He sat around in his office. He was young for a mafia boss. His father died early and naturally he took over the family "business". He swiveled on his chair, looking out the window of his office and behind him. He looked over at his grand estate, the hills sloping and his lawn perfectly sculpted. He was bored. It wasn't good when he got bored. After he finished, some...business... he decided to go for a stroll through the city. He wiped the blood off his knuckles and left the house.