Vinny stood outside a restaurant in the main city, he looked around, feeling a little paranoid. This may have been Witchey Territory but that didn't mean that there weren't any uncorrupt cops or rivals in a different suit walking around. Vinny looked down at his white suit, the thing that marks him as apart of the gang, it was a nice suit too, a red tie and matching white fedora makes it all come together for him. The only thing that made Vinny feel out of place was the tint of golden yellow fur that went from the top of his snout to the back of his head, he always felt that a true son of the Don should have white and black fur, just like him. The sudden sight of his father exiting the store across the street snapped Vinny out of his thoughts and he remembered why he's here, to make sure no one suspicious gets to close "Ay dad! How much longer?" Vinny shouted across the street, but before his father could answer, there was a tire screech and Vinny saw a black Cadillac dive down the the street and saw in horror as sergals in black suits shoot his father with a Tommy "Dad! Son of a bitch..." Vinny cursed as he ran across the street, looking down the path to make sure the black Cadillac wasn't coming back "Oh God dad..." Vinny said as he tried sitting the Don up, getting his father's blood on his white suit "Fuck, what do I do dad? The nearest hospital is outta our territory, and I don't think the pharmacy has anything for bullets in the chest..." Vinny was surprised at how calm he was, well as calm as someone could be after seeing their father getting shot