I’m Axel Whitlock, and I’m a son of the family. We run a mafia gang in this family, and pass it along throughout the generations. In the past through years, due to crime increase, we’ve gained an infamous reputation, meaning extreme wealth. I don’t mean to brag, but we’re kind of one of the best. We have millions working for us, in our own warehouse. I don’t really interact with our workers, me and my dad have our own more luxurious and privileged part of the warehouse. It makes me gag sometimes