Title: Don't Hesitate To Hate.

Summary: When her mother is killed, she takes on the roll of a life time. She knows what she has to do. But what happens when innocents get in the way. John Cena, Randy Orton ECT. OC.

Chapter 1 A bit of background

1975: Mob boss Sam Giancana is killed, while cooking sausage, in the basement of his Oak Park home after he becomes a liability to the Outfit. "The Don" calls Giancana the Godfather of Godfathers - The Most Powerful Mafioso in America. Started as a hit man for Capone. Rose to boss of the Chicago crime family. Friend of celebrities such as Frank Sinatra & Marilyn Monroe. Rigged the Chicago vote for John Kennedy in 1960.

I read over the article again. I smiled, not at the fact that he was dead, but he had made me proud. He was my Grandfather and everything he did lived on through me. That's what he wanted. He wrote me a letter before I had been born; telling me that my Grandmother would not take his place and neither would my mother. Therefore it was down to me.

I had been given my Grandfather's nickname as a young child, "Momo," slang for Mooney which meant crazy.

Not many people knew that he had a wife, never mind a daughter and grand daughter. Why would they? We weren't important at the time. I wasn't even alive.

Grams, had died in 1990, fifteen years after his murder. She had been younger than him, drawn to him because of his character, his enigma. She had been a pretty petite blonde, a nurse at the time, Ellie he called her, meaning Nurse in Greek. She looked after him and his "friends" when they returned injured. My mother was born in 1965; she had lived ten years with her father, before he was taken down in her home. I came along when my mother turned twenty three. I never met my grandparents to what I can remember but I know they were something special.

I read over the letter he had given my Grandmother to give to me before he was killed. My mother, Angel, knew nothing of the box I hid under my bed in my apartment. I was sixteen when I had received the letter. Seems that Grams had had it held in the post office for quite some time. She knew the time would come when it would be needed. Two years later, and I knew every word on that piece of paper as if I was singing the words to my favourite song. It was part of me. He was part of me.

Dearest Grand Child,

I assume that you are reading this as the time came for me to leave you. I'm sorry I never got to meet you. But I know your Grand mother and Mother will care for you. I want you to know that I love and trust you, and in this letter I trust you with my livelihood.

Your Grandfather wasn't the best of people. I own up to that. I wasn't what you would call a typical grandparent; we didn't bake cookies or take walk through the park to sit on the benches. No. Me and Ellie were never like that. As you know your Grandmother isn't capable of taking on all that I have left, neither was your mother. I could tell. You, the person I have never met. I know you will have what it takes. You are stronger than all of us, you have more heart, and more passion. You know what to do.

I trust in you to do what you must. Trust your instinct, go with you heart. It will come natural to you. I trust in you.

With All The Love I Could Never Show You.

Salvatore Giancana

He was right. At eighteen I knew what I had to do. I delved down into the box, pulling out a black velvet bag. I opened it and pulled out its contents. Laying it on the floor next to me. A 22. Caliber handgun. It was said that he had been killed with this gun. Seven times in the head. I would go down like he did.

I stood up, pulling on my black jacket. I swept the blonde hair I had inherited from Grams, up into a pony tail. I looked at the gun. Thought for a moment and then tucked it into the back of my jeans. I kicked the box under the bed and grabbed my car keys from the bed side table. I walked calmly out to my car, a rare Orange 1969 Camaro Z28 with white racing stripes and black interior. It was my first love really. Getting in a heading out for work. I'd seen a lot of things in my life. From the first time the house was raided, to my mother's death. And now it was time for payback.

I am Bailey Giancana for God's sake.

Abz x