Since we are going to be spending a lot of time together, I might as well tell you why I'm in here. I guess I should tell you my name so you don't have to call me “inmate #4752”, it's Mac. If I were to tell you my charges you wouldn't be able to keep up. Murder, racketeering, extortion, you name it… I've done it.
It all started when I fell in love. It was almost a year ago to this very day, August of 1926. I was making my rounds that night for the shops and decided to get a drink with my boys. I treated myself to the best speakeasy in all of New York City. I'd been there many times before, and each time I went I seemed to see the same people. This time was different. The most vivid fragment of my mind remembers a flash of maroon and sweep of black hair. I looked around in search for this mysterious woman, but the only thing she left me with was the lingering smell of her perfume.
It wasn't until September that I smelled that perfume again, the minute the flowery scent reached my nose I knew it was her. When my eyes reached hers it was as if the world stopped. Her slender nose, plump lips, and dark green eyes seemed to look through mine… Right into my very being. Now, in my line of work you'd think that I would have plenty of built up confidence and this would be true  but it all turned to moot when I was in her presence. I'll never forget the first words that she ever spoke to me, “Are you going to ask my name? Or are you just gonna keep staring?” With a chuckle I responded that I needed a couple more seconds. Around 20 seconds later I finally asked for her name. Julia, but I could call her Jules. How fitting of a name for such a gem of a woman.
For our first date I took her to my favorite restaurant in Little Italy, my uncle Benny owns the joint. We had a lot to talk about; there was never a dull moment with Jules. After a great night I took her home and waited until the next day to call her. We went on dates and things got pretty serious between us. I started to open up to Julia about my line of work… even taught her a thing or two about the system. She even came with me to a couple of hustles on my block. She understood the situations I was creating, and she definitely understood I was the boss. It was the best 5 months of my life. Until things went horribly wrong.
I thought it was just one of our weekly dinners at the same place we went for our first date. The one I told you that my uncle owns. Turns out this day was special. We were sitting down at our favorite table in our favorite corner ordering our favorite pasta when it happened. Semoia, the local Russian boss, came into uncle Benny’s restaurant with three of his men. I knew right away what it was about. You see, a couple months back I had my men take out two of his because they tried to cheat me out of a deal with a local diner. Anyway, Semoia ordered a plate of spaghetti and set it down on our table. He dragged a chair across the room and sat down with me and Jules (aside: He was always one for the dramatic flare). The first thing he says to me is this, “pretty girlfriend, it’ll  be a shame to see her die”. Before I could even react to what he said he had her in a chock hold with a gun to her head. Never in my life had I been so terrified.
The next part is going to be a shock for you so hold on to your bunk.
I whipped out my hand gun as fast as my brain would let me and aimed it right at him. Almost instantly his three men pulled theirs out. The next 60 seconds is mostly a blur to me. What I do remember still shakes me to the core. I was able to shoot all three of his men in 10 seconds flat, but when I went to shoot Semoia he was already down. I looked up from his body to see Jules pointing a handgun square at me. My first thought was that she was afraid and panicked, but I saw the look in her eyes. It was calm and cold. “Jules,” I said “it's ok we are safe now”. These next words burned into me like a brand on cattle. “Mac Petrosino you are under arrest for 1st degree murder, extortion, racketeering ….” After that my mind went numb. My Jules, my beautiful loving Jules had been against me the whole time. Within the next 5 months I would learn that she had been deeply undercover the whole time. The NYPD’s mission? Take down the Italian mob boss.