Scaletta Stories

My name is Esme Fay Scaletta, or that was my name. I was told numerous times not to marry Damon, but I did anyway, because I was ridden with selfishness, love sickness, and frankly, idiocy. This is my story; but before reading, be a dear and promise me something won't you? That you won't become Dead Like Me?

I've known two men in my life who did things with guns other than shoot roses at the fair. One was shooting, that I could eat. The other pointed a gun at my friends, at me, and in the end shot for me. And instead of rose petals, more often than not, there were bullets on the ground. Lead roses. - The plot doesn't always match the plot in Mafia 1 and Mafia 2. Everything is fictional, and there may be discrepancies with the time period in which the story takes place. I always welcome correction. And please take it easy. Mafia, violence and criminals are not really a subject that is somehow romantic. Please note, the text is translated from Czech and English is not my native language. Again, if you find any spelling mistakes, let me know.