My Grandperé was one of the most important men in one of the biggest Mafia's in California. He was responsible for accounting, however he use to shave a little at the top of the stack of cash to help his family and himself. befor
General Honoré, we need a word with you in private...
If I ever find you or your family in the streets, you all will pay me every last dollar or get killed.
I need to get home and flea back to Louisiana! What am I gunna do?
We have noticed money is missing and you're the only one that handles it. I noticed new jewelry on you and questioning where it is all coming from.
What do you mean?! I cannot just leave everything here, my family is here in San Diego. You go home, the kids and I will go back and forth to Honoré Ln. I promise to keep the kids and I safe.
Mon Amour, we must all leave back home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana to keep the family and us safe... They found out about the money and threaten to kill us all!
My grandperé gave his final goodbyes to my family in San Diego. Although he still helped my grandmeré financially until he passed away from "prostate cancer" in 2008.