Who Is Paul Mack

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In a hospital in Harlem, New York, On December 31, 1926, at 11:59PM, a baby was born to a loving couple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Mack. They would soon after name him Paul, and raise him with lots of love. As much love as a poor immigrated couple living in New York could do, at least. Things would only get worse when the great depression hit in 1929, leaving Paul and his family in even deeper squalor than before. Paul didn’t see much of his parents during those years, and was therefore often left to his own devices. He soon ended up falling in with a bad group of kids, who would cause mischief and mayhem all across Harlem. It was mostly harmless at first, just silly pranks. As the years went on, the pranks evolved to be more harmful, and before long, the group had evolved to committing petty crime. His eagerness to go along with these kids was fueled by a deep fascination with “the mafia” thanks to their heavy presence in his neighborhood.

 

February 29, 1940. A day that Paul would never forget. His group were in the middle of robbing a house that they had been casing for a week and were sure was empty, and Peter had been tasked to sit guard outside. Barely ten minutes into the robbery, Paul was alerted by the sight and sound of a very fancy and very clean car pulling up to the opposite side of the street. Cosa Nostra. “The Mafia.” He watched as a group of men in pressed suits lead a scrawny fellow with a burlap sack over his head into another building. Curiosity immediately welled up inside him, and he abandoned his post to investigate. It was during this that he was caught by that group’s watchman, whom Paul immediately recognized as his uncle, Vinny. It was this fact that saved his life, and this moment that solidified his longing to join them. Six years later, on James' twenty-first birthday, this dream was fulfilled, and within half a decade he had worked his way up from an associate to an enforcer, and eventually a highly respected assassin.

 

By the time the 1970s had rolled around, the water in Harlem, and indeed all across the country, was getting very hot. Most of Paul's associates had been arrested at this point, and Paul feared that he would soon be next. So, he did what any sensible person would do; flee to Vice City, Florida. Here, he made work for himself taking odd jobs during the day and driving taxis by night. He did this until 1986, when he was recognized by law enforcement and forced into a fierce gun battle that lasted for several hours until he was shot and incapacitated, and subsequently arrested. Paul was thusly sentenced to twenty-five years in prison on January 1, 1989, but was released on good behavior after only four of them, as was the style at the time. Paul went on to continue working as a taxi driver until his retirement some years later at the age of 99, where he decided to move to Los Santos, California to make a new life for himself.

 

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Edited January 29, 2025 by petermack