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The Genovese Functions

December 24, 2013 by Reporter in

Months ago, their was an article based on the Genovese Crime Family. Because of what people thought of the Genovese, it caused a lot of deaths.
Two men who cannot be identified were paid by an unknown mafia related resident to kidnap mob boss “_SaintGenovese_.  Their job was to kidnap, torture, find out information and then kill Saint himself in a slow, brutal suffering death.

 

Six days earlier, Saint was in Las Vages to meet with ” Mr_Donnie_Vegas” and discuss income on their shared Casino rackets. Late in the night, Saint parks his car in the parking lot of a casino racket. He gets out of his car and walks twords the casino. Then a mysterious van pulls up with his high beems on distracting Saint thinking it was Donnie men. He sees the doors of the vans open and the two men from the front run twords Saint. Saint then quickly puts his hand in his jacket of his coat to grab his revolver and looks up. A wrench is swong and hits his face. He blacks out…

 

Saint wakes up in a dark room. The first thing he sees is his bloody tank top on his chest. In panic he looks around the room. He sees nothing within three feet in front of him and a light above his head. Realizing his hands are tied and he’s stuck to an old wooden chair. He hears a door open, and quickly looks to the light coming through an old squeaky metal door. Two dark figures of men walk through it and it slams shut. The lights turn on and the two of them are wearing ski masks with a black sweat shirt and black sweat pants. Can’t even see the color of their skin.
Saint looks right and sees a gun wall and a table below it with all sorts of weapons. Fire hatches, butterfly knifes and many other torturous weapons. He hears a deep voice say

 

” I’ve heard that you have been causing a lot of trouble in the American Mafia. All we want is to find out information and we will set you free, Capisce?

 

” fine, can we make this quick! ” 

 

The other man from the corner of the room playing bad cop strikes him in his face. He reaches for the butterfly knife and cuts his cheek. Saint screaming in pain while the other man is pulling him back. He then says 

 

” Don’t yell at me or my buddy over here! “

 

Saint did not like that very much. Realizing he bit his tongue when he pouched himself he spits blood at him. He then strikes him again and says 
” this is hurting you more then me, friend! So lets start shall we? Why did you enter this thing of ours? 

 

” I have brought many Genovese’s into this business, even Royce__Gambino was once a Genovese. A lot of my men were killed while they were trying to learn more about this business and gain experiance with a gun. But everybody except for me were killed as my compound was raided. The defenses weren’t the best. They all died saving my life but its too bad they couldn’t save their own.

 

The man puts brass knuckles on and punches Saint in his ribs, breaking them. He then asks:

 

” Why are people out to kill you? I mean we are doing it to get paid but this one is more for us. “

 

” I came into this business already a hated person. People got the wrong impression of me. My men and others were killed because of rumors. Franky and Zodiac Genovese (ex Genovese members) started a lot of problems to make matters worse.” Saint breathing heavy and spitting blood out of his mouth and continues on ” they were never originally on my side but because of their actions got a lot of people killed on my side and theirs. Royce ashore me that things were going to be better. As long as he’s Kingpin”. 

 

The man then grabs spark plugs and then zaps Saint with them. For more then five seconds, you gear horrific screams form Saint.

 

” Why are you trying to take over the American Mafia!? “

 

Saint catching his breath and then he is hit by the man until he answers. Saint coughing up more blood and says

 

” taking over!? I can assure you that this is not the Genovese intensions. We would like to give Ideas to other stat are willing to hear my ideas.
You know, to make the American Mafia better without violence.”

 

” Who do you think would be a big help to get your point across? ” 

 

“I think Royce would do well for the American Mafia. As far as changes go, having automatic rank up when inactive after a month is fine but just letting people be aware their going to be ranked up. Especially the ones who spent money on items to help themselves would be nice.” 

 

The man reaches for his gun, and then shoots Saint in his foot without hesitation. 

 

” Mobsters do say that u have killed first. Why is that? “

 

” How can u expect me to answer your questions if I’m dead! I can’t say my men aren’t killers but if your attacked, wouldn’t you fight back. I mean if your hands weren’t tied right? So rumors got people thinking so when they attack us, we fight back. Simply payback or revenge. Whatever you want to call it.

 

The man starts poring gasoline on Saint and says, 

 

” You have been a big help to us Mr. Genovese but that’s all we need. See you in hell my friend. “He then lights a match and then holds it in the air about to throw it, then he hears gun shots out the door, they ur. For their guns but the door is blown open. Royce and James-Gambino then shoot their tommy guns into the two men, pick up saint and run for their car. They burn rubber and they are not seen for the next week or so. 

 

Thanks to Saint for allowing me to interview him, it seems that the Genovese just want to help rather then hurt. I hope you liked the story and stay safe American Mafia!

 

 

This is -Jack-Marone- signing off.

 

Brother Pitted Against Brother

December 23, 2013 by Reporter in

Dubliner sat alone in his office room at his Florida Suburb Home. He wasn’t a big fan of high profile living. He wasn’t one to flaunt his wealth to the people around him. He put down the paper he was reading and reached for his drink on his mahogany desk in front of him. He took a sip of it and sighed as he placed it back down on the table… He lit a Cuban cigar and began smoking just as Vindog came running into his home. He busted through the front door and startled Dubliner. Dub reached for his .44 Magnum strapped to his ankle and pointed it at the office door. Vindog ran into the room as Dub let out a sigh of relief.

 

“Dub! Really and Angel are killing off a group of gangsters!”

 

Dub looks up from the newspaper. His eyes peer over the top of the pages… “Do we have a list of the dead so far?”

 

“Umm…” Vindog begins peering around the room trying to remember the names of all who had been killed…

 

Dub looks back down at the paper and begins reading again…

 

“Jetfire, Santo Trafficante Jr,…”

 

“What?” Dub looks back up over the newspaper, “Did you say Santo is gone…?”

 

“Yeah, just happened. Last I saw of Really, he was attacking Mr. Blood.”

 

Dub rushed into the living room and grabbed the phone and dialed a number… He listens as the phone rings…

 

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Really and Angel sat across a well-polished wooden table. Several waiters walk around next to them refilling drinks and setting out appetizers and bringing their meals…

 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Angel looked up at Really as he began eating his food.

 

“Of course,” Really said, “You’re my brother. Especially after Dub refused to retire from Kingpin position.”

 

“Well, it’s either do this or be killed eventually by someone else.”

 

“I’m getting tired of this life anyways. I wanna settle down…” Really said.

 

They both stood up from the table and reached behind their chairs. Angel pulled out a double-barreled sawed-off Shotgun and Really pulled out a classic AK47. They both began walking towards the doors… Really was the first one out onto the streets. He looked left and then right and began walking to the right. He turned around and began walking backwards as he called back to Angel, “Good luck, bro!”

 

Angel smiled and turned back the opposite direction of Really as they both walked away from eachother…

 

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“Hello? Hello?”

 

Dub was calling Mickie to see where he was and if he could help prevent any further death.

 

“Hey guys…”

 

“MICKIE!” Dub yelled.

 

“…sorry I cant make it to the phone right now. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

 

Dub looked down at the phone and hung up. He looked back up at Vindog.

 

“Vin, head over to Oklahoma. See if you can talk some sense into either of these two…”

 

Vindog ran out of the room and jumped into his car. Dub looked back down at his phone… He began pressing numbers rapidly. The phone began ringing as he walked over to his front window. The hypnotic sound of loneliness repeated itself on the phone line… The constant ringing without the fruitful sound of another human being on the other end made Dub feel like he was being surrounded in darkness. Suddenly, he heard the sound of Royce Gambino come on the phone. His answering machine, also… Dub would face this problem alone, for he knew that he was the only person strong enough to stand a chance without Mickie or Royce on. One thing was for sure, Dub would sacrifice himself for AmericanMafia. It was his job to do so, anyways. He was the Kingpin. He had to put himself before the members like a shield and, so far, he had failed to do so with the deaths of Goodfellas and Santo…

 

Just then, Dub’s phone began ringing. He answered very quickly and the voice on the other end said, “Mr. Blood is being sent to the hospital. He has multiple gunshot wounds and puncture wounds…”

 

There’s another man dead… Dub had to do something quickly…

 

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Really walked off the plane and took a taxi to the beach. He was aware that Jetfire enjoyed spending Christmas down in Honolulu, Hawaii because of the warm weather. Every season in Hawaii was summer and it was just what he needed. A nice weekend on the beach… Really was walking down the sidewalk and saw Jetfire. Really started walking towards him and called out his name. Jetfire turned around, saw Really, and approached with a smile on his face.

 

“Hey Jetfire!”

 

Jetfire turned around and saw Really standing there smiling at him with extended hand for a handshake. Jetfire reached out and shook Really’s hand.

 

“How would you like to hit this bank with me? You can use this AK47 I brought.” Really motioned to the left across the street with his head towards a nearby bank.

 

“Hey, of course I would! And thanks! We can split the money right down the middle, sound good?”

 

“Of course, after you!” Really let Jetfire take the lead.

 

The two entered the front doors and Jetfire emptied five shots into the roof to get attention. The guard by the door pulled his pistol but was stopped by Really who had his Colt .45 already at the guard’s head. The guard leaned over and put his gun on the floor. Jetfire walked towards the bank teller. BANG! He began limping towards the bank teller… He leaned over onto the counter and stared into the eyes of the Lady behind the counter… He slowly turned and saw Really pointing his gun at him…

 

“Sorry Jetfire… See you in Hell…”

 

Really pulled the trigger. Blood splattered onto the face of the bank teller as the bullet penetrated Jetfire’s head and exited in the back. His lifeless corpse fell onto the ground as everyone stared in awe… They didn’t know whether to stand and be happy that this man saved them all, or still stay down fearing that this man would continue the robbery… Really turned around and saw the guard with his gun in his hands pointed right at Really’s chest…

 

“Do it… I am a dead man anyways.” Really began walking past the guard. As he opened the door, the guard stood frozen facing all of the bystanders still laying on the ground not even paying attention to Really outside. BANG! The guards body flopped onto the floor as blood began spilling from his chest… Really was standing on the sidewalk with the door opened. He turned around and shot the guard in the back…

 

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Dub stepped outside of his house. The cold air stunned his lungs as he struggled to breathe for a split second… This weather was unusual for Florida even in December… He looked up to the sky and was waiting for a sign… He turned and started walking back towards the front door and his phone started ringing.

 

“Hey Dub.”

 

Dub was stunned to hear Really on the other line…

 

“What are you doing?” Dub asked.

 

“You got until 2 pm to be in Kansas. I wanna fight you one on one.”

 

“I’ll be there at 2:30… No questions asked…” Dub couldn’t let Really win deal. He was a more prideful person than anything else…

 

“If you’re not in Kansas at 2:30, I’ll be here shooting you up… And just so you know I am serious, Mr. Blood will be having a funeral soon… Don’t let the next funeral be for you…”

 

Dub hung the phone up and ran back into his house towards his bedroom…

 

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 Angel walked down the street–he had intent to kill… He was walking through Tulsa, Oklahoma when he saw Santo Trafficante Jr. walking down the street from visiting his Mother on an early Christmas trip.

  

“I really got to go, Ma!” Santo was reaching for his coat by the door.

