Colombos

The Colombo’s journey opens with two brothers and their humble beginnings. Born and raised in Italy, Robert and Aaron’s days as children were spent passing the time in the sun-kissed streets of Mantua. Their parents worked tooth and nail to put food on the table and more often than not, the neighbours would take the boys under their wing. It was a day like any other, with their father exasperated by their dwindling funds and their mother, Jimita, turning up their busted television to drown out his complaints. Except this time, the screen filled with images of a city lit up by neon with its buildings touching the stars. The room went silent as the audio told of “The American Dream.” A world of opportunity, ready for the Colombo’s taking. The family made no time to waste once their feet touched American soil. Ironically, the young brother’s found themselves working at Lombardi’s, a fine Italian restaurant in the Big Apple. The pay was nothing to shout about, minimum wage, but it was a start and it gave them a sense of purpose amidst the hustle and bustle of the big city. However, they had not been prepared for what else the business had in store for them, thanks to the ownership falling under that of a notorious mob, the Profaci crime family. It was through the mob that Robert got caught up in more questionable business, with Aaron soon to follow. The reality of their American dream falling short, and desperate once again to make ends meet, they begged the Profaci’s for a raise. They obliged, but not without a price. It started with them both chauffeuring the Profaci’s to and from their desired destinations in the city. Through this, the brother’s were privy to a lot of nefarious activity and they soon realized this was a life they had fallen into which would be no easy feat to back out of. One odd job led to another, and before they knew it, they were hands-on, learning how to manufacture all manner of weapons whilst working with the best craftsmen in the city. Their hands were dirty, but their pockets were fuller than ever. They even had time to concoct their own deals, setting up an illegal lottery for the locals that quickly had them raking in coin beyond what the Profaci’s work even made them. So now they could stand on their own feet but they were already too deeply entwined.

It was actually thanks to none other than the Gallo crime family, the Profaci’s opposition in the city, that they were able to break free. WIth a long growing tension between them, it was only a matter of time before the situation escalated. In a dark corner of the city, the streets filled with gunfire as men from both sides stood to arms. Citizens in earshot ran inside and double-locked their doors that evening. The shots didn’t falter until a monumental explosion shattered the night, followed by sirens as police reached the scene. It was there that the Colombo brother’s were believed to be amongst the fatalities and that laid the perfect path to their exit. Robert, Aaron and their parents packed their things and were out of New York before anyone could catch up with them. Seeking new beginnings, they travelled cross-country, all the way to the West Coast where they found Los Santos and a new chapter could unfold. The Colombo’s had been taught a lot of hard lessons, but this time, their journey would be their own to carve.