Author: Reporter

The Return of the Barzini Boss

 

It was a sunny day in New York as a private jet touched down in the airport. The airport was looking in curiosity at who would step out of such an expensive and interesting plane. There was at least fifteen bodyguards that stood around the plane. After a good five minutes of anticipation from the crowd that had formed a man stepped out in a nice suit. He made his way towards the crowd of people surrounded in bodyguards. When the man got in front of the crowd he ordered the two bodyguards in front of him to step to the side so he could a dress the people.

The man took a deep breath and began his speech:

“I have been on a vacation for the past few months running my empire behind the scenes and successfully protecting what I built in the time I was gone but I have returned to run my empire and to be the one who takes down what opposes me. I will not take any bull from anyone, so if you have anything to say you had better say it now because if I hear of anyone and I mean anyone talking about me and they don’t have the cohones to say it to my face then that person is going to have some big problems.

I’m here to stay and I’m here to be The Legend. I am not a someone who disappears for the rest of their life, but a legend who just gains even more fame.

Thank you for listening and now go spread the word LeftyTwoGunz is back!”

With that being said Lefty stepped into his car that had pulled up and sped off into the streets of New York.

Stay Safe America

The Return Of JaneDoe

Good morning fellow Americans, on this day we are writing to confirm that the recent rumours are true. JaneDoe is back. That’s right, the former Costello Don has arrived back on the streets of America.

A midst the rrumorsthe female mobster has been seen roaming the streets of America. Those who are familiar with Jane  know that her ‘death’ was no accident, and are glad as any too see her safe return to America.

We caught up with her husband LeftyTwoGunz, who has just returned from retirement, who said that “Jane always expected to come back with a bang, we just needed the perfect time to show the world she is still alive”.

With this return the Barzini Empire, which has seen some bumps these last few weeks, are able to see their ‘Queen’ return to her rightful spot.

Catching up with Jane, she was able to tell us: “With the support of my friends and family we all chose that this was the best time for me to return. I know my ‘death’ saw me go away for a long duration of time, but now I’m back, it’s going to be a tough chance I’m going away again. Hopefully now America sees more peace then it does in the past, and I can implement a few ideas I need as I’ve been watching over the streets these last few months”

We all wonder what these ideas are and what they consist of, but only hope that they will benefit the people of America.

This is America’s Top News. Until next time.

American Mafia Police Force

Reports have come in that the newly discovered mobster LiquidDeath has been found murdered. Witness reports suggest that the murder took place late in the afternoon last night.

After a thorough autopsy the coronary has explained that the mobster had sustained heavy damage to their head, likely from a blunt object or weapon. Alongside this two .50 caliber bullets were found lodged into his back, both causing sincere damage and punctures to the lungs.

With no ownership to the murder, American Mafia Police Force (AMPF) has issued a statement regarding their need to investigate this event of late. With the word of this murder being spread around America, the streets have seen less of armed residents, most having the need to guard their homes instead in order to survive the night.

Could this be a revenge hit? Or a random hit that could see the make or break decisions the High Council have not needed to choose in a long time.

More reports to come as soon as new information is received. Meanwhile, stay safe America.

 

Copycats Come In All Forms

Roughly a week after The Child killings, a new face arrived in town to cause problems. His name was Ignazio The Wolf Lupo. Whether or not he was a member is a matter of debate, one thing is for certain however, just like the League this guy has a hatred for the Barzini family as well. In a matter of a day, this copycat managed to take out ten of the lowest ranking and inactive mobsters in the American Mafia. Some of them were associated with families, such as the Barzini Family and Black Hand Legion, but for the most part there were no considerable losses in muscle for any of the families due to this wannabe’s attempt at fame.

After a day’s worth of killing unaffiliated street corner hustlers and low ranking associates, Ignazio Lupo was quickly dispatched by Talulah Noodles. There was not much of a fight given and the report from the scene does not contain anything too exciting. The only info that was discovered after Lupo was killed was that he had soiled himself before being killed by Mrs. Noodles. It appears nowadays, even for those that are well trained at doing it, killing sprees cannot and will not last. The Child was stopped in a matter of hours. Abraham was stopped before he could even get started. The longest spree was Ignazio, and it was only because no one even knew he was trying to cause any issues as they’d never heard of any of the people he’d killed.

