It was a musky evening in the city, the silence and stillness was nerve-racking. Nothing had gone on throughout the day. However, that has never mattered before while the mobsters still held their name strong. O’malley’s. The name could send chills down someone spine just by saying it, the O’malley’s were notorious. They were bootleggers, robbers, cons, you name it. They had their history to prove that they were. They left a trail of blood in their tracks, making sure the city’d remember their name. Even so, there was still silence.. Until finally, the bank’s sirens blarred throughout the city. The police hurried to their cars and pressed down so hard on their gas pedals you’d think they were the ones running away.

Blackjack O’Malley the new proclaimed boss of the O’ Malley Mob stands up and looks out his door, his hat tipped downwards as he watches the police race by. He figures it’s one of the other mobs or just a plain robbery and he goes back inside, flicks his hat back up crossing his arms, and plops down in a chair next to his father, Anthony O’Malley.

“Boy what’s goin’ on out there? Too much racket for it to be any normalcy around here. Even with those other mobsters, they’d of went to their own side of the city.” Anthony says, his eyebrows furring. Blackjack just responds with an irritable shake of his head, “Couldn’t tell ya, Pops.”

The door bursts open, and there stands Tony O’ Malley. Disowned son of Anthony for trying to smuggle away the money the mob had once acquired from a casio robbery. Anthony and Blackjack’s heads turn to the door. Their eyes go into hard cold glare once they see Tony.

Tony’s head hangs low and his fur soaked due to the fogged over streets, along with his feet and legs being covered in mud and water from running through puddles. Blackjack stands up, “You know you don’t belong here, Tony. You broke an oath, you broke our trust.” He snaps, what he was going to say next interrupted by Tony tossing a bag at his feet.

“What’s this, boy? You think we’re gonna let you stay for some measly coins? Forget about it!” He kicks the bag back over to Tony, whom looks at Blackjack and kicks it back over to him again. Tony sighs, “Brother please… Just open it.” He pleads, his eyes darting from the door to Blackjack.

The O’Malley brother catches his siblings gaze, “Got somewhere to be?” He asks, not truly caring. Tony grumbles, “BLACKJACK OPEN THE GOD D*MN BAG!” His voice raises higher than he wanted and he glances out the window again. Blackjack finally does as Tony begs, he opens the bag and shuffles through it. His expression going from anger and confusion.

“How in the name of marie did you come up with all this money, Tony?” Blackjack asks, while he pulls out some showing it to his father. Tony gulps, “I may of robbed the bank down low..” He rubs the back of his neck, “Can i please stay? Just one night? You gotta have mercy on me.”

After a fairly long time of pure silence, besides the sirens off in the distance, Anthony stands up. “Alright, Tony. You can stay tonight, but if you make one wrong move i’m gonna clip ya.” He states, then leaves to the other room. Blackjack nods in agreement with their father and glares at Tony, “I got my eye on you, pal.” He says and follows Anthony, leaving Tony by himself to lock up the house and shut down the lights.