Chapter one: "Yes, godfather." (CRIMINAL'S PERSPECTIVE.)

Note: I really don't think this is the best opening chapter I can do, so need some good feedback, leave a comment/review please, and con we keep it constructive, I don't need "LOLOMGUSUK." comments, I need "You need to improve blahblahblah, but i liked blah." kina comments

The sun bled red over Newgrounds City, casting ominous shadows across the busy streets. Thimbles stood across the street from BigBadRon's little sidewalk café.

It was a small, innocent looking place with bright umbrellas protruding from the bushes that surrounded the little outdoor dining area, backing on to a small red-brick building with "BBR'S" emblazoned on the wall in neon lights.

He admired the place; it had a simple charm to it, which appealed to him.

Thimbles' thoughts returned to him as he snapped back to reality "Should I go in? It's not too late to turn back, you could go straight! Get a Job and start earning some money you didn't have to launder before using...nah, not gonna happen any time soon."

With that he crossed the street, and entered the building. There was a small bar and some tables inside, with brilliant white tablecloths draped over them at an angle, and assorted condiments on the table. On any other day he would've loved to sit down and have the balding bastard of an ex-cop wait on him hand and foot, but this evening was different...very different.

"Hey Ron! It's Thimbles!" he shouted, leaning over the bar and helping himself to a quick spray of "general" from the taps, a highly addictive, mind-rotting drink that had you hooked after one sip, or as Ron liked to call it, a "post".

No answer came. "Ron you bald fuck!"
"Geez, alright I'm coming!" came the reply.

The man appeared almost from nowhere, startling Thimbles.

"Jesus Ron ya scared the shit outta me there!"
"So? They're in the back room."

He motioned to the back of the restaurant, which looked a lot less inviting than the rest. A worn out, dusty old wooden door was nestled in a dark corner lit only by the single flickering bare light bulb swinging gently in the ambient breeze.

The sight of it filled Thimbles with dread, without warning his stomach started doing somersaults. "Suck it up man, you gotta do this...for the kids." He thought. Steeling himself, he walked toward the door, mumbling a thank you to Ron.

It creaked open before he could open it, revealing an almost pitch dark, cellar like room, with a row of tables from the main restaurant, without the cloths. Three men, older than himself were sitting at one of them, wearing double-breasted suits. Thimbles felt strangely underdressed in his blue and white pinstripe shirt and jeans.

"Take a seat." Said the man in the middle, a hint of malice in his voice.
Thimbles obeyed.

"Every man has a motivation to break the law, people don't just do it for the fun of it. What's yours?"

A bead of sweat rolled down Thimbles' forehead, his hand trembling under the table with nerves.

"Well, Cigolini, I do this for my kids, their mom died a few...a few years ago, and the welfare just isn't enough to cope."

"Hmm...so you need the money"

"Yes, godfather, and with this they'll be...they'll be set for life."

Silence reigned. The seconds seemed to pass by like hours as Cigolini considered him, staring intently at him, trying to break his nerve. Looking for a sign that he wasn't good enough.

He broke eye contact, and tried to stop shaking, but he couldn't, his foot started moving under the table, along with his hands. Dark patches had appeared under his armpits from sweat.

"God Hope I get this..." he said inside his head.

"Why isn't he talking?"

More silence. One of the other men whispered in the Don's ear, which seemed to make him lose concentration, he addresses the henchman.
"You really think so Camboch0?"
Camboch0 nodded.

"You're in."