2015 has already had some highs and some lows but with all the key elements still in place, it appears the American Mafia will continue on an upward trend. Will the High Council still be in charge come 2016? Have cracks started to form in the foundation of the High Council? Will the attacks on the families continue? What really is the reason behind so many people’s hatred of Barzini?

These are all questions this reporter cannot answer. For now you’ll have to stay tuned to find out. Until next time folks, keep your heads low and your necks on a swivel…stay safe out there.

 

Link To The Past – Part 3

 

Two days after the massacre of the High Council families, a couple of copycats came out of the woodwork in attempts to continue stirring up problems for the High Council. The first one was known by the name Abraham Lincoln, who has since been discovered to be the next of kin of the disgraced mobster Link. Apparently, Link had disrespected his entire former empire publicly and then got upset when he those that used to be in that empire with him refused to talk to him. Link was eventually killed for his disrespect and it appeared Abraham had come back to avenge Link.

It originally began when Abraham latched on as an associate of the Barzini Syndicate, which is lead by Gunnz a former family member of Link’s. It appears the plan from the start was to cause problems for Gunnz and his entire empire as a whole. Abraham would eventually sever ties with his Barzini contacts, unbeknownst to them, and would then try to set himself up with the Camonte organization through Camonte Empire Boss Scarface. Gunnz placed a hit on Abraham the moment it was reported he was missing. The first thought that usually goes through a mobster’s head when a fellow wiseguy stops showing up is that they likely turned informer or have done something they don’t want their superiors to find out about. A week had gone by since the hit was placed on Abraham and several attempts were made to contact him but none were successful. Then suddenly a rumor began circulating in the underworld that Abraham had been dropped from his family and was now being targeted for it. Since the man in question was an associate and had officially been linked to a family normal protocol is that no other family can nor should intervene. Abraham tested the boundaries of this rule by running to Camonte Empire Boss Scarface to try to get his help to keep him alive. Scarface, a respected member of the High Council, said he would find out what was going on but made no guarantees. He then contacted Gunnz, who unnecessarily explained the situation to Scarface who then claimed that Gunnz had no right to kill Abraham. At this point it was unknown that Abraham was a relative of Link’s. A major sit-down was held between the Bosses of the High Council Empires in which LeftyTwoGunz and Scarface seemingly were down each other’s throats. It appears Lefty’s argument was that Abraham knowingly broke a rule, was an associate in the Barzini Empire and therefore could be killed for his infraction by the Barzini Empire without any outside interference. The rest of the Council agreed, but Scarface seemed intent on making this situation into a bigger issue. Before long most of the Council Bosses were pushing for a quick resolution to the issue. Suddenly Angel spoke up, “LMAO You know Abraham is part of the Link family right guys?” To which Gunnz exploded. Gunnz and Link were supposed to have recently buried the hatchet however it seems Link had other plans in mind and was still looking to screw over his old ally. Scarface immediately apologized to the Barzini Empire and explained he was only looking to protect the values of the High Council. Soon enough there was a hit team dispatched to California to find Abraham.

News began to spread about the Abraham situation, and Abraham was trying to hide out in California hoping no one would find him. From his hideout he would spend the whole day peering out his second story window to the street waiting for the car containing his killers to pull up. When he woke up one morning he looked out his window and recognized a Barzini associate by the name of Big-T, who was in the area doing his collections. Abraham believing that Big T was a member of Gunnz’s syndicate as well as possibly there to kill him immediately ran downstairs, snuck up behind Big-T and shot him in the back of the head. Big-T was killed instantly and Abraham turned around and tried to quickly make it back to his hideout. He had not expected that Gunnz had accompanied Big-T on his rounds and was waiting for him with, gun in hand, at the entrance to his hideout. Before Abraham could say anything, Gunnz shot him in the face, spit on his lifeless body and then walked away. It seemed the Abraham Problem had been solved.

 

Passing The Torch
With the New Year having come, The Child being taken care of and a general lasting prosperity in the American Mafia, Ricardo Barzini decided it was his time to step down and pass on the responsibilities of Kingpin. There was a smooth transition of power, and Angel Corleone quickly became comfortable in the big chair as the American Mafia’s new Kingpin. Surprisingly this is the first time Angel has been Kingpin, but it appears those on the High Council think highly enough of him to afford him the title. Hopefully Angel’s term as Kingpin can be just as peaceful and prosperous as Ric’s and the American Mafia can continue its upward trend.

