Fanon:A Mafia Story, of a Not-So Mafia Family

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The Accardo Family has been showered in riches, ever since the start. This is a story, starting in the middle. It's a story, about three people. Tommy Accardo, the best Forensics agent in the city of Sunset Valley. Vinnie Accardo, the Charismatic Local Representatice of the city. And Angelo Accardo, the wannabe Mob Boss, who isn't very good in the Criminal career.
 * Tommy Accardo: The Enterprising Forensics Agent. The one who's earning most of the money for the family. Though, with that kind of power, he's bound to have some enemies. He's an amazing artist, and quite good with a wrench, as well. Though what will his jealous brothers try, will they try to kill him?
 * Vinnie Accardo: The second most famous of the Three brothers. As Local Representative of Sunset Valley, it's not just his brothers he has to worry about. Quite evil, he's managed to stay out of the Mafia buisness. Will his evil personality get the best of him? Only time will tell.
 * Angelo Accardo: One of the most pathetic Criminals on this Earth, Angelo has somehow managed to claw his way up to the position of Getaway Driver. In incredible danger of losing his job, will he persevere, and become a Mob Boss? It's unlikely, considering how he spends most of his time in Prison, but it's possible. Though will he try to kill one of his brothers first?

Chapter 1: Introductions
"I'll deliver the Still Life tomorrow, when I come to work, okay? I already finished it, get off of my back for once, alright?" Tommy hung up the phone. Every day was like this, of course. I wish these people would quit bothering me, I mean, when you're the most talented person in the city, people get a little demanding. He thought. He slammed his fist on the table.

"You alright there, Tommy? Seem a bit angry." Vinnie inquired.

"Really? I seeam angry? Gee, I had no idea." Tommy replied sarcastically. He was exhausted, he wasn't normally like this. He had a good personality. "Hey, when did we get that new Painting?" He asked.

"Oh, that? I... don't know. I saw it in City Hall, how did it get here?" Vinnie asked, nonchalantly.

Tommy knew the answer. Vinnie always tried to hide it, but his brothers knew. He was a well-known Kleptomaniac, he couldn't help it. He often pawned it off to people. Tommy sighed. He took a sip of coffee, and walked over to his Police Cruiser. He fumbled with the keys, and dropped them on the pavement. Their house was situated right near the lake, it was purposeful. He built the house himself. He didn't show it much, but he was quite Neurotic.

"Need a little help?" A gravelly voice called. It was Angelo. He had a habit of doing things like this. He walked over, and kicked the keys into the street.

"Hey, I need those!" Tommy yelled.

"Then go get them." Angelo snickered.

Tommy rushed out into the street, grabbing the keys. He saw yellow headlights, and dived onto the sidewalk. "Not funny, Angelo." He said. Angelo snickered, and walked back into the house. Tommy unlocked the car doors, and shoved the painting in the back. He locked the doors, and headed back into the house to go to sleep. One of his cats, Jaguar, was right in the middle of the bed. He layed down, shifting the cat slightly. Jaguar yowled, and sulked away. Tommy fell asleep shortly afterward.

The next day, a Thursday, he awoke to his alarm, blaring madly. He jammed in the off button, and smelled Apple Pancakes. Of course, it had to be Angelo's day to cook. He grabbed a plate, and ate a small chunk. He spat it out, tasting something odd. He laughed. "Another failed poisoning attempt?" He assumed.

"Sadly. I'll get you some day, just you wait!" Angelo yelled.

Tommy could already tell work wouldn't go very well. As his second cat, Cally, rubbed up against his legged, he put on his labcoat, grabbed his Laptop, and drove off to work.