There's nothin' worse than sitting on a plane and having to fear for a bomb to go off at any moment. They was lookin' for us, they wanted us all fuckin' dead. One by one you started to hear the news about someone else in the family that got shot up in their front yard with their wife and kids in the back helplessly watching. It wasn’t until the Don was diced up and thrown into a river that we all had no choice but to leave this god damned city before we was next. We had plans to go back to our hometown in Sicily, but we was stopped at the airport.
Now I'm here, sittin' next to these wise guys who saved my ass a few years ago when we was first setting up the deal with the Morello's in the casino downtown: that's when all this mess started. Shit, if it weren’t for Crocc and Donny I’d be a corpse by now. I couldn’t imagine things going down a hill like this when I first came to America. It was inevitable, though. That was the type of business our father did before he passed away, and in his honor I had to follow his footsteps. It was either that or working on the streets as a god damned salesman. Now that I think of it, I guess I should've chosen that path in the beginning instead of this one.
Now we're off to a new land, a new place called Chernarus. We saw the opportunity to seek asylum there and we took it. It’ll be a while until the Morellos finally find out that we made it out alive. I guess it’s just a matter of time.
- Zino Vespucci, 2016