 

The Child Shows His Face Again – Part 2

 

It was Saturday, January 3rd, and it was an unusually warm day in North Dakota. Eyshan, a Branch Boss from the Corleone Empire, was in Bismarck, North Dakota finalizing a deal with a chain of local slaughterhouses in which the Corleone Empire was planning to siphon funds into their pockets while simultaneously stealing truckloads of meat and selling the products at 100% profit all over Corleone territory. After the deal was finished, Eyshan shook hands with the owner of the slaughterhouse chains and made her way towards her car in the parking lot. She picked up her cell phone to dial Angel Corleone, her Boss, to let him know the deal had gone through and that she was on the way back to California where the base of her operations were. As she began to tell Angel about the events of her meeting, she noticed a car driving quickly down the aisle to her right and followed it with her eyes as it sped around the median and was now headed directly at her in the aisle she was walking in. She suddenly stopped speaking when she saw a familiar face behind the wheel of the car. “The Child is back…” Eyshan said to Angel mere seconds before The Child fired two shots that pierced her skull killing her instantly. She crumpled to the floor as the bullets entered her head and The Child screeched off in his car to quickly get away from the scene. On the phone, Angel Corleone heard the entire confrontation go down and quickly alerted the rest of the Empires that The Child was back on the loose.

The Empires had put together search squads to go call their informants and, if needed, go state to state until they found The Child. Meanwhile in Vermont, The Child was already en route to his next two targets. A Barzini Branch Boss named Mr. Texas and a Barzini Family soldier, Jimmy Two Times. The two men were in Connecticut making their rounds picking up the money they received from various businesses for “protection.” They had just finished a meal at Vito’s Italian Restaurant in Hartford as the men began walking up the street to their next collection stop. As they were walking along the street they noticed an old rusted car slowly creep past them in the opposite direction they were going. Being hardened criminals both men were suspicious of the car but figured no one would have the nerve to attack them on their own turf. Next thing they knew they heard the sounds of bullets whizzing past their heads and hitting the walls of the businesses they were walking in front of. Jimmy tried to duck down behind a parked car but a bullet from The Child’s machine gun caught Jimmy in the throat, preventing him from yelling out to Tex for help, and Jimmy choked to death on his own blood on the side of the road. Mr. Texas was able to make it a few hundred yards without taking any damage until he stumbled as he looked back to see where the shots were coming from. This momentary movement gave The Child enough time to pump 14 shots into Mr. Texas who fell down with a loud thud. The Child then sped away believing he killed both men. Mr. Texas however was rushed to the nearby Trauma Center where he had been declared clinically dead for a period of 30seconds before he was brought back to life by the surgical team at the Trauma Center. Tex had taken 4 shots to his upper back, 3 shots to his right leg and right buttocks, 6 shots into his left leg and left arm and one shot that hit him in the head but miraculously wasn’t able to make it through Tex’s skull.

A few hours later, around 11pm local time in Anchorage, Alaska, a mid level meeting was taking place between the Camonte and Barzini Families about a drug distribution route that went through Canada into Alaska on its way to New York. In attendance at the meeting representing Camonte was Nelson “Nelson88” Camonte. The Barzini delegation included reputed Barzini Pennsylvania Chapter Boss Belgian, Xeidafome and G3M3NI “Gemini” SSMG. The four mobsters were gathered at a table outside of an Italian coffee shop that Nelson used as his Alaska headquarters. The plan the four men were hatching would open Alaska up as a major route for the importation of Heroin into the United States. They were sitting around laughing and joking, as they planned the logistics of the new operation, when a car came screeching around the corner with The Child at the wheel. The Child pulled out a mac-10 sub-machine gun sprayed bullets in the direction of the table the four men were sitting at. By the time the four men heard the gunshots, it was already too late. Nelson took the first few bullets, 2 entering the back of his head and at least four more into his torso, Nelson’s head slumped forward and fell onto the table as the blood poured from the holes in his body. Xeidafome, who was sitting directly across from Nelson, was struck by several of the bullets that tore all the way through Nelson’s body. A single bullet went through Xeidafome’s eye and out of the back of his head and he died sitting straight up in his chair, blood spilling from his eye socket. Belgian and Gemini both tried to drop to the floor when they heard the gunfire start, but both were hit multiple times in the back. The bullets had pierced both of the men’s chest, piercing their lungs in the process, and the two mobsters effectively suffocated while laying face down on the pavement in front of the coffee shop. After entering the clip into the four mobsters, The Child quickly sped away into the night on to his next victim.