 

“Santo, my boy, please stay. It’s cold out there. You can schedule a flight for tomorrow.”

 

“Ma, really. I have business to take care of back in Florida. You should think about moving down there! It’s warmer.”

 

Santo moved closer to the door and opened it.

 

“Stay safe, Mom.”

 

“Oh, you know me. All I do is stay in bed and listen to ‘Maxwell House Show Boat’ on my new radio.”

 

Santo leaned back in the door and kissed his mother on the cheek. He said goodnight and closed the door and walked off of her porch and into the night. He wondered what some of his good friends were doing right now: Vindog, Dub, Angel, Really, and Mickie… He walked down the sidewalk with his hands in his trenchcoat to keep them warm. After about three minutes of walking, he noticed fast paced steps coming up behind him. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled his Colt 1911 and pointed it at the man who was behind him.

 

 

“Angel?” Santo was in complete shock to see Angel standing before him, “What are you doing here?” Santo holstered his gun and began casually speaking with Angel.

 

“I was dropping by to make sure you’re okay! Word on the street is that Really has gone crazy and is shooting up some valuable people!”

 

“We have to get to my mom’s house…” Santo began walking frantically back towards his mother’s home… Angel followed behind him at a distance as talking continued.

 

“I’ll send her on a plane to Wisconsin, I can’t let Really take her hostage or else I’ll be doomed…” Santo began stepping back up onto his mother’s porch.

 

 

 

Angel pulled his shotgun from his coat and aimed it at the back of Santo. Santo approached the door of his mother’s home and raised his hand to knock on it. Just as he started moving his hand forward, he felt a stinging sensation in his back and a loud, booming, and thunderous sound. Santo fell to his knees and reached in his jacket pocket and grabbed his 1911. Santo turned and fell to his back and released three bullets into the air. One struck Angel in the left arm and he yelled in pain. Angel took the second shot in his double barrel. It missed. The shotgun shells penetrated the door above Santo’s head. Santo opened the door behind him as Angel began reloading his weapon. He crawled into the house and saw his mother on the floor who had seen his son approaching the door again and was on her way to open it for him. She lay there bleeding, pale, and cold with a hole in her abdomen… Santo wiped tears from his eyes and turned back towards the open door. He saw Angel just finishing reloading and he began to raise his head to look at Santo…

 

Santo fired three more shots in rapid succession. Two of the shots missed their target but the third struck Angel in the left shoulder. Angel grimaced in pain as he rose the shotgun up towards Santo’s body. Santo has one shot left… He aimed at Angel’s head and pulled the trigger… BANG! Santo had a huge gaping hole in his chest from a shotgun shell. Angel pulled the trigger first. Santo laid dead right next to his own mother…

 

 

 

Dub stood in his bedroom and was packing a suitcase for his trip to Kansas. He got a call from Donnie Vegas who was in Delaware.

 

“Dub! Bro, word on the street is that Really is in California now. He killed Jetfire in Hawaii and got the first plane to California.”

 

“I am on my way to Kansas right now. Me and Really are meeting there…”

 

“Are you finishing this?”

 

“Well, I don’t know. Really used to be like a brother to me… We will see… If it comes down to it, yes… I sent Vindog to Oklahoma to try and talk to Angel.”

 

“Dub, Santo and Vin were just found dead at Santo’s mothers house…”

 

Dub fell silent and hung up the phone. He grabbed his bag and raced towards the airport.

 

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Vindog was driving through Tulsa hoping to warn Santo that Angel and Really were killing a bunch of mobsters across the U.S. He pulled up to Santo’s mothers house and saw Angel standing over Santo and his mother. Vindog stepped out of the car and pointed his Thompson at Angel. Angel turned around and saw Vin standing there and he ducked inside of the house.

 

“Why are you here?” Angel yelled.

 

“What’d you do??” Vindog screamed back in anger.

 

Angel began reloading his weapon and was getting ready for a fight.

 

“We don’t have to do this, Vin.”

 

“I saw the blood pouring from your arm, you’re in serious trouble… It looks like the shoulder wound struck an artery… Why don’t you just toss your gun out onto the lawn and step out here… I can get you to our family doctor… No authorities will be contacted, unless you want the authorities to get you. If that’s the case, then the approaching sirens must sound like angels in your ears…”

 

“Alright… You win.” Angel tossed his gun out of the door and stepped outside.

 

Vindog put his gun in his jacket and watched Angel closely as he stepped towards his car. Vin turned to open his driver door. Angel ran up behind Vin and pushed him into the car. He fell to the floor and his gun fell onto the driveway under the car. Vin reached for it and pointed at Angel. Angel kicked at the gun and knocked it into the car onto the passengers seat. He reached for it and cocked it. He stood over Vin pointing the weapon at his face.

 

“You weren’t supposed to be here…” Angel said.

 

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” Vin remarked…

 

It was the last thing Vin would say… Angel popped two shots into his head and one to the chest.

 

 

Really busted into the bar where Mr. Blood spent most of his free time. He speed walked past the billiard tables and past booths that contained normal citizens… He walked straight up to Blood who was sitting at the bar and through a haymaker straight across the jaw of Mr. Blood.

 

Mr. Blood, caught completely off guard by the punches, was thrown to the ground and a hail of vicious and relentless assaults made on his body by Really. Really reached over the bar and grabbed a glass bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the bar. Mr. Blood stumbles up to his feet and looks at Really. He raises his hands and gets ready for a fight even though he’s already taken a beating. Really lunged at Mr. Blood with the sharp bottle and sliced for Mr. Blood’s stomach. Blood jumped out of the way and supported himself with his left arm on the bar. He used his right hand and swung downwards at the extended arm of Really. Really dropped the bottle and stumbled across the ground but regained his composure. Really jumped at Blood again but tried to throw a punch at the head. Blood dodged out of the way and used Really’s momentum and threw his head at the bar. Really’s head smashes against the bar and bounces back up. He begins to fall on the ground an d Blood jumps on top. Blood begins unleashing an uncountable amount of haymakers to Really’s head. Really stretches his arm out from his side and reaches for the bottle that lays four feet away from him.

 

Really uses his opposite hand to block the shots coming from his face and tries to lunge to the side to grab the bottle. He finally reaches the bottle and throws his arm upward at Blood’s face… Blood sees the shot coming and leans back as the shot flies past his face. Really brings his hand back and catches Blood on the side of his throat… Blood begins bleeding over the floor and makes gurgling sounds as he struggles to breathe…

 

Really hears sirens approaching outside, “Is there a back door to this place?” Really brandishes the bottle at the bartender who witnessed the whole thing.

 

The bartender points to a side door that leads to a hallway leading out to the alleyway. Really busts outside and runs through the alleyway.

 

 Dub was about to board the plane when his phone rang, “Hello?”

 

“Dub, It’s Donnie. Mr. Blood was found bleeding to death in his bar…”

 

“Is he gone?”

 

“He was rushed to the hospital and has been stabilized…”

 

Dub hangs up the phone and boards the plane expecting to meet the killer of all these men in Kansas…

 

Really rushed to the airport before his identity was given up to officials by the bartender that he spared. He boarded the plane with ease and flew to Topeka, Kansas. He called Dub…

 

“Dub?”

 

“What’s up?”

 

“Hey, you in Topeka?”

 

“Yes…” Dub was full of anger and anticipation…

 

“Alright… Meet me in the ‘Rowdy Clown’ bar on the corner of 1st and 3rd…” Really immediately hung up the phone and made his way there as quickly as possible to gain the upperhand…

 

Really arrived first and cleared the bar out of patrons and workers. He flipped multiple tables and was getting ready for Dub’s arrival. As he was flipping the last table, Dub busted in the doors and began firing immediately.

 

Dub had his AK47 and his .44 Magnum ready for this fight. He began firing his AK at Really as he ducked behind the table he was in the process of flipping. Bullet holes filled the table and wood chippings fell steadily around Really as he sat and hid behind the table. He pulled his weapons and waited for Dub’s reload. The firing stopped. Really prepared his 1911. He jumped to his feet and began shooting towards Dub’s location. Bullets were flying and ripping into wood and shattering glass doors and windows.

 

Dub jumped up from Really’s flank. He was behind the bar and Really didn’t notice. He fired as Really began jumping and dodging the best he could to get behind another table. Shots were ringing. Wood chips were falling. Dub was unloading his gun faster than he ever had before. Really was jumping repeatedly and fell behind another table facing the bar.  Really jumped up again and began firing his 1911. Bottles and glasses were exploding behind Dub and showered him with alcohol and glass shards…

 

Silence fell…

 

Dub’s phone began to ring, as well as Really’s. Dub waited…

 

“Hello?” Really had answered his phone…

 

“Hello?” Dub held his phone to his ear…

 

Really began cursing loudly and Dub smiled as the news he heard on the other end of the phone was great news… Both men hung up their phones almost simultaneously.

 

“You hear that, Really? Your boy, Angel, is dead… Shot by Royce Gambino…” Dub smiled at the sound of the simple syllables leaving his mouth. No response came. Dub smiled even more. He then heard the sound of the door busting open. Dub jumped to his feet and caught a glance of Really running from the building… Dub followed him but lost Really as he jumped into his car that was parked in an alley way… Dub needed a car. The taxi left at the sound of gunshots… Dub ran in to the street and stole a car.

 

Dub sped down the street and tried to catch a glimpse of Really’s black Cadillac… Nothing. He began speeding back towards the airport anticipating that Really may be trying to make a run to a different state.  The last sign of Really that Dub saw was his black Cadillac parked on the sidewalk next to the airport… He had no idea what plane he went to…

 

Dub called Royce, “Hey bro, if you see Really at all, he’s your kill. I’ll spread the word…”

 

Dub hung up and began searching the U.S.

 

  

The next day, Royce was searching Tucson, Arizona. Royce knew that Really had a safe house in Tucson. Royce searched for the address and finally found it about a mile from the city limits. He knocked on the door of the house… No answer. He kicked the door open and found Really upstairs in his room… Really was no chance. He had been smoking his usual drug… He was under the influence and wasn’t in the spot to put up a fight…

 

Royce simply walked straight up to Really, put a shotgun in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

 

 

 

The funeral for Really was full of mixed company… The Kin of the murdered were all present… No respect was shown for Really who, due to the way of death, had to have a closed casket. Dub didn’t believe he deserved an open casket anyways… He had mixed feelings about him being gone, though… They had been brothers throughout their time on the game. Ruled the Corleone Empire together and helped each other along.

 

He didn’t know whether to feel remorse for the fallen, or regret for the actions that followed the initial murders.

 

 

The next day, Dub called a meeting with Royce Gambino.

 

“Hey bro.”

 

“Dub, how are you doing?”

 

“Fine. I wanna talk to you about me passing down the Kingpin position to you. You’ve gained a reputation and people fear you. You’re perfect for the job. The stress of the position definitely was weighing on me.”

 

“Dub, I don’t want it.”

 

“Royce, I am done with it. If you don’t take it, I’ll just give it to someone else…”

 

 

Dub passed down the Kingpin spot and left back to Florida. Back to his suburban home… He, after killing the two former Dons, was back where he belonged. Don of the Corleone Empire.

