Mikey Franchetti felt like had just won the lottery, dodged a bullet, and been struck by lightning all in the same day. He was sitting in the back of a brand new Cadillac Coupe, series 62, riding through the Los Angeles night towards the Sunset Strip. The suit he was wearing felt just like a second skin, which shouldn't be surprising - it was brand new and tailored especially for him.

His day didn't start that way. It started with him waking up in a jailhouse jumpsuit with a foul-smelling bunkmate, followed by a trip to a downtown courthouse, where he was almost certain to be found guilty of the murder... and the judge wouldn't be wrong, doing so.

It was a simple job - shoot a shopkeeper who hadn't been keeping up with his payments. How was he supposed to know the old lady down the block saw his license plates?

In the courtroom, he sat and awaited for the jury's verdict stoically. He knew the family would take care of him, once he was in prison... but he would miss the beach and the lovely tanned beauties he had grown accustomed to.

Suddenly a Sherrif's Deputy opened the courtroom doors and approached the prosecutor. He leaned over the bar and whispered in the man's ear, and Mikey laughed inside as the smug fuck's face fell.

"Your honor... It would appear there's been another arrest made. The evidence is overwhelming."

"What are you saying, counselor?" The judge asked.

"Mr. Franchetti is..." He couldn't bring himself to say it. "Mr. Franchetti is innocent, we have captured the real killer. The state dismisses all charges against him."

Mikey still couldn't figure out what had happened, but he had gone from life in prison to a free man in 30 seconds. It was late evening when he finally left the courthouse after taking care of all the damn procedures.

Outside the courthouse, a limo was awaiting him. The driver took him to a tailor - a new suit was a gift from the family, he said - before whisking him off.

To meet the boss? Mikey could only hope.

The Cadilac pulled up in the alley behind Delmonico's, a little place near the beaten path. He knew that some of the wiseguys hung out in the back rooms, but it was an invite-only affair. It appeared, that he finally got that invitation.

The doors were opened for him like a VIP, and he was led into an ornate private dining room where several men were already waiting for him.

"Mikey! How's our shooter?" They cheered and clapped. He got his hand shaken by some of the most powerful men in the city and was back-slapped by some of the scariest, as he was introduced around the room.

"Thank you so much, everybody. I was shitting bricks in there!" Mikey said, to a raucous laughter. "So... what happened? One minute I was punching a ticket to San Quentin and the next I am here?"

"Sit down, Mikey. Have a drink." Said Piero, the underboss for Long Beach. "You're a member of an exclusive club now. All of us in here got something in common."

"Aside from the obvious?" Mike asked.

"Even more exclusive than this thing of ours." He laughs. "Each of us here has a dumb broad in lockup serving time on our behalf. When we got a guy who gets jammed up, we find some desperate lonely housewife looking for some action... and we give it to her, hard and fast, while at the same time we set her up. We do the needy MILF, making sure that she doesn't see the frame-up coming, until its too late. Me, for example? I am only here because of 'Black Widow Higgins' – the woman who had-"

"The most perfect pair of tits I ever groped!" everyone in the room finish, then laugh.

Mikey was quite surprised hearing the name. Black Widow Higgins, was a name of a busty widow sentenced about a decade ago – it was a quite loud case because originally someone else was blamed for her crime.

"You slept with Black Widow Higgins?!" Mikey couldn't hide his excitement and admiration for the man.

Piero smiled.

"Fucked her, then framed her. It started with my brother-" He started telling his story, but Alfonso interrupted him.

"We heard this story a hundred fucking times, Piero." Leon said, "Besides, I'm sure Mike would hear about how his lovely neighbour, Sofia Davis was caught, trying to frame him."

That shocked Mikey. Sofia Davis was Mikey's lovely neighbour. More than once he tried to sleep with the wife of a constantly absent travelling salesman. He even borrowed her a car, while trying to gain her favour.

Leon smirked. "I heard that when she was arrested, policemen discovered that she didn't wear anything under her robe, and still had some sperm dripping from between her legs."

"What they won't tell you, is Leon running away, butt naked, through the kitchen window!" everyone roared in a laugh.

"He will be hearing about this case for the next month, what he really wants to hear about is the case of Madeleine Clarke."

Mikey's eyes went wide hearing the name. Even two years after she was found guilty of her crimes, people kept talking about beautiful femme fatale. A famous club singer turned criminal. To this day her agent kept selling her songs as if they were hot rolls.

"That was a woman of taste, you see-" Riccardo was interrupted as another man had a better idea for the story.

It continued for another few minutes until Piero turned to Mikey.

"They can be going like that for hours. So kid? It's your night. Whose story you wanna hear?"

Mikey looks around the room. That's quite a decision...