It was very late at night, or early in the morning depending how you see it, and the wind was whipping up a serious wind-chill on the streets of Chicago. Despite the weather, business is business and in the Mafia there is no such thing as an off day. In a secluded apartment on the South Side of Chicago a meeting was taking place between mobsters from various families. The Scaletta, only known by his nickname is believed to belong to the Corleone Crime Family, Anarchy101 who is believed to have been a Branch Family Boss in the Camonte Empire and Salvatore Mancini a reputed Mad Angels Capo were having a meeting to divide up control of the different parts of Chicago. With the recent retirement of reputed Fratesi Boss Vindog, Illinois had become open territory, at least for the time being. The three mobsters took the opportunity to fatten their pockets by increasing their area of influence in the strategically important city of Chicago. When the men came to an agreement about the division of territory, they did a quick toast and all three men then prepared to leave the apartment to head back to their respective hotels. Scaletta was the first to walk out the door, followed by Anarchy and Salvatore Mancini turned around to lock the door to the apartment as the two men got out ahead of him a little bit. Scaletta and Anarchy decided not to wait for Salvatore and took the elevator down together and made their way out the front entrance of the building. As they walked side by side, Scaletta heard something that made his heart skip beat. He could swear he heard what he thought was a bullet ricochet off the pavement next to him. “You hear that?” Scaletta asked Anarchy. “Hear what?” Anarchy replied. As soon as Anarchy got the words out of his mouth, the front of his head exploded spraying blood all over the face and chest of Scaletta. Scaletta immediately got down to the ground and began looking up knowing he had a sniper firing in his direction that was using a silencer. Sure enough, lying across the street on the ground with a silenced rifle was The Child. By this time Salvatore had made his way down to the streets as well and quickly got on the ground next to Scaletta. “What the hell is going on?” Salvatore asked Scaletta. “Check them windows up there, sniper just took out Anarchy.” Scaletta replied pointing at Anarchy’s lifeless body. Both men continued to scan the windows high up on the building, not realizing The Child was lying down on the street directly across from them just out of sight behind a car. As both men continued to scan high, The Child fired two shots hitting both men in the head and killing them instantly. Neither man heard or saw where the bullet had come from and The Child had just added three more bodies to his count. He quickly scurried away into the darkness.

A few hours later, in North Dakota, Immortal Technique, a reputed Mad Angels capo, and El Colombiano, a reputed Camonte soldier, were at the local Denny’s grabbing some late night food after a night of drinking and partying in Downtown Bismarck. They were extraordinarily rowdy and were disturbing the rest of the people in the restaurant with their outbursts of laughter and cussing. Occasionally, an argument would break out between the two that many in the restaurant thought would come to fisticuffs but each time something happened that would end up making both men laugh forgetting about their arguing. The two Mafioso were seated at a table by the window overlooking Main Street in Downtown Bismarck. To both of the men’s surprise, there were many people out walking the streets as all of the bars began to close. Some were headed to an afterhours club, others were headed to their cars and others were headed for food or the comforts of home. Both men were taking in the sight of a group of girls walking by and didn’t notice the figure that was walking towards them from a distance. It appeared The Child was poised to strike again. Just as the group of girls made it past their window, the two men turned to talk to each other about how hot each of the girls were, when suddenly they heard a tap on the window. They looked over to see The Child smiling and waving at them, gun in hand. Before they could react, The Child fired one shot into the face of each man killing them both instantly. The force from the bullet caused Colombiano to fall backwards out of the booth and onto the floor. Immortal was found lying on his side in the booth, after it appeared his head banged the table as his lifeless body fell towards the ground. In the commotion of all the people scattering in different directions, The Child was able to sneak away unnoticed. By now the High Council was in full alert mode and had everyone they had looking for The Child. Ricardo Barzini, Angel Corleone, Benny Noodles, GrimReaper, Real-Corleone, just about every major player in the American Mafia was searching for The Child looking to be the one to kill him.