Story submitted by The Dubliner

A Holiday Massacre

December 15, 2013 by Reporter in

December 13th, two notorious mob bosses of The Corleone Empire have gone on a Massacre killing high ranking mafia members. The twofamilies were The Corleone Crime Family and Por El Amor De Corleone. Starting as a plan of the Dons were men by the name of Angel_Of_Death and Really. The recent American Mafia Kingpin known as “The-Dubliner” caught up with Really after a meeting was held in a disclosed location. They were discussing Empire Issues. All the sudden a shot was fired hitting one of Dubs Guards. The bodyguard was killed instantly. For the next 2 and a half hours, Corleone’s were shooting Corleone’s across area. Somehow, Really flees without notice and is gone without a trace.
December 7th, (six days earlier) where Benny-Blanco (Milwaukee Consigliere), Relentless (Milwaukee Underboss),
Arithanger (Milwaukee Head Capo) and of course Mr_Donnie_Vegas (Milwaukee Don) were as well discussing Family problems and what not when a surprise guests of The Gambino Empire arrives. Murder Inc. mob boss James-Gambino steps out of his car along with several other henchmen fire Tommy guns through the windows of The Milwaukee Compound as Arithanger is shot more then twenty five times through his torso, legs and head. He was killed before he could even hit the ground. Benny, Donnie and Relentless fled to the door as they yelled after their loyal soldiers to escort them to an escape route. Just as they were rushing to the door, holes of light and piercing bullets go through the door while hitting Donnie’s best bodyguard. Quickly Benny picks up his Tommy Gun and tries shooting his way through, as a distraction, as the remaining Milwaukee members try to find another way. Seeing Benny get shot in his lung, Donnie knew that he wasn’t going to make it. Relentless drags Benny to safety as bullets are whistling across his head. Donnie struggling to run towards his brothers as Soldiers were holding him back. As Benny has been brought to his brother, he whispered these last words:

 

” It hurts Donnie, it really does. I’m a dead man. So save yourself and get the hell out of here before I see you die in front of my lifeless eyes.”

 

As Benny passes away seconds later, Donnie screams in fury, killing Gambino associates and soldiers, shooting his way through to get to his helicopter. Him and Relentless fly away into the midnight sky. Donnie is later interviewed and harassed by news reporters asking about the death of his brother and why his house was shot up. Donnie is tired with no rest and reporters nagging him was not helping him. He then stares at the reporters and says “Benny always said to keep moving forward and to take the hits. Everyone takes the fall and does the time at one point. That’s how this thing of ours works.” James then reports straight to The Gambino Empire boss, Royce “The Raven” Gambino. As Raven is bloodthirsty and is furious to find out that Donnie and Relentless made it out alive.

 
Dec 13th, earlier that day, Santo-Trafficante-Jr (Fratesi mob boss) and Jetfire198_3 (Fratesi crew Underboss) were talking about the attack of The Milwaukee’s with The Corleone Crime Family. As Corleone Crime Family UnderBoss that goes by the name of “Spetsnaz” were speaking about Gambino Foreign Policy after the violent raid. Mob boss “Angel_Of_Death” could not show up because he was busy that night, walks in minutes after. Angel looks at Spetsnaz and tells him to go and never come back. Spetsnaz with confusion walks out, as he is walking to his car he hears two shot go off and ducks behind his car. He then sees Angel alone walk out casually. He then goes to investigate and finds Santo and Jetfire were shot in the head. He freezes and then runs away. He meets up with Milwaukee to tell the news because he didn’t know who to trust at the moment. He explains himself and then has joined the family as the new Consigliere to help them out and not to be whacked for a false accusation. Spetsnaz quotes “I will never look at Angel the same way that I did before. Knowing he killed not just my friends but my business partners without being confronted, was not something that I can ever get over”.

 
Just then, later in the cold night, Royce  is confronted by his Spies that Angel captured James Gambino. As soon as he hears the news he then grabs his Tommy Gun and overcoat, with a black fedora and grey stripe across the side and walks out alone slipping past his own guards bringing nobody but himself with him. He then calls for Angel and Really from a payphone demanding to know where they are. He finds outs they both are held up a a Chicago Warehouse along with James. They did not mention if they’re alone. Royce quickly heads over to Chicago and locates the warehouse while heavy cold rain runs down his face, staring emotionless across the street. Then he walks inside to find that Really and Angel were just about to kill James , holding a revolver to his head. James sees Royce and smiles, then starts laughing louder and louder every second. Really pistol whips James and orders him to stop laughing. James looks slowly at Really and says

” You’re a dead man”.

As really is shot in his leg by Royce’s inaccurate 1930’s Tommy Gun. James quickly leans over and hits the concrete floor getting ahold of a knife to cut the ropes off his hands. Really gets up and just a James breaks free he gets a hoof him. Really takes the knife and stabs James in his gut. Then holding him and a knife to his throat, Royce then aims down his sights of his gun, but knows if he fires the shot he will miss because of his inaccuracy, he then sees Angel on the corner of his eye with his Smith&Wesson revolver. Royce quickly turns his head and a shot from Angel is fired. The bullet hits the flesh of Royce’s head and then tackles Angel. Royce then beats Angels face in and then slowly and painfully chokes him to death. With fear, Really starts to shake and takes James to his car and throws him in the back. He continued to hit him and until he became unconscious. As Really burns rubber he has found that on top of the subway railroads lays Dubliner and his Henchmen shooting his car. He then swerves and crashes into a pole. He gets out with bullet wounds all over his body, blood dripping down his torso and head.

 

Crawling to cover, Royce then comes out of the alley way next to Really slowly with Angels Smith&Wesson revolver, raises the gun point blank to his head and quotes:

 

“The American Mafia sends their deepest Regards… ( BANG!)”

 

Dubliner finds Royce standing on the side of his corpse and walks back into the dark Chicago alley. Later we heard on the radio reports of the deaths of notorious mob bosses and about Vindog_Porrello_3 and Mr_Blood were reported missing. Nobody knows where their whereabouts are.

 

As the remaining bosses meet together, they make a new Commission with new rules. Even a new Kingpin. Later to be announced is that The Genovese Junction is starting to take place. We have no word nor quotes from The Genovese Family but know that thier is plenty to be discusses.
This is -Jack-Marone- signing off and as always stay safe American Mafia!

DETROIT MOB BOSS AND LIEUTENANTS

December 3, 2013 by Reporter in

Fabrizio was at his favorite restaurant called Little Bella Luna on 15th avenue, after his son was hospitalized from the shooting Fabrizio was always guarded now.  Fabrizio’s wife contacted him on the payphone in the restaurant, she was always at the hospital waiting to see if her son got any better. It was three months since the shooting and Fabrizio “JR” DeAngelo was in a coma and the doctors gave him a 50/50 chance.

 

“Whats the matter!?” Fabrizio got nervous when he heard it was his wife from the hospital. “Our son……………….” Angela took a long pause. “Is he?” Fabrizio had killed and ordered me to be killed so death wasn’t something new too him but this was his son and his heir. “HE’S AWAKE!” Fabrizio was so excited he was jumping up and down. After he told Angela he’d be there in a little while and hung up the phone he looked at one o f his guards, “get Joe and tell him too meet me at my house. We’re finishing this war once and for all.” After Fabrizio brought his son a dog (JR always wanted a German Sheppard but his parents always said no, but after what happened he could’ve asked for $10,000 and he’d get it) he went to meet Joe at his house to discuss how they were gonna end the war in New York City that had lasted 4 months already with deaths on both sides.

 

After Joe and Fabrizio hugged each other and Joe saying he was happy to hear that JR was okay they got down to business. 

 

“Joe, this war between our Family and those animals in Detroit has been going on far too long and I think I found a way to end it once and for all!” Joe sat on the couch in Fabrizio’s office and tried too look relaxed but he didn’t have the ability to hide his excitement like his older brother and former Boss Giovanni.

 

“Alright as long as we can win lemme hear it.” Fabrizio had everything planned out and told Joe every detail. The Commission still recognized Giovanni as the official Boss of the Family and Joe was just the Street Boss, Fabrizio told Giovanni to go to The Commission with all the stuff going on especially the shooting of JR. The Commission voted and approved the killing of Salvatore Carbone to finally end the war. Now everyone knew that Sal’s main goal in life was to hear Giovanni admit he lost to Sal, so Fabrizio planned on Thanksgiving for Giovanni to invite Sal to his restaurant in Miami, Florida to admit defeat and make peace but what he was actually planning was to lure Sal and his top Capos into a trap to kill all of them to win the war. Sal’s Consigliere Frank Tommasino was the only one being spared because Fabrizio made a deal with him that with Sal gone the Luciano Family would support him to be the next Boss of the Detroit Mob.

 

Thanksgiving was here and the war stopped that day because both sides were going to “meet” to finally end the war. As Sal and his Capos arrived they were searched for weapons and then allowed into the restaurant, there was a long table in the center of the room covered in food. Sal gasped at the site of the turkey, it was huge.  After a waiter showed all the men to their “assigned” seats the waiter asked what they wanted to drink and walked into the kitchen. Twenty minutes had gone by and it was just Sal and his Capos sitting by the table waiting for Giovanni and his Family.

 

One of the Capos looked at his watch and asked “we fly from Detroit and Luciano LIVES HERE AND HE’S LATE!? THIS FOOD IS GONNA GET COLD!” As the waiter came back to see how everyone was doing everyone was complaining about the wait.

 

“Don’t worry everyone you’ll get what you deserve for your long wait.” As the waiter went back into the kitchen, Sal looked up and down the table to all his Capos.

 

“The hell with this waiting crap! Lets eat!” As everyone was beginning to eat they heard the kitchen door open expecting it to be the waiter with their drinks it was Fabrizio and his crew of expert shooters holding machine guns.

 

“Hey guys! Its rude to start without us!” Before any of the men could turn around shots rang out killing everyone at the table instantly except Sal. Sal somehow was able to fall to the ground and try to crawl out of the building but Fabrizio walked up to Sal with a sawed off shotgun, “Don’t forget your dessert Don Carbone.” Two loud bangs blew off the top of Salvatore Carbones head.

 

The day after the shooting it was huge news all across the country, Fabrizio was getting the paper to read with his coffee in his dining room.

 

“DETROIT MOB BOSS AND LIEUTENANTS KILLED IN THANKSGIVING DAY SLAUGHTER”.

 

 Angela walked in to see Fabrizio reading the paper, “Honey how was your trip to Florida? Short, wasn’t it? What did you do?” Fabrizio put away the paper so Angela didn’t see the headline. “I just had to go see a few friends sorry I missed dinner.” Angela walked over and kissed Fabrizio and gave him a hug. “Its okay honey there’s leftovers, how did it go? With your friends?” Fabrizio kissed her back and smiled, “It was a great time, it was a real hit…”

Al_Zapponi released from prison

November 29, 2013 by Reporter in

It’s been awhile since I have written a news story, but Al’s back baby. You may remember my stories as Jack for their gory mafia nature. Things seem very different from the reign of Zaponni that still to this day is remembered by many and kept alive in Fratesi and now with me coming out of jail. Yes it’s true many saw a man named TheZapponi walking these streets with a heavy machine gun and called the cops. Turned out his name was none other then Al_Zapponi. Al was sent to a max security AM prison where he was serving life but thankfully the judge and Al were able to talk and a deal made.

