We were in the auditorium in my house, yes, the auditorium. I was on stage, the neatest and most expensive uniform being on me. I had just had what I could say was among the top ten best sex adventures I've had in my life. The body of the lady who was bound to divorce me later for half the money that made me rich now lay in my cemetery for all to see. The gravestone was similar to the others, made of diamond, I like to keep the dead happy, you could say.<br/><br/>Now, back to the present. I smiled and looked out behind my podium at the rows of neatly dressed mafia, the Don was in his front row chair, his long white beard draped over his chest, we always joked behind his back about how his hair had grown on his chin instead of his bald head. I raised my hands, whispers died down into something of a 'peaceful' silence, although I knew almost none of us were really at peace, we killers never are at peace.<br/><br/>I coughed whole-heartily before speaking, "Of course, me being the great man I am, I accept my new position!" I said, all too kindly, "But nobody here actually thinks a party would only be made up of food and words! Oh no!" I halted, I allowed my eyes to move across the rows of my new henchmen. they were caught by my words, some of them literally on the edge of their seats, ready to pull out their guns and do the expected command I was to give...