Los Angeles State Prison!
After finishing his dinner in his private cell, sixty-year-old Anthony Moritti...
He had once been a member of the Los Angeles Mafia, ruthless and brazen.
He had once been a big shot in the West Coast Underworld, trafficking drugs, smuggling, kidnapping, and selling weapons. There was almost nothing he didn't dare do.
He was a truly depraved gangster. Unlike most mob bosses, who started going respectable as they got older, he loved being on the front lines. He loved killing and torturing, and loved seeing people look at him with fear and despair.
But he was rich, and he wasn't short on brains. The Los Angeles police had never found a way to take him down.
That was until Kingpin began expanding into the West Coast. A twisted, ruthless fighter like Anthony made the perfect target to establish his reputation.
Anthony got scared, so he chose to put himself in prison, a way of bowing his head and giving in while moving his operations underground.
From his cell, he remotely controlled his men on the outside, having them continue to amass wealth for him.
A middle-aged prison guard opened the cell door and came in to collect Anthony's tray. Then, taking the check Anthony handed him, he asked, "Why are you so happy?"
The middle-aged guard glanced at the bottle of Red Wine worth several thousand dollars on the table and asked curiously, "Something good happen?"
Anthony took a sip of Red Wine with a smile and said, "An old friend owes me a lot of money, but now he wants to ditch me and go solo.
"So I found his wife and daughter and decided to remind him who's boss!"
The guard was taken aback, then suddenly smiled and said, "I have another piece of