BOOK TWO: Mafia High School

It was finally the great promised land called senior year. I never thought I would live this long. Sophomore year was a free-for-all with too many entities trying to establish themselves. Last year had a challenge every month with little time for the bruises to heal. I didn't mind the pain but grew tired of the dumb shits who thought they could take what was mine.

Some people didn't like my management style and needed to test my abilities. I ...