Western Boulevard Mob

[Petarda]

Rodeo, Los Santos
“When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.”

Chapter 1 - The Intro
Gunshots, blood, parts of broken windows, you could smell death miles away. Paulie and I lying next to a bunch of our friends, well yeah, dead friends. Looks like the end of a very tragic criminal story? Well no, not really, it was a new start for me and Paulie.

But how did it all happen? Now where should I start? My name is Pietro, Pietro Zanotti, I was born in Serra Marina living in a normal Italian family, my dad had job, my mom had it, it was all nice, no problems at all. But yeah that's all you need to know about my personal information, right? Well for a part of my life I had two best friends, only one survived, and that is Paulie Massino. Paulie was a pretty violent child, the one that parents always hated in childhood, that little kid that would throw sand into your ears and eyes, you know what kind I'm talking about? He kept getting me into trouble I'd never get into by myself, but he wasn't really a bad guy, he was just a guy with low temperament I guess. It all sounds like a normal childhood, right? Well it would be, if Paulie was only violent and stubborn, but no, he was too fucking greedy too, that's  the reason how we lost our friend.

Chapter 2 - Alessandro’s Bistro
Now there was a bistro just down the alley, it was a typical Italian shit, middle aged, fat people with strong and dark moustache drinking and gambling for a whole fucking day, the type of people who never got out of town, maybe not even out of that bar, I think they even slept in there. But the owner was something else, that kind of Italians that you see in movie, try to imagine one and you'll get an image of Alessandro, the bistro owner and the most fucked up guy I ever met in my life. He was around 50, looked younger for his age, probably because of all the money he had. Alessandro always liked us, probably because we were the only little boys in town, he probably had an idea to make us be his mobs later, but yeah, he had a huge help from Paulie for that, fuck both of them.

So one night, we were around 26, or 27? Can't really remember. Anyway, it was around midnight and we were still outside, it was a fucking hot summer. So yeah, Alessandro had the bistro still running and we were 17 and bored. I guess you can already guess whose idea was it that we got drunk, right? So we entered the bar, Alessandro was there talking with some very weird looking people. As there was not so many people inside the bistro, Alessandro saw us getting inside and told us to come to his table, he introduced us to his friends as "new power of Scintilla mob", I had no fucking idea what was going on but yeah, I just kept nodding and smiling. He told us to sit at another table and order whatever we want. I was shy so I ordered a Coca-Cola and as expected, Paulie ordered whiskey and pizza. My entire life I was ashamed of his actions.
While we were talking Alessandro approached our table and told us to come with him, we did of course, we thought the guy was good since he always took care of us as if we were his kids. He took us to some kind of cellar or something, just behind the kitchen and told us to wait for him. We were looking around the whole ton of crates, having no idea what's inside. Alessandro got back with a bunch of guys that looked like workers saying: "Alright which one of you drove a car with his dad last night?" I raised my hand and he threw a key into it telling me that I'll drive a truck to Torre Mare harbor. I was all confused, but unlike Paulie I realized it was some illegal shit going on, but I still had to do it because Paulie thought it was a "cool idea!" and because I thought Alessandro wouldn’t get us into trouble.

So I got out of the bistro with Paulie and workers carrying crates. We helped them place them inside the truck and we were ready to go. I started the engine, turned on the lights, pressed gas with my foot and changed my whole fucking life.




Chapter 3 - The Fuckup
It was midnight when we entered the bar so it was around 2am if I remember correctly. It was a typical night in Serra Marina, there were no people around, we were driving slowly while listening to Bocelli, literally no problems at all. We reached the Torre Mare harbour in an hour of driving and waited for a boat as Alessandro told us earlier. I was so nervous, few guys that were driving with us told that it's just a routine and that it's nothing serious nor dangerous, probably to make us feel better, but I could fucking see the fear  in their eyes 'cause Alessandro was still not answering the phone. We waited for 45 minutes and there was no sign of boat nor did Alessandro answer his phone. His guys moved away from me and Paulie and started talking, it was obvious that something went wrong, one of them approached us and told us to get back in the truck and we did that.

We were driving back to the bistro, I constantly had the guy tap my shoulder from the back telling me to go faster, I was fucking scared, not because Alessandro was in trouble but because I drove a car only once in my fucking life. We were getting closer and closer, there was something obviously wrong, I could see light coming out from houses even if it was 4am, I knew that we got into really deep shit. We entered the alley where the bistro was and saw the broken glasses, few of his guys stormed inside, I left the truck with Paulie and told him that we should probably get the fuck out of here, but yeah, you know Paulie. We heard gunshots once Alessandro's guys entered the bar, we stormed inside with the other few, we are real mobsters now, right? Well no, the difference between us and Alessandro's guys is that we didn't have fucking guns with us, I pulled Paulie and jumped behind the counter, there was Alessandro lying next to me, dead.

