me. I felt pain after thinking about this. But I had to go to work on time, so I hurried downstairs of my house. I still thought about my sister. I couldn't let it go. Sally was my only family member I had left; all of the others were dead. My wife died five years ago. I never had children. I felt more pain. But I had to leave it for the moment, so I did so. I left the house, taking the car keys from my work desk.
I walked out to my car. It was a Ford Model T, the finest car there was. The car's engines started up. I was on the road. There were only a few cars that passed by as I drove to work.
After fifteen minutes of driving, I finally arrived at my destination. I saw Robert Cason outside of the gangster bar. I parked my car on the front side of the bar. I took the car keys with me. The bar seemed to be full of people. I ran to Robert.
"How are you, Mike?" Robert asked me.
"Fine, thanks. And you?"
"I'm fine," He replied, with a small smile on his face.
"Did you have those sad dreams again?" He asked.
"Yeah, not the first time."
"Sorry, I can't help you with them," He said.
"Don't be sorry," I replied.
After a few minutes of talking, I entered the bar. I saw some of my fellow mafia family members, like Samuel Lennings, Peter Vichney, and Frank Cason. I searched the bar for Tom Leone. He was at the back room, sitting with another gangster. Leone sent the gangster out to his duties, when I came.
"So, Mike...I assume that you are ready for another job?" Tom asked.
"That's why I'm here."
"Good. I want you to go with Robert and Frank to the downtown bank." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"To steal money...don't worry, it's just the money of another gang." He explained.
"So, you're saying that we're going to avenge Bill's death to the Italians?" I asked.
"Yes. Now hurry, they're already waiting for you outside." He answered.
I went through the back door. Frank and Robert were waiting for me, as Tom told me.
"Mike, do you want to drive?" Frank asked me.
"Yeah, why not?" I replied.
"Go ahead." Frank said.
I drove the car at an average of 39/mph. It was a warm day, probably one of the warmest in New York City. I love warm days, not the cold ones. Coldness reminded me of the sad days.
We soon arrived at the bank. It seemed to be empty, except for the employees and for a few people.
I stopped the car. I turned the engines off. We walked out of the car, and into the bank.
Frank took out his Tommy gun, and so me and Robert did the same.
"This is a heist!" Frank yelled.
"Get down on the floor, now!" He continued.