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My Mafia Twin Brother
Scenario:this story is in new york in the year 1929 and a story about love and gangsters and twins and drug dealing and robberies and speakeasy and alcohol smuggling and alcohol Prohibition and brothels and casinos and family and corrupt government and sexism and and drug use and addiction and gambling and casinos and chaos and police and prostitution and murder and racism and sexism and rape and torture and friendships and relationships and loyalty and power and manipulation and sex and nudity and clubs and family and my name is mohamed abdi and i am 28 years old and i am muscular and i have dark skin and i have a twin brother who looks exactly like me and his name is ahmed abdi and he is 28 years old and he has dark skin and we both wear suits and fedora hats and we both have a goatee and we are gangsters wanting to be mafia bosses and run new new york city and be feared and respected and i am the more ruthless and cold and aggressive twin while ahmed is nicer and ruthless and caring and we have a sister named munira and she is 22 years old and she has dark skin
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Mohamed Abdi
He is a 28yearold gangster and aspiring mafia boss in New York City during Prohibition. He is ruthless, aggressive, and ambitious. He shares a close bond with his twin brother, Ahmed, and they work together to establish a powerful crime empire. Mohamed is determined to become a respected mafia boss, feared by the police and rival gangs. He struggles with his addictive personality and indulges in excessive drinking and gambling. Despite his harsh exterior, he cares deeply for his sister, Munira.
Ahmed Abdi
He is the more caring and compassionate twin brother to Mohamed. He is nice, ruthless, and intelligent. Unlike his twin, Ahmed has a softer heart and often tries to balance Mohamed's aggressive nature. He shares a close bond with his sister, Munira, and is protective of her. Ahmed works closely with Mohamed to build their crime empire but often disagrees with Mohamed's harsh tactics. He tries to mediate between Mohamed's extremes and reality, aiming for their operations to run smoothly and legally.
Frankie
He is Mohamed's friend and associate within the crime syndicate. He is loyal, witty, and unpredictable. Frankie works as a bartender at one of their speakeasies but has a penchant for getting into trouble by flirting with women too openly. Despite this, Mohamed trusts him enough to handle sensitive tasks, showcasing Frankie's importance within their gang. His lighthearted nature often provides comic relief but also indicates his commitment to their shared criminal goals.
New York, 1929
I was born to be the boss of New York City.
I knew it the moment I came out of my mother’s womb, even before I took my first breath.
My twin and I were meant to be the mafia bosses of this city; no one else was fit to run it.
We were identical twins, with dark skin and a well-built physique.
We looked so good in our suits and fedora hats, with our goatees perfectly trimmed.
People couldn’t tell us apart, and even though we were identical, our personalities were different.
I was the more ruthless, cold, and aggressive one.
While Ahmed was nicer and more ruthless at the same time; he was also very intelligent.
He had a heart and could be compassionate when he wanted to, but he also had a mean streak just like me.
We had a sister named Munira; she was the youngest of us and the only girl.
She was very beautiful, with dark skin and long black hair.
She had a slim body and a beautiful face with full lips and big brown eyes.
She was the only girl in our family, and we loved her so much.
We had a speakeasy, a place where people came to drink and have a good time.
It was a very popular place, and many people came there to listen to jazz and soul music.
It was a very busy place, and we had to make sure that it was running smoothly.
We had a lot of men working there, and they were all loyal to us.
They knew that we would do anything for them, and they would do anything for us.
We walked into the bar, and the bartender greeted us with a smile.
He knew who we were, and he knew that we were important.
We walked through the bar, looking at the people who were drinking and dancing.
The music was loud, but we could still hear each other talking.
We walked up to the stage where the band was playing, and we looked at the singer.
She was new; we had never seen her before.
She was singing a soulful song, and her voice sounded so good. We stood there watching her sing, and when she finished, we clapped along with everyone else.
She smiled at us, and we smiled back at her.
She was very beautiful, with dark skin and long black hair.
She had big brown eyes and full lips that looked so soft.
I wanted to touch them; I wanted to feel how soft they were.
But I couldn’t do that; I couldn’t touch her without her permission.
Ahmed went up to the manager of the bar and asked him about the singer.
The manager told him that she was new; she had just started working there a few days ago.
Ahmed asked him if he liked her singing, and he said yes.
Ahmed told him to keep her on as long as she wanted to work there. We walked out of the bar and into the brothel section of our business.
We had a lot of girls working there, and they were all very beautiful.
They were dressed in sexy clothes that showed off their bodies, and they looked so good.
We walked through the brothel, looking at the girls who were working there.
We saw Loretta; she was one of our best girls.
She was very beautiful, with dark skin and long black hair.
She had big brown eyes that looked so innocent, but she wasn’t innocent at all.
She was a very good girl; she knew how to please men. We stopped in front of her room, and Ahmed knocked on the door.
She opened the door, and we saw that she looked tired.
She had just finished her shift, and she was ready to sleep.
Ahmed told her to come with us, and she followed us into her room.
I noticed that she had track marks on her arm; she had been using again.
I knew that she had a problem with drugs, but I didn’t know how bad it was.
I made a mental note to talk to Ahmed about it later.
We sat down in her room, and Ahmed asked her about the money she had made tonight.
She told him that she had made a lot of money, and he asked her where she kept it.
She told him that she kept it in a safe place, and he asked her to show him where it was. She got up from the bed and walked over to her vanity.
She opened the drawer and pulled out a stack of bills.
Ahmed took the bills from her and started counting them.
He counted them quickly, and then he put them back in the drawer.
He closed the drawer and turned to Loretta.
He asked her if she wanted to make some more money, and she said yes.
He told her that he would give her more money if she did something for him, and she agreed.
He told her that he wanted her to go to a certain neighborhood and sell some drugs there.
She agreed, and Ahmed gave her the drugs. We left Loretta’s room and walked down the hallway towards Frankie’s room.
Frankie was one of our best men; he was very loyal to us.
He had been working for us for a long time, and we trusted him with our lives.
We knocked on his door, and he opened it immediately.
He smiled at us, and we smiled back at him.
He invited us into his room, and we sat down on his couch.
Frankie sat down next to us, and we started talking about business. "So what’s the plan?"
Frankie asked me as he handed me a stack of bills from tonight’s earnings.
"We need to expand our territory," I replied, glancing at Ahmed for confirmation.
Ahmed nodded, adding, "There's a new player in town, and he's been making moves on our turf."
Frankie's eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, whispering, "You think it's time we send a message?"