 

Al’s back on the streets and problems have arrived as if it were a butterfly effect. Most mobsters excited to see DonZapponi, some scared and angry. With anger comes poor judgment and the ripple was Sonny_Zapponi and AM legend Goodfellas being killed and Al nearly himself. Sonny and Goodfellas were found in Goodfellas limo shot to death, the driver also  with a note pinned to his chest warning Al he was next. Thankfully doctors were able to bring the Teflon Killer back to life. As that was happening Royce_Gambino known to most as The-Raven hit Ultimate Kingpin with help from the black market aka marketplace. The marketplace is known for supplying the most successful Mobsters weapons and other items to help their success in this thing of ours. Its suggested you stop down there and pick up some hardware.

 

On other news Angel_Of_Death has taken over as Don of Corleone. Donnie has taken his former family Corleone Inc which was a former family started by Goodfellas and led by me nearly a year later. Royce_Gambino has also stated up a new family known as the Gambino family. Many Gambino families have operated over the years few led by AM legends.

 

Thats the news for the week, this is Al_Zapponi from the American Mafia Times HQ, have a good day, and stay safe AM.

American Mafia Miniseries – Episode 6

October 19, 2013 by Reporter in

Fabrizio was sitting in his office in his home when his wife came in holding a letter and yelling as loud as she could,  “How could we let this happen!?” she yelled.

 

 Fabrizio jumped out of his chair from the shock of her yelling, his wife Angela was mostly very quiet and never asked any question how they could afford a huge house, brand new cars, tailored clothes, and to afford to send their two sons to the best school in the state which so happened to be the reason why Angela was so mad.

 

“Whats the matter!?” Fabrizio yelled back in curiousity.

 

Angela ran to Fabrizio’s desk and threw the letter on top of his desk. The letter read: “Your son Fabrizio DeAngelo Jr…” though he was named after Fabrizio everyone that knew the family called his son ‘JR’ “…is being suspended from this school due to the fact that he is beating up children for their money, taking bets and selling marijuana in the boys bathroom.”

 

 Angela was shocked from what the letter said because at home JR was always respectful and she thought he was more like her, but Fabrizio knew better. That’s why he named his first son after him because he actually longed for a son that would be an exact copy of him. Fabrizio and Angela’s other son Giuseppe was more Angela’s son. He was quiet, most of the time, but when it came to a debate he knew he’d win–he was like a bull (another trait of Fabrizio’s, most people would wonder what traits were passed on from Angela) so since he was such a good debater he wanted his future to be a lawyer or maybe a Governor.

 

“Angela I’m as surprised as you are about this, tonight when JR gets home I’ll have a talk to him.”

 

 Angela sighed and began to walk out but before she fully left the office she turned around to look at Fabrizio, “Listen I never asked where all of this came from because I didn’t want you to lie to me, but I want you to promise me that no matter what you will protect this family. And if something does happen, which I pray it doesn’t, I want you to find the people responsible and show them no mercy AT ALL.”

 

 Fabrizio knew Angela knew what he did for a living but he didn’t want to openly say it to her and he knew what she wanted him to do if they were targeted in the ongoing war in New York City.

 

“Angela you must think I’m a thug or a gangster…” Fabrizio gave off a small grin to try to lighten up Angela’s mood.

 

Angela gave a small grin back and said “Nah, honey, you’re to smart to be a gangster or a thug.”

 

The night after Angela and Fabrizio spoke Fabrizio asked JR to join him in his office. “Whats the matter pop?” JR said as he sat down in the chair across from his father.

“Listen son your mother got a letter today from your school saying you’re suspended for beating up kids, taking bets and selling weed. Now before you say anything I wanna say I knew out of both my sons this would happen to you. Because you are just like I was when I was your age going to school. So I’m not surprised.”

JR looked his father directly in the eyes and did not move at all, “Pop, I don’t want to be a nobody in life I wanna be like you! I want what you have! And don’t try to convince me not to do it because I’ve already decided I want to work with you.”

 

Fabrizio could see in his sons eyes that he made up his mind that he wanted to live the life of his father and there was no point of trying to change his sons mind because he was just as stubborn as Fabrizio.

 

“Alright son, if you think you can handle this life you can try it. Tomorrow, Don Giovanni’s son-in-law is coming to get the last few things from their old house and he’s taking a cab from the airport to the house where I want you to meet him help him get the stuff he needs then, simply drive him back to the airport alright? Wear a suit too. Gotta look nice for the important people…”

 

JR was so excited his father was giving him an errand to run, no matter what it was he was happy and proud to be working for his father instead of some stranger getting to earn a lousy paycheck. “Sure pop but I don’t have a suit.”

 

Fabrizio looked at his watch to see what time it was. “It’s too late to go to the tailor so just wear one of my suits tomorrow. You look just like me so it should fit you fine.” JR got up and hugged his father and said thanks and before he left his father yelled over to him, “Son, Giovanni’s son-in-law is expecting me so take my car and apologize that I couldn’t make it because I have so much work to do.”

 

Before JR left his fathers office he looked at his father and said “Well like you said pop since I look just like you he might think I am you.” Both smiled and JR closed the door to his father’s office.

 

As JR sat in his fathers car waiting for Don Giovanni’s son-in-law he was imagining he was in a car chase running away from the cops, he had been watching to many gangster films and was so bored waiting he couldn’t take sitting in the car any longer so he got out and stood next to the driver side of the car.

 

As he was looking around he heard a car stop behind him and someone saying, “HEY YOU! ARE YOU FABRIZIO DEANGELO!?”

 

Even though he was a “Jr” technically he was Fabrizio DeAngelo so he responded by saying, “Yes sir, are you Giovanni’s son-in-law?”

 

 As he turned around he saw a car with a window open and the same voice saying “Don Carbone sends his regards.” The next thing JR heard before he blacked out was three loud bangs…

 

 

That night in the hospital the place looked like the American President was there. The hospital was overwhelmed with the amount of guards there. In his sons room sat Fabrizio Sr., Angela, and their other son Giuseppe as JR laid on the hospital bed unconscious…  Outside of the room were two guards but the whole level had men working for Fabrizio making sure no one got close to the room where Fabrizio and his family was in. There was a knock at the door–it was Joe. Fabrizio excused himself from the room to go outside of the hospital to talk to Joe. Outside there were more guards at the ready if something were to happen.

 

“Joe they shot my son! MY SON!”

 

Joe put his hand on Fabrizio’s shoulder, “I know they did, I have all my people looking around but no one knows who did it.”

 

Fabrizio remembered that his son was there to meet Giovannis son-in-law. “Joe where is your brothers son-in-law?”

 

Joe raised his one eyebrow confused from the question. “Uhhhh last I heard he came up here to get something but then called from Detroit cause the moron fell asleep on the plane and by the time he woke up the plane was in Detroit. Why do you ask?” Fabrizio was about to tell Joe that he thought that Giovannis son-in-law shot his son because he mistook him for himself then got on the plane to go to Detroit to escape but one of the guards that was standing by his son’s room came running out to Fabrizio.

 

“BOSS! YOU BETTER HURRY UPSTAIRS YOU’RE SON JUST FLAT LINED!”

 

By the time Fabrizio, Joe and the guard that came to get Fabrizio got to the room all Fabrizio heard was his wife screaming and the sound of the doctor yelling for a pair of defibrillators and for several nurses’ aid… When Fabrizio got to the room the doctor wanted everyone out of the way to take JR to the Operating Room in order to remove the bullet that was slowly moving closer to his heart.

 

As Fabrizio, Angela, Giuseppe, and Joe were running after JR and the doctors, one nurse said to all of them, “I’m sorry but you can’t go into the Operating Room.”

 

Fabrizio grabbed the nurse by the arm and told her, “Listen that’s my son in there and I want you to treat him like he’s the President.” The nurse looked at Fabrizio but not in the eyes, which made Fabrizio even angrier, “We treat everyone the same in here.”

 

Fabrizio tightened his grip on the nurses on. “DON’T GIVE ME THAT CRAP! MONEY IS NO PROBLEM SO I WANT HIM TREATED LIKE THE PRESIDENT!” As he let go of the nurse, told Joe to wait outside, and was about to hug his wife–Angela told him not to forget about the promise he made to her. Fabrizio looked into Angela’s eyes–she noticed for the first time how his eyes looked like a great white sharks eyes when he’s furious.

 

As he wiped a small tear from his eye he told her, “Don’t worry Angela, when I’m done with the men responsible for this, they’ll be begging for a quick death.”

American Mafia Mini Series Episode 5

September 26, 2013 by Reporter in

It wasn’t long before The Luciano Family declared open warfare on The Carbone Family from Detroit; Fabrizio had ordered his crew to blow up a small hotel that was also a casino run by a Detroit Capo. Not long after the bombing word got back to Detroit and Salvatore didn’t enjoy the news.

 

“ARE YOU SERIOUS!? Frank you told me Luciano would crumble after we killed that kid, that he was weak hearted!” Frank Tommasino was Salvatore’s Consigliere since Salvatore started his Family.

 

“Sal I thought Giovanni would crack under the pressure. But it’s his Consigliere, Fabrizio DeAngelo, that’s the major force in the Family right now he’s…”

 

Sal slammed his hand onto the table in the kitchen where Sal always talked business, “ He’s just a kid! He shouldn’t be allowed to hold such a position! He’s a no one.” Frank got up to get some more wine to drink, in his old age he was drinking more wine but he was so used to it that it never clouded his mind.

“Listen Sal whether you think he’s a kid or not he holds a lot of power, and money in New York and New Jersey. “ Sal acted like he didn’t hear what Frank was saying but he heard every word.

 

“Well we gotta hit Giovanni back, can’t show we’re gonna run off! Word is he has a storefront that is a front for his sports betting operation all his money from his gambling ring goes there every Friday it totals up to a million bucks. This week I want that place hit! Take every dime in that place!”  After Giovanni’s business was robbed he ordered all his Capos to kill every Carbone member on the streets! If there was any doubt that there was a mob war there wasn’t any doubt now. War was declared and wasn’t going to stop until either Family would surrender.

 

It has been four months since the war has started and both sides have lost a lot of men and money. Giovanni called a meeting with his brother and Fabrizio to discuss what they were going to do to resolve this war. Fabrizio was the last to get to the Hotel Corleone which Giovanni turned into a fortress, he felt that his mansion wasn’t safe enough so he bought the hotel from the previous owner and turned the top floor into his home and headquarters, as soon as Fabrizio saw Giovanni he noticed the Don had gained weight from what he knew was from stressful eating, his hair was falling out and turning white as snow and his face looked like he was one hundred years old. “Alright guys what’s the update on this war?” Joe was looking out one of the windows that Giovanni had bulletproofed because he felt that Salvatore would have a sniper kill him if he looked out the widow.

 

“Giovanni,” Joe took a deep breath and sighed, “the war is costing us a lot of money because no one is making any money and kicking up…”

 

Giovanni began to rub his forehead and looked out into space. “I don’t care about the money! How many men have we lost!?”

 

 Joe turned around and set on the sofa on the opposite side of the office, which were two rooms put together. “Around fifty men we’ve lost, it’s around the same amount on the Carbone Family.”

