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"Take the keys and get us out of here." Vito took some kicks to the head so it wasn't the best time for him to be driving.

"I don't know how to drive yet." Frank was only 16, but he was still somewhat embarrassed about not knowing how to drive.

Vito was surprised to hear that, but thinking back, this tall guy did seem to be younger than he looked.

The gunshots hadn't even been reported yet, so they didn't have to worry about the police, but Vito didn't plan on waiting for them to show up. He pulled the knife out of the dead hooligan, got in the car with Frank and drove off.

As Vito turned the corner, Frank saw one of the college girls quickly going towards the telephone booth. He couldn't identify her from the quick glance he got, but she had blonde hair and was somewhat familiar to him.

The only woman that had caught his attention at the bar was a brunette, so this blonde was probably one of the other college girls that was sitting next to her.

He wasn't sure how much she saw, but he knew the deeper part of the alleyway where the shooting took place was not visible from the bar, so the only thing they had to worry about now was the license plate.

This was good news for Frank, because there were 3 blonde girls in that group of college girls and he couldn't tell which the one that ran to the booth was.

Not that it would even matter if he knew exactly who she was. He didn't know where any of them lived and they probably wouldn't be making a visit to this bar again in quite some time.

Vito interrupted Frank's thoughts and reached his hand out, "Good shooting back there. Name's Vito, nice to meet ya."

"Frank, pleasure's all mine," He said as he shook Vito's arm.

"Okay Frank, we're going to an apartment of mine to give us some time.

"You seem young Frank, what do you do, still in school or what?"

"I'm still in school, turned 16 a couple of months back.

"Don't let my age fool you though Vito, I'm looking to get into the business."

Vito was more amused than threatened by this, "Yeah and what business would that be kid?"

"Come on Vito, no regular Joe Schmo carries a knife around.

"A chance is all I ask for Vito."

Vito turned his head and gave Frank a once-over, "...We'll talk after we get to the apartment."

Frank was sure he'd get a chance since he wasn't denied, "You might want to dump the car first though. I saw a blonde chick running out of the bar and going to the telephone booth.

"I don't think she saw what happened, but she might have gotten the license plate."

"Fuck. Stupid fucking idiots always getting into other people's business.

"This is an expensive car Frank, you sure you saw what you say you saw?" Vito knew he'd have to get rid of the car as soon as the shooting took place, but thinking about it still pained his heart.

"I'm sure Vito. It's a nice car too, but it's not that nice."

"Fuck. I'm not driving any more than I have to tonight, my head's killing me.

"I'll hide it in my garage for a day, we'll dump it tomorrow."

Vito didn't seem to want to talk about his business in the car, so Frank teased him a little, "We?"

"We'll talk in the apartment.

"You're young but you got balls Frank, we'll be good friends."

A couple of minutes later, Vito parked the car in a garage near his apartment and they walked the rest of the way.

Vito's apartment was on the 2nd floor, it wasn't as luxurious as Frank expected it to be. On second thought though, this was probably just a hiding place for him and not where he usually lived.

"Sit down Frank."

There weren't exactly many options to choose from, Frank sat down on one of the two chairs and made himself comfortable.

"We're going to dump the car tomorrow night. I know a place, all you need to do is bring the gasoline," Vito said as he sat down and held an ice pack to his head.

"Okay, but what about the business Vito? I want in."

"Okay Frank, okay. I'll have you follow me around for a while until you learn the ropes.

"Try to learn how to drive Frank, be quick about it too. I'm not gonna be driving you around for long."

"You won't regret this Vito."

"I better not Frank.

"In the meantime though, I need you to put a certain friend of mine down.

"I was going to do it myself, but then those idiots jumped me. I was going to do it tonight, so be quick about it."

Vito took out a piece of paper, wrote something down and handed it to Frank, "This is all the information you'll need.

"You have until tomorrow night, be here at 21:00 with the good news and we'll dump the truck."

"Alright Vito, when I pass this test though, do I get paid?"

Vito smirked in response, "Hah, don't get smart with me Frank. But yeah, you can treat this as a test.

"Your payment will be the guy's car. He's got it parked in a garage close by and it'll stay there until you learn how to drive and pick it up yourself."

"Good enough, hopefully it isn't a total piece of shit. I'll be back tomorrow to bring you the good news."

"Good luck Frank."

Frank walked out the door, his gun back in his jacket and on his way to make his first hit.

A couple of minutes after Frank left, Vito picked up the phone and started making calls to his people to find out who Frank was.

Frank might have saved his life, but you could never be too careful in this line of work. Besides, he just met the guy. He needed to find out more about him to see if he could put his trust in him.

As far as first impressions went though, Vito liked him.

He didn't hesitate to shoot, he was smart and he didn't panic after something big like that. Instead he paid attention to his surroundings and spotted that civilian.

He was at a good age too, with a little time an ambitious guy like Frank could prove to be a good friend to have.

Him and his good friend Luciano had recently started working for a powerful gang leader based in Lower Manhattan called Giuseppe Masseria, though he was more commonly called Joe the Boss or Joe for short.

This was a step up for them, but similar to Frank, Vito and Luciano also had big dreams and they weren't about to put their balls in Joe's hands.

Vito was collecting money from his gamblers as a side hustle, while Luciano recently made a new friend called Arnold Rothstein.

Rothstein was also a gambler, but unlike Vito's guys, he wasn't small-time. He had money to spare and an ambition to match.

After getting to know Luciano, he saw the potential to make money off the Prohibition Act and started talking with Luciano about how much money could be made from running a bootleg alcohol operation like a business.

Luciano didn't know anything about running a business, but apart from that, he had all the right connections to make their talks a reality.

Rothstein on the other hand, knew next to nothing about the underworld and he knew no one that could help him with this. What he did have however, was money and business experience.

It was a match made in heaven, in just a couple of months time they could set up shop.