[ WP ] You were born into the Mafia , only it was hidden from you . At the age of 18 , your parents died before telling you about their 'business ' . You believe all the euphemisms used by your underlings literally , thus preserving your ignorance .

`` Hey boss, we got a problem.'' 
 
 I turn my attention away from Mr. Fluffles and focus on the large, silver haired man across from me. 
 
 `` What kind of problem, Uncle Gino?'' 
 
 `` It's the Marconi family. They've started to move in on our turf. I hear they've even opened up a new restaurant on Sixth Street.'' 
 
 Mr. Fluffles bats at my arm and I turn back to him, reaching down to scratch him behind his ears. He purrs happily. 
 
 `` Oh, Uncle Gino, honestly. It's not that big of a deal. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone.'' 
 
 Gino eyes me reproachfully. He looks like he wants to say something, but he opts to remain silent. Shrugging, I continue. 
 
 `` In fact, we should congratulate the Marconis on the success of their new restaurant. Have Auntie Chris make them some of her special tiramisu and deliver it their Sixth Street location with my compliments.'' 
 
 Gino's eyes widen with understanding. `` Oh, just like the Caprelli family.'' 
 
 I nod my head and shift my scratching fingers down the small of Mr. Fluffle's back. The milk white Persian arcs his back in pleasure. 
 
 `` Yes, just like the Caprellis. It's a real pity about that gas explosion. How is Joe Caprelli anyways?'' 
 
 Uncle Gino smirks. `` Last I heard he was still breathing through a tube.'' 
 
 I shake my head sadly. `` Terrible, just terrible. Please, send some flowers to his hospital room with my regards.'' 
 
 Uncle Gino looks taken aback. I can hear him mumble `` Jesus Christ...'' under his breath. No doubt he is touched by my compassion. 
 
 `` Anything else Gino?'' 
 
 `` No, that's all. I'll get right on that tiramisu and them flowers.'' 
 
 `` Great! Thanks Gino, you're a great help as always.'' 
 
 Gino smiles and steps out of the room. Once the door is closed, I pick Mr. Fluffles up and look at him in his cute little squished face. 
 
 `` Who's a fat little smudge of fluff? Yes you! It's Mr. Fluffles! It is! It is!'' 
 
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 Gino closes the door behind him, and instantly the tension leaves his body. With a boss like Mike `` The Cat Man'' Rappa, every moment is a tense one. The man's bloodlust was legendary, and being a member of his family did n't necessarily offer any protection. Cousin Tony is waiting for him outside. He's sweating bullets. 
 
 `` How'd it go?'' 
 
 Gino lights a cigarette and smiles in Tony's direction. `` Fine. Boss has decided to direct our more violent efforts outside of the family this time. Get Auntie Chris on the line, tell her to get cooking another one of her bombs ready to send to the new coke house on Sixth. And somebody call Seqoia Jim, Boss wants to wrap things up with Joe Caprelli. Quietly.'' 
 
 Tony looks confused. `` You want Seqoia Jim to wrap up Joe Caprelli. What, like a present?'' 
 
 Gino smacks him on the back of his head. 
 
 `` No dumbass! I want Seqoia Jim to put poison in Caprelli's IV. Ai n't you heard the expression'wrapped up' before? Honestly Tony, sometimes you're a real fucking idiot.'' 