Giovanni finally stopped rubbing his forehead and looked up at Fabrizio. “Fabrizio what do you think we should do?”

 

Fabrizio was combing his hair back because when Joe called Fabrizio and told him to meet him and Giovanni at Hotel Corleone he rushed over so he didn’t have a chance to get fully prepared. “Well Giovanni, I don’t think Sal will stop until you get out of town and more importantly step down as Capo Di Tutti Capi. My suggestion is maybe you call a Commission meeting and say you’re retiring and taking all the money you’ve earned and want to retire down to Florida under the protection of Anthony Narducci and the Narducci Family in Tampa, so Sal will think he’s won and is probably going to take over as Capo Di Tutti Capi.”

 

Joe was still sitting on the couch but he sat up and leaned forward so he can ask Fabrizio a question. “Fabrizio how will that help us though?” Fabrizio got up to stand by the window where Joe was earlier so he can look at Giovanni and Joe.

 

“Its easy Joe, since Sal will feel like he’s unstoppable he’ll let his guard down and will forget about us, so it’ll be real easy killing him and taking over Detroit.” Giovanni had put on his horn rimmed glasses so he can read the news paper but he didn’t get passed the front because the headline was “MOB KINGPINS FIGHT FOR THE EMPIRE STATE!” and the paper had a picture of Salavtore Carbone and Giovanni Luciano next to each other, so he wasn’t fully listening to what Fabrizio was saying. Joe sat back from shock after what Fabrizio had said, “Fabrizio no way the Commission will sanction a hit against Sal! A. Because he’ll have the title B. because everyone will think since he beat us he can beat anyone in a war and C. even if they sanction a hit they’re not gonna want us to expand all the way out into Detroit because then they’ll think we’re trying to take over everything!”

 

Fabrizio looked over to Joe and gave a small smirk. “Alright so better yet we pick someone in Detroit we can trust and more importantly control.” Joe looked over to his brother and he just noticed thanks to this war and all the stress it made his brother age so much he thought Giovanni looked like their grandfather that died ten years ago.

 

“What do you think Giovanni?” Giovanni had taken off his glasses and put them on his desk, sighed and looked at Joe and Fabrizio. “I think I will retire down into Florida, as you can see I’m too old for this anymore,” Giovanni got a small laugh from everyone because of how fast he aged since he became Boss. “, So tomorrow I want to schedule a Commission meeting with everyone and tell them what’s going to happen, But I’m not gonna say where I’m going so I still stay safe. Only you two will know and I’ll probably tell my daughter and that jerk of a husband she married to try to convince them to move with me down in Florida.” Joe and Fabrizio didn’t say anything they just nodded to what Giovanni was saying. As Giovanni got up from his desk he had a cane with him which surprised Joe and Fabrizio because it had really shown how old and physically weak Giovanni had become. As Giovanni was about to leave the of fice he asked if Fabrizio would take his place as Boss of the Family.

 

“I’m honored you asked me to take your place which NO ONE can ever do! But I’m better as an advisor so I think its better that Joe take over as Boss of the Family.” Fabrizio said.

 

Giovanni looked over to Joe for an answer and all Joe did was give a nod to both men. “Alright now that that’s settled I’m going to start packing and by 8 pm tomorrow night I’ll be boarding my flight to Florida where I can finally relaxed.”

Crafted by The Dubliner

American Mafia Mini Series Episode 4

September 19, 2013 by Reporter in

American Mafia Miniseries – Part 4

 

Fabrizio walked back into the ballroom where the dance floor was filled with jubilant party goers. He smiled as he watched Giovanni’s daughter and the groom partake in their first dance together. It reminded him of his wife and him on the day they were married; very similar to this wedding, the crowd was full of friends and family. Smiles filled the faces of everyone watching. Fabrizio continued to help his don over towards the dance floor as Joseph followed close behind greeting several different friends and family members that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

As Giovanni approached the dance floor, his daughter met him at the edge. She reached out her hand and her father took it. As they began slowly dancing around the floor, other couples began forming and joining the Don and his beloved daughter on the dance floor. Fabrizio watched with a wide smile on his face as his boss laughed and kissed his daughter on the forehead… He turned over his shoulder and met eyes with Salvatore, the Don from Detroit… Salvatore was talking to the groom. He shook the grooms hand, then kissed him on the cheeks as he turned and walked away. Salvatore then noticed Fabrizio looking at him; he smiled, winked, and continued to walk to his car… Fabrizio then turned to the groom who looked scared out of his mind… His cheeks were red and sweat was pouring from his head…

 “Whatever Salvatore told him, it scared the mess out of him…” Giovanni thought.

  Fabrizio turned back around towards the dance floor and saw Giovanni walking towards him.

 “How are you doing, Son?”

 Fabrizio cracked a smile, “I’m fine. Where’d you learn to dance like that?”

 “Ah, yes… My wife and I would practice dancing in the living room of our home before she passed away… She would love to see this moment for her daughter…” A tear fell from Giovanni’s eye as he stared back at his daughter.

 For once since Fabrizio met Giovanni, he saw the wall of security around Giovanni’s personal life tremble… He saw the fragility of not only the physicality of his don, but the emotional fragility as well…  On top of that, he was now the Capo Di Tutti Capi and a lot more responsibility would ensue…

 

 A week after the wedding ended, Fabrizio was meeting with Giovanni and Joseph to talk about current situations in New York. “I want to know who is behind all this!” Giovanni yelled at Joseph as Fabrizio walked through the door. The smell of cigarette smoke greeted his nostrils with a mixture of alcohol and ash… “Ah! Finally someone who has some common sense!” 

 

“What’s going on?” Fabrizio curiously inquired. 

 

“What’s going on? I’m losing control of this city. The eyes of the family bosses are watching me and I can’t control a few business owners. They have the balls to say that someone bigger,newer, and better is in town now! Well where are they?” Giovanni rapidly and repeatedly banged his fist down on the table that stood waist high to him.

 

“Which business?”

 

“It’s called, ‘Barkers Baked Bites’ over on 4th and Main…” Giovanni looked at Fabrizio like a father would look at a son… “Go check it out, Fabrzio… Make me proud.”

 

Fabrizio rushed over to the bakery; he busted through the double doors and looked for the owner. He took a baseball bat in case anything got out of hand… He locked eyes with a large Italian man who stood nervously behind the counter.

 

“C…Can I help y…you sir?” His hands were trembling and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

 

“Yeah, first you can give me your money you owe Mr. Giovanni, then you can point me in the direction of your boss. He owes me two knee caps…”

 

“Mr. Salvatore is protecting this store now sir… Maybe Mr. Giovanni would like a cake…? Or a strudel…?”

 Fabrizio sat and stared blankly at the storeowner… “Mr. Salvatore, you said…? He’s protecting this place?” 

 

“Y…yes sir…” Fabrizio began looking around the store…

 

There were a bountiful amount of dough and pastries on display. He got his baseball bat ready and began swinging like Babe Ruth around the store. With each swing the crash of glass and plop of dough on tile floors followed soon after.  Fabrizio made his way to the counter and busted the display case and the cash register. He began taking the money out of the register and made his was to the door…

 

 

“Some job Mr. Salvatore is doing at protecting you, huh?”

 

He rushed back to Giovanni and Joseph. Fabrizio busted through the doors as was met Giovanni screaming on the phone… He sat and waited for his boss to get off the phone but was trying to get him to move along in the conversation.

 

Eventually his boss hung up the phone, but before Fabrizio could speak he said, “That’s the sixth business today that has refused to pay our cut of the money… We are losing revenue hand-over-fist…” 

 

“Don, It’s Salvatore… He’s muscling his way into New York…”

 

As Giovanni heard this news he got up, lifted his office chair, and threw it across the room which amazed Fabrizio and Joe because at the wedding Giovanni needed help to get around. As soon as Giovanni calmed down he looked at his brother and Fabrizio, “What else can you two tell me?”

 

Joe got a glass of scotch from the liquor cabinet and offered everyone else in the room a drink but both Giovanni and Fabrizio didn’t want one. “Well I heard he’s been shaking down local shops, but his major step into New York City is a huge hotel that is a front for a casino and a brothel.”

 

Giovanni moved over to sit on his couch in his office since he threw the chair and broke it into a million pieces, he reached into his pocket and got his cigar and lit it and tried to calm down. “Alright, I want to send Sal a message. Fabrizio I want you to get your crew and blow up that hotel.”

 

Fabrizio was taken back how large he wanted to make the message so loud and what was even more shocking how calm Giovanni send it.

 

“Boss, are you sure? That might start a war.”

 

Giovanni sat up and looked directly at Fabrizio “Listen I have to defend not only MY city but I also have to DEFEND MY TITLE! AND I REFUSE TO BACK DOWN TO SOME PUNK FROM DETROIT!”

 

Fabrizio walked over to sit on the couch with Giovanni, “Listen Giovanni I understand you have to show that you’re in charge. But you can’t blow up a hotel! Do you know the kind of heat that will bring down?!”

 

Giovanni put down his cigar into the crystal ashtray he had at the end of the couch and took a deep breath and asked Joe to bring him a glass of water. “Alright Fabrizio, I understand what you’re saying. Alright I’ll send my nephew Giorgio to meet Sal.” Fabrizio looked puzzled by Giovanni’s decision to send not only a “civilian” but also his own nephew.

 

“Why him? He’s not part of this ‘thing of ours’.” Giovanni began to explain that he thought if he sent either Joe or Fabrizio if Salvatore was planning to make a foothold in NY he might try to kidnap and or kill either one of them, so if he sent a civilian to give the message to back off NY it’d be safer.

 

“Alright its your decision.” Joe and Fabrizio had said that at the same time which made Giovanni smile,

 

“I guess you guys think alike.” All three laughed.

 

 

 

The next day Giovanni, two bodyguards, and his nephew: Giorgio.

 

 “Listen Giorgio, when you go in there show respect, and only say what I told you to say nothing else. Understood?”

 

Giorgio was only nineteen at the time and was completely nervous because the only stressful event Giorgio had was to make sure his paper he had for his English teacher was sent in on time. Giorgio wanted to be in his uncles business so this was his chance to make his way into his uncles business. “Alright uncle I understand, you can count on me.”

 

Giovanni put his hand on the boys back and patted him lightly. “I know you’re nervous, but I need you to be calm. And when you finish this there might be more work for you.”

 

Giorgio wanted to smile from ear to ear but kept his cool and a straight face. One of the bodyguards opened the door for Giorgio to get out of the car and led him into the building where an ambassador for Salvatore and the Detroit Family was waiting. That night at 9 pm Giovanni was pacing back and forth waiting for Giorgio to get back. Giovanni got his overcoat and was about to leave his office with Fabrizio and Joe plus all their bodyguards following them, but before he left he heard a woman screaming. It was his maid she had opened the door and saw a package on the front step. Normally all packages went to the rear of the house to be checked by guards but this time it came to the front door, plus it was soggy so the maid was curious so she opened it. All the guards in the house ran to the front of the house. With all the guards it was thirty-five in total, normally it was only five but after the recent events Giovanni turned his estate into a fortress. After all the guards got there Giovanni, Joe and Fabrizio finally got the okay to go out of the office the package was the right hand of Giorgio missing all the fingers except the middle finger. Everyone looked at Giovanni’s face that showed no emotion but his eyes looked like he would’ve killed everyone in that room if he were younger.