Meanwhile in St. Louis, AntBo420, a reported Black Hand family member, Salvatore Massino, the alleged Boss of the Massino Crime Family and Drew “ReyRey” Rey reputed Boss of the Noodles Family, were discussing the contract on a key construction project that was to take place in Downtown St. Louis. Through their penetration of the unions, the three mobsters could prevent jobs from starting by having workers strike, losing the companies involved millions of dollars. The companies and the three Mafioso were just tweaking the terms of the agreement to make sure that the Mafia got its share and then they were all going to grab a very late dinner at the local Gentlemen’s Club. After finally coming to an agreement on the terms of the deal the three mobsters left and had agreed to meet the construction and union bosses at the nearby Gentlemen’s Club known as Wiggle’s. The three mobsters hopped into Drew’s Bentley and were on their way to the club. Drew was driving, Salvatore was in the front passenger seat and AntBo sat in the back, allowing the two higher ups the front seats. As they were driving, the topic of armored cars came up. Each man was explaining exactly what they would put on their cars if they had the money to afford to do so. Drew then said, “You know actually, I’m getting this thing armored up tomorrow and it ain’t only gonna be defensive protection.” Both Salvatore and AntBo laughed at Drew’s statement and they continued to small talk together about the different features Drew was going to get. As they pulled up to the red light, there was a car already stopped at the light that almost looked like it had been waiting for the men to pull up. The three men in the car, too distracted by their conversation ironically about car armor, didn’t notice The Child step out of the car next to them with an AK-47 in hand. The Child lifted the assault rifle and opened fire on the car carrying the three men. The bullets from the AK went through one side of the car, through the men and then came outside the other side of the car and then lodged themselves in a cement wall roughly 15 meters away from the car. By the time The Child jumped back in his car and drove away, over 60 shots had been sprayed into the car. The car was hit so many times that the roof actually caved in onto the men causing postmortem lacerations to the tops of the men’s heads. These lacerations, however, would most certainly not be the first wound you would notice on each of the men. Each man was hit so many times their bodies looked like Swiss cheese. It was rumored that each man had an extra 5pounds in their bodies from the weight of the bullets inside of them.

Meanwhile, in Massachusetts, Alhana, Brooklyn X (Ricardo Barzini’s wife) Lazarus (a Barzini Branch Boss) and Nicodemo Scarfo were still hanging late at Lazarus’s social club. They had all gotten in deep in a poker game and were trying to at least break even before heading home for the night. They were playing Texas Hold ‘Em and the Flop that was dealt this particular time was an 8 of clubs, an 8 of spades and an Ace of clubs. They checked around the table and the turn card was the Ace of Spades. So now the four cards facing up on the table were the two black 8’s and the black Aces, the dead man’s hand. “Wild Bill must be here,” Lazarus joked at the site of the cards on the table. As the rest of the people at the table began to laugh the door suddenly flew open. Startled by the nose of the door breaking open, all four mobsters grabbed towards their waste bands where they were holding their guns. The Child came running into the room with the Mac-10 and AK-47 he’d used on all his previous murders and sprayed the room with bullets from both weapons. The four mobsters at the table had no chance; they were unrecognizable once the smoke settled. By this point the Child was gone, but he left in his wake one of the most gruesome scenes even by underworld standards. It was now roughly 4am and The Child had decimated the ranks of the American Mafia, but he had a few more left before it would finally catch up to him.