And here we go again, gunshots, blood, parts of broken windows...and you know the rest, right? Now here's what happened, we were lying behind the counter so there was a lot of alcohol, I took a Jack Daniel's bottle, cut a piece of Alessandro's expensive jacket, took his zippo lighter and lighted up the most expensive molotov cocktail in history, I threw it at the back of the bistro, I'm still not sure if bad guys were there but yeah, all of them noticed the molotov and we got our way out of the bar. Pretty nice escape, isn't it? Yes it was, except that we had no fucking idea where to go.




Chapter 4 - Brother and sister
We left the city that night, we had too, police was everywhere, it wasn't a typical fight between few mobsters, it was a fucking massacre, oh and that expensive molotov I threw, the fire spred to few other buildings. So yeah, we left the city and gone to Rome, we knew that it wasn't safe in Serre Marina, but we didn't fucking know that it wasn't safe to stay in Italy. We stayed for a night in Rome. We knew we had to go somewhere else, but where the fuck should we go? Well Germany sounded nice but there was no fucking flights to any German city that day, we had to go to fucking Russia, yes, Russia.

After 8 hours of flight we reached St. Petersburg. It was so fucking colder that Italy, we didn't even have winter clothes. So we found some cheap Russian hotel. To enter a hotel, you'd have to go through some restaurant and since we were hungry and tired, we decided to try famous Russian borsch. It was so fucking tasty, especially because we were hungry as fuck. It turned out that restaurant and hotel was owned by the same guy, Anton Reznikov, our future friend. Anton heard us speaking Italian and sat with us since he doesn't see many strangers around St. Petersburg, especially Italians.

The best part of it was when he called his sister, Yulya, typical Russian girl, hot as fuck. By looking at our clothes he realized that we had to get out of Italy urgently since we did some real shitty thing. Anton explained us that we can't get back on our feet in Russia, but he also told us that he's moving to Los Santos and that we can go with him if we want. And of course we wanted to go there, where the fuck else would we go? We stayed in St. Petersburg for a few weeks, Anton and Yulya took care of us, we had food, drinks and everything else, no idea why they liked us that much. So it was typical spring morning in Russia, cold as fuck. We got into a plane and it was time to start a new life in Los Santos.




Chapter 5 - Arrival in Los Santos
We arrived there, it was March if I can remember correctly. Anton knew some Russian guys around the town so we stayed at some rich guy's mansion for a night. Not even a week passed and we had to get into dirty job again, Anton told us to go to Mulholland and that we'll know where to go. And we did, I never saw a house with more cars parked out of it, I never saw that much bodyguards infront of the house. And you wouldn't believe but the guy who owned all that shit was French, yeah he was French, his name was Francois Fouchett. He told us to order anything we want in that mini bistro or however should I call it he had inside his house. All we asked for was food since we didn't eat anything lately. And who the fuck serves you shrimps when you ask for food? Well Francois does.

I forced Paulie to eat them since we didn't want to look like some cheap hobos. Francois introduced us to the "rich world" of Los Santos. It took us a few days to get into the business but it wasn't hard I must say, it looked like whole city was into the business, even kids for fuck sake! Months passed, the business was going really good, we decided to team up with Anton and Yulya, and their mindless mobs of course.

We bought a bar at Rodeo, that place reminded me and Paulie of Italy so that's why we picked it, hah. Actually we bought that place to make us legal, cops couldn't do anything about our tons of money, it was all legal and made by the bar, right? Well no, we had to buy the disco club next to us, the Tableau. Now that's when cops couldn't do anything, literally anything to us. And that's how the business started to grow, we got more and more guys asking to do jobs for us just for a little bit of money. We were a whole fucking company! But somehow we still had cops on our ass, if they did anything good, it was to give us the name "Western Boulevard Mob", I must agree it sounds really good, right?

The Western Boulevard in Los Santos. A very upscale neighborhood with some of the most expensive retail outlets in Los Santos. With views over Santa Maria Beach to the south and Los Santos inlet and Flint County to the west. Expensive, highly desirable, for intense capitalists.

Western Boulevard is a district to the west of the city centre of Los Santos. The district is mainly based on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, and Santa Monica. North of Rodeo are the districts of Vinewood and Richman, while to the south is Santa Maria Beach. West of Rodeo is Flint County, while to the east are Marina and Verona Beach. Rodeo is the most expensive shopping district in San Andreas. - San Andreas Website

TO BE UPDATED.





The Western Boulevard Mob does not recruit out of roleplay or with an application format on the forum.
If you are interesed to become one of the partners, approach us through roleplay. The partners can be found above.

[.James]

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[Sweeper]

Reserved.

[Stivi]

Shii' - good luck.

[Crying boy]

Good luck

[jovanca]

Hmm i like what i see.

[Carlito.S]

Okay! ,  It is amazing!!

[Dennis.]

Good luck James!

[Jeremy.]

Pietro sugi pula, good luck!

[TrotlDebilni]

How quaint. Good luck old buddy.
-Jaka

[beLTa]

Amazing! Good luck JAMES and PETARDA!

[wweman14]

Looks good. Hopefully you can bring some real LCN roleplay to the table.

[SeanC]

Don Petarda.

[Petarda]

[JonathanAnderson]

Cant wait , its gunna be fun