 

 “Listen the both of you,” Giovanni was looking at Joe and Fabrizio with his cold black eyes that Joe thought looked like the eyes of a great white shark. “ I want you two to blow up that hotel and kill any person from Salvatore Carbone Family! YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?”

 

As Giovanni stormed back into his office and slammed the door, which shocked everyone, Joe looked at Fabrizio and sighed. “Do you know what that means?”

 

Fabrizio took a second but to him it felt like a lifetime, he was thinking about what Joe said. Was Joe clueless to what Giovanni said? Joe loved Giorgio more then Giovanni because Joe was never married and had children so he sort of adopted Giorgio so he took the death of Giorgio really hard so he might have heard what Giovanni said but might not have understood it. Was Joe checking to see if Fabrizio was paying attention? Or was Joe making sure they both knew what Giovanni said? Fabrizio finally stopped thinking about all these scenarios and let out a sigh which sounded like a horn from a ship because it was so silent in the house. “The Boss, your brother, my mentor, wants a war.”

Submitted by The Dubliner

 

American Mafia Mini Series Episode 3

September 7, 2013 by Reporter in

With the death of former Mafia Boss Luigi Russo the Russo Crime Family has become the Luciano Crime Family headed up by Giovanni Luciano and his brother Joe Luciano and his young Consigliere and protege Fabrizio DeAngelo. Under Luciano’s rule the Family has become more successful than ever before, under Russo’s rule the Family had interests in gambling, prostitution, extortion and truck hijacking. But with Luciano’s authority the Family has infiltrated Unions, Construction, Waste Disposal, Stock and Identity fraud and many more business making the Family one of the wealthiest not only in New York but the entire country.

Recently Luciano has shown his prominence with the marriage of his daughter Francesca, it had a guest list full of politicians, judges, and police chiefs and of course the Bosses of the Families across the country. One guest was heard asking if the President would be there later to pay his respects to Giovanni. But the other Bosses weren’t there to just have a good time they were there for business. With the recent end to the bloodshed in New York and the death of a Boss the Commission had to ratify Giovanni as the Boss of the Family but most were allies of Giovanni so most likely Giovanni invited all the Bosses to elect his Capo Di Tutti Capi of the American Mafia. During the party all the Bosses went to a private room that was reserved for Francesca’s party but no one knew anything about it. The list of Bosses that were attendance were the Rangano Family from Chicago, the Carbone Family from Detroit, the Romano Family from Philadelphia, and the Cicero Family fr om New Orleans. There were also smaller Families there as well that had some authority on the Commission but only held power in their territory much like the Marconi Family from Boston, the Rizzoni Family from New Jersey, and the Narducci Family from Tampa. If the FBI knew that the heads of all the crime families were in one place it could’ve been just as big as the Appalachian Meeting but Giovanni was smart enough to bribe the right people.

 

 “Welcome my friends!” Giovanni said with a great big smile on his face. “I am so glad you can all make it here! And I’m sure my daughter feels the same.”  

Salvatore Carbone head of the Carbone interrupted Giovanni’s speech surprising everyone but didn’t surprise Giovanni because Salvatore was just like Russo, bull headed, loud, and insulting. “Listen Giovanni I got a long flight back to Chicago tonight and I’d like to get back to my hotel before the end of this year.”

Fabrizio was sitting by Giovanni’s side and being trained by Giovanni at the art of reading people; he already sized up the people at the table. He already knew that most of the Bosses would support Giovanni becoming Boss of Bosses, except Salvatore. He planned that with the death of Luigi Russo being that he was the strongest ally to Russo and also he was the oldest Boss on the Commission.

“Sal show a little respect huh? It is Giovanni’s daughter’s wedding.” In Fabrizio’s mind he really liked Anthony Narducci he was a nice old Don with a full head of gray hair and respected the old ways but was up to date with the new ways of making money (Fabrizio had been supplying Narducci with heroin so of course they got along) but Narducci held dominance in Tampa with an iron fist and was unofficially the Boss of Florida.

 

“Alright,” Giovanni said to prevent a large argument. “What I called this meeting for is to ask for permission to take over officially as the Boss of the Russo Family so I suggest a vote so everyone gets their fair share.”

 

As Fabrizio predicted, all the Bosses from across the country voted in favor of Giovanni taking over the Family, and of course Salvatore voted “no”. 

“I suggest we vote Don Luciano as the head of our Commission to lead us all to peace and prosperity.” Vincent Rizzoni was the youngest Boss on the Commission at the age of 35 and had actually studied to be a lawyer but inherited the Family after his father’s death.

“I agree with Vincent.” Narducci said.

 Salvatore jumped up from his seat, his face was as red as the table clothes on all the tables in the ball room. “LISTEN YOU TWO! YOUR FAMILIES ARE BASICALLY GLORIFIED CREWS SO I HAVE NO CLUE WHY YOU’RE EVEN HERE! AND ANOTHER THING I WON’T STAND QUIETLY AND LET SOME PUNK THINK HE CAN KILL A FRIEND OF MINE AND TAKEOVER THE COMMISSION!”

Salvatore looked at his bodyguard and they both left. After Salvatore left a vote was made and the majority voted Giovanni as Boss of Bosses. After everyone congratulated Giovanni and politely left the party Giovanni asked his brother Joe and Fabrizio to stay.

 

“What’s your opinion on Carbone, Joe?” Joe took a long sip of his wine and looked at Giovanni.

“Well I think he showed no respect to not just you, but the whole Commission as well.” Giovanni took a cigar out of his inside jacket pocket and lit it and looked at Fabrizio.

“What do you think?” Fabrizio didn’t say anything the whole meeting, for the most reason was because he was just meeting the entire Commission and also didn’t want to hear Salvatore complain that at his age Fabrizio wasn’t old enough to be given such a high rank.

“Well Giovanni you know me, what Sal did was very rude to you and all the Bosses that were just here. But he was also very smart.” Joe took another long sip of his wine and looked at Fabrizio.

“What do you mean? That moron is far from smart! The only reason that Salvatore was given his own Family was because he killed his former Boss and since he was a friend with Russo no Boss was going to argue. He wanted to make a scenario and see if he can force a reaction from us to effect the decision of the other Bosses!”

Joe said something under his breath but no one asked what he said.

“Giovanni what do you think about Sal? Obviously he hates that you killed his friend.”

Fabrizio interrupted which was very rare for him.

“He doesn’t care if we deal drugs he’s just mad that we supply other Families but not his.”

Joe picked up the open bottle of wine he had brought in from the bar outside in the ballroom and refilled his glass and took another long sip.

 

“Even so, his main problem with us is that he figured after Russo’s death he’d be boss of the Commission. What do you think, Giovanni; is he going to be a problem?”

 

Giovanni took a long sigh and leaned back in his chair, even though he had been unofficial boss of the family and had become a multi millionaire he had aged rapidly. He was only 55 but looked as if he was 80 with white hair and dark horn rimmed glasses. Before the civil war he had thought about retiring to Florida with his wife and daughter but felt that he needed to help lead the Family. “I don’t know, like you said Joe he’s basically a glorified thug. So I don’t think he can be a big problem as long as we keep him away from our family. But what I DO know is that I wanna see my daughter enjoy her wedding.” All the men laughed at this, Giovanni waved Fabrizio over to help him get up.

 

“Ya know Fabrizio, I wish you weren’t already married. This guy that my daughter married–I can’t stand him! He’s always drinking and causing problems but she still loves him.” As Fabrizio was helping Giovanni to the door Giovanni looked at Fabrizio with a grin on his face. “But there’s actually one thing I really hate about him.”

 

“What’s that Giovanni” Francesco asked.

 

“He’s from Detroit too, I don’t know what it is with people from Detroit but every single one acts the same way. It’s like they like annoying me.”

 Fabrizio grinned a little bit and let out a small laugh and helped Giovanni back into the main ball room.

Submitted by The Dubliner

 

American Mafia Mini Series Episode 2

September 7, 2013 by Reporter in

Fabrizio took the small drug operation he and Carlo had started in Brooklyn and parts of New Jersey and turned it into the largest drug operation in both states. Fabrizio’s operation imports heroin from Europe and cocaine from South America earning him $30,000,000 a month in profits. But not everything in New York City has been peaceful, in the last few months a civil war erupted inside the cities primary crime family the Russo Crime Family headed by Luigi Russo. In the last few years Russo has been demanding 50% of every single one of his members every week. But the main reason for the civil war was that Russo a strict follower of the rule that people caught dealing drugs should be killed and one of the main capos involved with the dealing of drugs is Brooklyn Capo Giovanni Luciano. Normally the Family would not go against Russo because he is the Boss but since word is even though Russo forbids members in his Family to deal in drugs he takes a “tax” from a ll the drug dealers operating in New York City.

 

 “WHATS TAKING SO LONG THIS WAR SHOULD’VE BEEN OVER ALREADY!” was what Russo always told his faction of the Family.

“We’re trying our best, boss, but Luciano has most of the Family backing HIM.” In Russo’s office in his mansion on Staten Island were 20 bodyguards and Russo’s Underboss Marco Capone. “You don’t understand Luigi this tax of yours on the drug dealers and the 50% you take from everyone has pushed a lot of our members away.”

 

As always Russo was eating food and making a mess all over his clothes, he was a total pig who got to where he is be violence.

 

 “Listen Marco, Luciano has become a major problem and that kid he has working with him Fabrizio both have to go!” Marco was a quiet man that was always loyal to Russo but in the last few months his loyalty is beginning to fade.

“Well word is that Giovanni is having a big meeting at his restaurant in Brooklyn tomorrow. All the capos will be there to announce him as the Boss of the Family.” After hearing this news, Luigi threw his plate across the room and smashed against the wall. Luigi took a minute to look at the mess most likely thinking what a waste of food. He quickly looked over to Marco and slammed his hand onto his mahogany desk.

 

“LISTEN YOU GET EVERYONE YOU CAN TO GO TO GIOVANNI’S RESTAURANT! AND I WANT TO BE THERE WHEN YOU KILL HIM!!!”

 

Marco rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath and exhaled. “Whatever you want Boss.”

 

The next day in Giovanni’s restaurant called “Little Sicily” there was a small office behind the kitchen while during the civil war was dubbed as a joke the “Pentagon” because the office was shaped as a pentagon and that’s where all the plans were made, but Giovanni enjoyed the name so he kept it. In the “Pentagon” were Giovanni and his most loyal supporters and almost all the Family’s capos making a Family within a Family. As Boss of what was being called the “Luciano Family” Giovanni, Giovanni’s younger brother Joseph Luciano as Underboss, but all the capos didn’t see anyone being named as Consigliere. “Gentlemen I know you all trust me to make the decisions that are best for us so as Consigliere I’m naming Fabrizio DeAngelo to the position.” Silence fell over the room because Fabrizio never took the “oath” to be an official member and never actually committed a murd er to “make his bones”, sure he was a great earner everyone knew that but he didn’t complete the two most important and upheld rules in La Cosa Nostra and he wasn’t even present for the meeting. Before anyone can say anything they heard screams coming from the dining room and before they knew it 20 men with guns stormed the meeting with Marco and Luigi following behind them not because Luigi wanted to be sure things were safe but due to his large size was slow even when he walked, breaking the silence was Luigi’s heavy breathing.

 

 “Well well well, what do we have here? All my capos in one place! Hello Giovanni!” No one moved, everyone looked at Giovanni to see what he might say or do.

“Hey Luigi, care to have a seat and something to eat? You look a little tired. Try the veal it’s the best in the City.” Of course Luigi would never refuse a meal especially veal because that was his favorite food, matter of fact there was no food Luigi didn’t like.

“Sure I could use something to eat, fellas get outta here.” He waved off the 20 gunmen but told Marco to stay. Giovanni did the same telling all the capos to leave but told his brother Joe to stay. And so in “Little Sicily’s” back office called the “Pentagon” the four men held a meeting, as two capos were the last to leave the office they asked each other, “Where’s Fabrizio?”

 

“Listen Giovanni I’m a reasonable man but I gotta rule that no one deals drugs!” Giovanni had a plate of pasta in front of him but he wasn’t eating it yet he believed eating food during a sit down was rude, on the other hand Luigi was scarfing down food like he was eating for all four men in the room.

“With all respect Luigi but everyone knows you’re taking drug money from everyone else and what do you expect when you demand so much money from everyone in the Family?” Luigi looked over to the waiter in the corner of the room keeping his head down and asked him to bring him another plate of veal, the waiter walked out into the kitchen with his head still down.

“Fine I can reduce the tribute to maybe 45% but that’s the best I can do.” Giovanni just looked at his brother and looked back at his serving of pasta still waiting to take a small bite out of it. “And by the way Giovanni you should fire that waiter of yours!” Giovanni looked up at Luigi looked at his watch. “It’s been forever since I made my order and he’s still not here!”

 

Giovanni didn’t say anything instead finally took a taste of his pasta and his brother who was just like Giovanni didn’t eat his pasta either; after Giovanni took a fork full of pasta, so did his brother.

 

“Joe is your gravy cold too?” Joe looked at his and shook his head in agreement.

“Well what do you expect!?” Luigi said with a smile. “It’s been sitting there for 30 minutes!” Giovanni looked at Luigi and shook his head.

 “Yeah you’re right, Joe lets go get this heated up.” As the two men excused themselves, Marco who didn’t say a word since him and Luigi showed up excused himself to use the restroom. Luigi was sitting by himself at the table getting hungrier by the minute heard the doors behind him open up and took a quick look and it was the waiter. “What took you so long!? I’m starving here!” As Luigi got up to take the plate of veal the water dropped the food and pulled out a pistol and shot Luigi in the chest. Luigi’s body fell backwards and knocked over the entire table.

 

“HOW DARE YOU SHOOT ME YOU STUPID WAITER!?” The waiter looked at Luigi with a cold stare.

“I’m not a waiter, my name is Fabrizio DeAngelo.” Luigi began to use his hand to cover the bullet to stop the bleeding. 

“YOU PUNK! MY PEOPLE ARE RIGHT OUTSIDE YOU WON’T GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!” Right after Luigi said this, Giovanni, Joe and Marco walked into the office. “MARCO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR KILL THESE GUYS!” Marco rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath.

 

“Listen Luigi the entire Family is done with you, your time is up.” Luigi looked all over the room hoping someone will come and save him… No one did.

“Listen! I have $1,000,000,000 over in Europe all of you can have it if you just let me live!”

 

Fabrizio was still holding the gun but it was at his side he took a glance at Giovanni; Giovanni gave Fabrizio a slow nod. As Fabrizio was aiming the gun at Luigi, Luigi took his hand off his chest and began to scream. “WAIT I’M SORR……” Before Luigi could finish his sentence Fabrizio shot him in between the eyes.  Giovanni told his brother to go get all the capos; they all walked in the saw Luigi on the floor and Fabrizio holding the smoking gun.  Giovanni looked around at all the capos. “Well everyone I guess we’re all in agreement that Fabrizio has made his “bones” and deserves to take the oath and become the Family’s new Consigliere. But first let’s get this place cleaned up, smells like pig in here.”

Last time we saw Fabrizio DeAngelo thanks to the stupidity of his “former” friend, Fabrizio took the small drug operation he and Carlo had started in Brooklyn and parts of New Jersey into the largest drug operation in New York and New Jersey. Fabrizio’s operation imports heroin from Europe and cocaine from South America earning him $30,000,000 a month in profits. But not everything in New York City has been peaceful, in the last few months a civil war erupted inside the cities primary crime family the Russo Crime Family headed by Luigi Russo. In the last few years Russo has been demanding 50% of every single one of his members every week. But the main reason for the civil war was that Russo a strict follower of the rule that people caught dealing drugs should be killed and one of the main capos involved with the dealing of drugs is Brooklyn Capo Giovanni Luciano. Normally the Family would not go against Russo because he is the Boss but since word is even th ough Russo forbids members in his Family to deal in drugs he takes a “tax” from all the drug dealers operating in New York City.

 

 “WHATS TAKING SO LONG THIS WAR SHOULD’VE BEEN OVER ALREADY!” was what Russo always told his faction of the Family.

“We’re trying our best, boss, but Luciano has most of the Family backing HIM.” In Russo’s office in his mansion on Staten Island were 20 bodyguards and Russo’s Underboss Marco Capone. “You don’t understand Luigi this tax of yours on the drug dealers and the 50% you take from everyone has pushed a lot of our members away.”

 

As always Russo was eating food and making a mess all over his clothes, he was a total pig who got to where he is be violence.

 

 “Listen Marco, Luciano has become a major problem and that kid he has working with him Fabrizio both have to go!” Marco was a quiet man that was always loyal to Russo but in the last few months his loyalty is beginning to fade.

“Well word is that Giovanni is having a big meeting at his restaurant in Brooklyn tomorrow. All the capos will be there to announce him as the Boss of the Family.” After hearing this news, Luigi threw his plate across the room and smashed against the wall. Luigi took a minute to look at the mess most likely thinking what a waste of food. He quickly looked over to Marco and slammed his hand onto his mahogany desk.

 

“LISTEN YOU GET EVERYONE YOU CAN TO GO TO GIOVANNI’S RESTAURANT! AND I WANT TO BE THERE WHEN YOU KILL HIM!!!”

 

Marco rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath and exhaled. “Whatever you want Boss.”

 

The next day in Giovanni’s restaurant called “Little Sicily” there was a small office behind the kitchen while during the civil war was dubbed as a joke the “Pentagon” because the office was shaped as a pentagon and that’s where all the plans were made, but Giovanni enjoyed the name so he kept it. In the “Pentagon” were Giovanni and his most loyal supporters and almost all the Family’s capos making a Family within a Family. As Boss of what was being called the “Luciano Family” Giovanni, Giovanni’s younger brother Joseph Luciano as Underboss, but all the capos didn’t see anyone being named as Consigliere. “Gentlemen I know you all trust me to make the decisions that are best for us so as Consigliere I’m naming Fabrizio DeAngelo to the position.” Silence fell over the room because Fabrizio never took the “oath” to be an official member and never actually committed a murd er to “make his bones”, sure he was a great earner everyone knew that but he didn’t complete the two most important and upheld rules in La Cosa Nostra and he wasn’t even present for the meeting. Before anyone can say anything they heard screams coming from the dining room and before they knew it 20 men with guns stormed the meeting with Marco and Luigi following behind them not because Luigi wanted to be sure things were safe but due to his large size was slow even when he walked, breaking the silence was Luigi’s heavy breathing.

 

 “Well well well, what do we have here? All my capos in one place! Hello Giovanni!” No one moved, everyone looked at Giovanni to see what he might say or do.

“Hey Luigi, care to have a seat and something to eat? You look a little tired. Try the veal it’s the best in the City.” Of course Luigi would never refuse a meal especially veal because that was his favorite food, matter of fact there was no food Luigi didn’t like.

“Sure I could use something to eat, fellas get outta here.” He waved off the 20 gunmen but told Marco to stay. Giovanni did the same telling all the capos to leave but told his brother Joe to stay. And so in “Little Sicily’s” back office called the “Pentagon” the four men held a meeting, as two capos were the last to leave the office they asked each other, “Where’s Fabrizio?”

 

“Listen Giovanni I’m a reasonable man but I gotta rule that no one deals drugs!” Giovanni had a plate of pasta in front of him but he wasn’t eating it yet he believed eating food during a sit down was rude, on the other hand Luigi was scarfing down food like he was eating for all four men in the room.

“With all respect Luigi but everyone knows you’re taking drug money from everyone else and what do you expect when you demand so much money from everyone in the Family?” Luigi looked over to the waiter in the corner of the room keeping his head down and asked him to bring him another plate of veal, the waiter walked out into the kitchen with his head still down.

“Fine I can reduce the tribute to maybe 45% but that’s the best I can do.” Giovanni just looked at his brother and looked back at his serving of pasta still waiting to take a small bite out of it. “And by the way Giovanni you should fire that waiter of yours!” Giovanni looked up at Luigi looked at his watch. “It’s been forever since I made my order and he’s still not here!”

 

Giovanni didn’t say anything instead finally took a taste of his pasta and his brother who was just like Giovanni didn’t eat his pasta either; after Giovanni took a fork full of pasta, so did his brother.

 

“Joe is your gravy cold too?” Joe looked at his and shook his head in agreement.

“Well what do you expect!?” Luigi said with a smile. “It’s been sitting there for 30 minutes!” Giovanni looked at Luigi and shook his head.

 “Yeah you’re right, Joe lets go get this heated up.” As the two men excused themselves, Marco who didn’t say a word since him and Luigi showed up excused himself to use the restroom. Luigi was sitting by himself at the table getting hungrier by the minute heard the doors behind him open up and took a quick look and it was the waiter. “What took you so long!? I’m starving here!” As Luigi got up to take the plate of veal the water dropped the food and pulled out a pistol and shot Luigi in the chest. Luigi’s body fell backwards and knocked over the entire table.

 

“HOW DARE YOU SHOOT ME YOU STUPID WAITER!?” The waiter looked at Luigi with a cold stare.

“I’m not a waiter, my name is Fabrizio DeAngelo.” Luigi began to use his hand to cover the bullet to stop the bleeding. 

“YOU PUNK! MY PEOPLE ARE RIGHT OUTSIDE YOU WON’T GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!” Right after Luigi said this, Giovanni, Joe and Marco walked into the office. “MARCO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR KILL THESE GUYS!” Marco rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath.

 

“Listen Luigi the entire Family is done with you, your time is up.” Luigi looked all over the room hoping someone will come and save him… No one did.

“Listen! I have $1,000,000,000 over in Europe all of you can have it if you just let me live!”

 

Fabrizio was still holding the gun but it was at his side he took a glance at Giovanni; Giovanni gave Fabrizio a slow nod. As Fabrizio was aiming the gun at Luigi, Luigi took his hand off his chest and began to scream. “WAIT I’M SORR……” Before Luigi could finish his sentence Fabrizio shot him in between the eyes.  Giovanni told his brother to go get all the capos; they all walked in the saw Luigi on the floor and Fabrizio holding the smoking gun.  Giovanni looked around at all the capos. “Well everyone I guess we’re all in agreement that Fabrizio has made his “bones” and deserves to take the oath and become the Family’s new Consigliere. But first let’s get this place cleaned up, smells like pig in here.”

Submitted by The Dubliner

 

American Mafia Mini Series Episode 1

September 6, 2013 by Reporter in

Fabrizio’s Rise: Mini Series – Ep. 1

One hot, summer, day in 1955, Fabrizio DeAngelo was sitting on his stoop in front of his Brooklyn Tenement but he wasn’t enjoying the sound of kids playing stickball and eating ice cream from the local Malt Shop. He was thinking of all his problems going on in his life, having no money to support his growing family since his wife had just given birth to his second child and he didn’t want his children to grow up being poor like he did, his bills were piling up, his landlord was harassing him because he wasn’t paying his rent (but he was mostly bothering him because he was Italian) and he was just recently fired from his job as a cab driver.  As he was rubbing his head he looked up and saw a brand new Cadillac driving down the road and he automatically knew it was Carlo DeMarco, he was not only the local Mafia wiseguy but he was also a friend of Fabrizio’s since their parents came over from Corleone, Sicily. As the Cadillac came to a stop in front of Fabrizio the door opened and he saw Carlo in what looked like a hand made suit, Italian shoes, a milk white fedora and a huge diamond ring, Fabrizio always thought Carlo was too flashy but he never told him that.

“Fabrizio! How are you my friend!?”

The two embraced each other and patted each other’s back. Fabrizio let out a sigh to quiet enough Carlo didn’t hear it

“I don’t know Carlo, I lost my job, the bills are piling up, the landlord is harassing me, and with the new baby I’m so lost I don’t know what to do.”

Carlo patted Fabrizio on the shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“Listen I’ve known you all my life and I hate to see you in so much trouble so I want to help you out. Here lets go for a ride.”

 

As the two men were in Carlo’s car down the highway down to the docks Carlo lit a cigar and was talking to Fabrizio.

“ Listen there’s this business I want to go into but can’t trust anyone not to turn me in so I want to offer it to you.” Fabrizio already knew what Carlo was talking about, though he was never a “made member” he always heard what was going on in the neighborhood. For the last few months word was Carlo had been dealing in heroin (which was how he could afford the Cadillac Fabrizio thought) but the mob bosses forbade the dealing of drugs because of the long jail sentences but Carlo never listened. But Fabrizio acted like he didn’t know that.

“What business would that be?” Carlo gave him a look but quickly looked back at the road.

“Well lately I’ve been doing well for myself selling in dope in Jersey but if I can get you to help me in Brooklyn we could both make a killing, what ya think?” Fabrizio took a long pause as he looked at the traffic going by.

“I don’t know Carlo… People tend to hate drugs being sold couldn’t we get into trouble?” Carlo made a quick grin but quickly got more serious.

“Non sense! I’m making so much money no one would dare to kill me! With one shipment that we’re going to get at the docks could make us $500,000 each! Now how can you refuse that? Listen there’s the bus stop ahead, do you want me to drop you off and you can try to find a job? Or do you wanna come with me and make more money then you could ever dream of?”

Fabrizio knew what could happen if the cops catch them that he could spend the rest of his life in jail but worse if the Mob Bosses caught his selling drugs in their neighborhoods they’d kill him. But he had a family to provide for and they were his main goal in life.

 Fabrizio lit a cigarette and took a deep breath and said, “I’m in.”

Five months later after going into business with Carlo, Fabrizio has become a multimillionaire. He moved out of his crappy apartment into an estate in Long Island, has his own black Cadillac DeVille, wads of cash always on hand and can afford to send his kids to the top private schools in the state. But what Fabrizio did not know was that just the day before Carlo was taken by the local Mafia Capo for being caught selling heroin to school children, Fabrizio always told Carlo never to deal drugs to kids just adults. But Carlo didn’t listen so as his punishment Carlo was taken to the Brooklyn docks and tortured him till he gave the name of his partner in Brooklyn. Fabrizio knew he’d never betray Carlo but Carlo said to the Capo that Fabrizio was the mastermind of the whole operation. So the Capo gave a look to two of his soldiers and said we’ll go meet Fabrizio and told them to clean Carlo up. The next day Fabrizio was home in his study reading the newspaper his favorite team the New York Yankees just won the World Series when he heard the door bell and heard is wife scream and dropping something made of glass. Fabrizio assumed it was his afternoon coffee so he grabbed the gun in his desk and ran out to see a large man helping his wife pick up the glass his wife had dropped. He recognized the large man: Giovanni Luciano–the most feared Capo in Brooklyn.

“Sorry for the scare all I wanted was to talk to you.” Showing that he wasn’t scared of Giovanni, even though he was, Fabrizio told him to join him in his study that he was just reading the paper.

As the two men sat opposite of each other at Fabrizio’s desk Fabrizio put his paper aside but Giovanni asked to see the paper. As Giovanni was reading the paper he asked if Fabrizio if he knew Carlo DeMarco.

“Well yes I know Carlo we go way back.” As Giovanni put down the paper and a certain section that Fabrizio couldn’t see but it had a large picture on the page.

 “Listen Fabrizio I know you and Carlo are dealing dope in Brooklyn and Jersey, now I can’t tell someone how to make a living but what I DON’T like is people dealing drugs to kids! So all I’m saying is that you have my ok to deal drugs in Brooklyn and parts of New Jersey but no dealing to kids alright? I tell you this cause I know you can be trusted to listen to orders. So I hope your operation does well and who knows maybe we can work together some day.” As Giovanni looked at his watch he started to get up from the chair and to the door but before he left he looked at Fabrizio and pointed to the paper that Giovanni left to the last page he looked at before putting it down. “Take a look at that poor guy! He’s a perfect example of why people should listen and show respect like you. Well I’ll let you read the paper I hope you have a good day.”

As Giovanni left, Fabrizio picked up the paper and saw that the picture was Carlo with his head bashed in and with the caption above the picture. “Local Hood killed on the Brooklyn waterfront, Police searching for murderers but have no leads.” Fabrizio put the paper down and sat back in his chair, he knew what Giovanni meant. He knew Giovanni knew him and Carlo worked together but Fabrizio never dealt drugs to kids, he also knew that Carlo must’ve told him he was his partner and where he lived. So Fabrizio realized that Carlo betrayed their friendship thinking he could save his life by giving Fabrizio’s life instead. So Giovanni was telling him he can take over Carlo’s side of the business as well as long as he never deals to kids seeing what can happen when you break the rules and go into business with people who will rat you out. As Fabrizio’s wife came in asking if everything was okay Fabrizio said he was fine and gave her a big hug and told her to start looking for a new house.

“Honey, we just bought this place and the movers are bringing the new furniture we don’t have the money to get another house.”

Fabrizio took a look at the paper at the corner of his eye and looked back at her and gave her a big smile. “Don’t worry honey! I got a feeling business is going to be real good starting today.”

Submitted by The Dubliner

American Mafia Story

August 29, 2013 by Reporter in

I grew up in a poor family. We had just come over to the United States from Sicily. Not a dime in our pocket; just another foreigner looking for Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. My family made it to New York in 1922. My father had taken a loan from a local Loan Shark and put us all in a massive debt. Every few days some guys would rough up my father in the alleyway for the money he owed the loan shark… One day, around the normal time, the men showed up again. They asked for my father and he stepped outside. They began beating him right there in front of me. I watched as multiple haymakers landed on my fathers face. One of the two men was swinging so wildly his gun fell out of his coat and onto the pavement at my feet… I reached down and shot the man right in his chest… As he fell to the ground, the other man looked up and ran around the corner and disappeared… My father lay there… Not moving. No breathing. Lifeless. He was gone.

 

The pressure of making money for the family fell onto my shoulders… An eighteen-year-old boy… I kept the gun that I used to kill the Shark with. For protection from any further attempts made on my family by the loan shark…

 

The next day, I went to the church. It was a Sunday morning. Confession time. I prayed for the strength to help my family and told the priest what I had done the day before… I told him about the anger I felt seeing my fathers lifeless corpse laid on the ground… The loneliness I felt when I saw a drop of blood spill from his mouth after taking several blows to the head… As I left the church and headed home, I noticed about ten men standing outside of our apartment block. All dressed in nice suits… As I approached the men, one of them yelled, “There he is. That’s the boy who killed Johnny!” All of the men pulled weapons and pointed them at me, all except for one. He stepped forward and asked for my name. He explained that he is a very powerful man in this city… He is called Don Leonardo… One of the Mafia bosses in New York. I had shot one of his men… He calmly explained that, since I was the one who killed one of his associates that I was going to take his place…

 

He said there would be great pay into it. And as soon as I paid the debt off that my father owed, the rest would be pure profit… I had no choice but to agree with nine gunmen staring at me down the sights of their guns. I was told to come to an abandoned warehouse on the harbor as soon as possible. I had no transportation to get there, and no money for a taxi… I had to walk. The men jumped into their cars and sped away… I began the long walk across town to get to the designated warehouse… Thirty minutes later, I was walking down the street. I could see the warehouse. It wasn’t but thirty feet away from me when a young boy bumped into me. I felt his hand reach into my pocket simultaneously. He snatched for my wallet and began running with it… Just as this happened, an older man about thirty-five years old also bumped into my shoulder. I fell down with by the force from him hitting me. I looked over where the boy was running and the man was in hot pursuit. He leaped and fell on top of the young boy. I heard him yelling and the boy gave up my wallet.

 

As the man walked back towards me, he brandished the wallet in front of my face. He explained that it wouldn’t happen again. The man said that the boy didn’t know I was working for Mr. Leonardo.

 

I walked into the warehouse and was met by a smiling Don Leonardo. He walked towards me and said he was glad I showed up. He didn’t want to hunt me down and put two in my eyes for not being here. Leonardo wanted me to prove my loyalty. I had to go mug a citizen on the streets… It didn’t matter who it was, he just wanted to wet my toes in this business.

I left the warehouse looking for a victim… I sat in a nearby alley and waited for someone to walk down unsuspecting… Twenty minutes passed and I was growing impatient. I was about to change locations when a man turned down the alleyway. I hid behind a wall and waited for him to pass me. As he took a step by me, I hit him on the back of his head. He fell to the floor and I began searching for his wallet. I found it and searched it, only to find $20 in it… I turned and started jogging off… I heard him call “Hey Boy…” Out of curiosity, I turned and looked over my shoulder. He had stood to his feet and pulled a pistol out on me. He began shooting at me and I heard bullets whiz passed my head. I turned back around and sprinted to get out of the alleyway. Bullets were hitting gutters as I ran passed them.

I made it out safely. I ran to the warehouse and told Leonardo that the man only had $20 and that I just survived an attempted murder. Leonardo said that there would be plenty more attempted murders on my head in the future. “Get used to it.” He said…

 

I was just a lowly thug for now, but if I put hard work in, donate to my new family, and remain respectful and loyal all the same, I will reach high lengths in this business. No matter how many prostitution rings I have to run, or banks I have to heist. No matter how many murders I have to perform, or muggings I need to make. No matter how many friends I have, or how many enemies I create. I am going make It in this business by Crimes, Murder, and by selling Drugs… Eventually I’ll have my own family once my boss thinks I am ready. It must be earned; I can’t just expect one given to me… I will work for it.