By this time news of the murders had reach ever mobster in America. There were search teams looking in every state and the orders they’d received was to kill on sight. When word came back that the Kingpin’s wife had been murdered, it put an extra pep in everyone’s step and had them working even harder to find the child. It wouldn’t be long before Angel Corleone’s contacts would call him letting him know that The Child was spotted at the airport in Nevada. Angel immediately boarded his private jet was on his way to Nevada. Back in Las Vegas, Johnny Vegas, a Mad Angels capo, was hosting a small after hours party at his penthouse in the Venetian Hotel. In attendance were Diebaj, an associate with the Camonte Family and Johnny Ortiz, a soldier in the Barzini family. Johnny had just hung the phone up with room service, having just ordered another few bottles of champagne, and headed back towards his guests in the other room of his suite. There were six or seven girls with them in various states of undress and drugs were strewn out all over the room. The party atmosphere was quickly interrupted when they heard a banging coming from the door to the room. “Hotel security,” the voice said from the other side of the door. “Ah f*ck, hey just put a blanket over everything or something, lemme take care of this,” Johnny said to the others as he made his way to the door. As Johnny began to open the door he heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked and tried with all his might to push the door back closed but to no avail. The Child kicked the door as hard as he could causing it to hit Johnny in the face and knocked him out cold. The girls in the room all let out a loud shriek and the two men stepped in front of them instinctively to shield them. Their guns were out of reach and the men knew what their fate was going to be. They watched helplessly as The Child pumped 2 shots from him shotgun into Johnny’s chest and face, causing his head to practically disintegrate. Then he lifted the shotgun at Diebaj, “Ladies I’d suggest you move away from these guys…for safety sake,” The Child said to the women as he pumped the shotgun. The women scurried to the other side of the room and The Child killed Diebaj with a straight shot to the chest then turned, pumped the shotgun again and literally blew Johnny’s head clean off. The site of the three mangled men had the girls in tears. There was eye liner running down all of their faces and the occasional “I don’t want to die,” could be heard. The Child then lifted his shotgun and fired the rest of his ammunition into the women. As he looked over the carnage he had caused he smiled to himself and started making his way to the door.

As he reached the door he stopped to look back at the room one more time and as he did he felt the cold steel of a .45 press up against the back of his head. “Well looks like it ends here pu**y,” a familiar voice said to The Child. “Angel…how’d you find me so quick?” He replied to what he now knew was Angel Corleone. “Well if you wanna find a rat just follow it’s sh*t,” Angel said as he lowered the gun to the base of The Child’s neck. Angel then said, “You know what, I’m gonna give you one last chance to give this sh*t up and lay down your arms.” The Child replied, “Just kill me already.” With that being said Angel fired one shot into the base of The Child’s neck causing him to crumple to the floor. Angel looked down to see him gasping for air as more and more blood filled his mouth, causing a gurgling sound. Angel smiled when he saw that The Child was dying a slow painful death. Angel then picked up his cell phone and called Ricardo Barzini. “Hey it’s done let everyone know they can stop looking.” Angel made his way to the roof and left in a helicopter that was waiting for him. As the helicopter disappeared into the darkness, Paramedics arrived at Johnny Vegas’s blood covered hotel room. A brief look around the room was all they needed before they began to turn around as they realized there was no chance anyone in the room survived. They pressed the button for the elevator and as the doors to the elevator opened they heard what sounded like a muffled cough coming from the hotel room. They quickly rushed back where they saw The Child lying on his back, grasping at his neck lying in a large pool of his own blood. They quickly loaded him on to the gurney and got him down to the waiting ambulance where they hooked him up to an IV and a bag of donor blood and made their way to the hospital. After a long exhaustive surgery the doctors were able to stop the bleeding, but it is unknown at this point if The Child did indeed die or has since been relocated to a facility outside of the country.

 

Stay tuned and find out.

 

The Temper Tantrum Murders – Part 1

 

Back Story

The reasoning for the origins of their feuds are hotly debated from both sides, but it is a well known fact that the High Council and the group lead by the childish former leader of the Sinaloa Cartel are sworn enemies. This particular feud is most evident in the continuous attacks lobbed at the High Council Empires, in particular the Barzini and Corleone Crime Empires. Rumors are the conflict with the Child Leader and Barzini began just after self-proclaimed Kingpin Frankie-Calabrese was murdered several months ago.

It is common knowledge that the Child Leader was a mentor to Frankie Calabrese, which can explain much about why his short reign was marred with conflict and uprising, so it appears the Child was looking to avenge his “greatest” pupil’s death. As events began to unfold, it came to light that the actual reasoning for the Child’s assault on the Barzini Empire was his belief that Barzini Empire Boss LeftyTwoGunz had been the one to personally order the murder of Calabrese. The Child apparently felt betrayed by this decision, not because his pupil was murdered, but because Lefty did not approach him first to let him know what was to happen. Apparently the Child, who consistently claims he has no desires to be a part of the mainstream and prefers to stay in the “shadows” while staying as far away from leadership as possible, was cranky because he was not given the opportunity to “authorize” or “help” to kill Calabrese. The feud between the Child and Barzini continues to rage to this day, as can be seen by recent events.

The Child’s feud with the Corleone Empire, particularly GrimReaper and Real-Corleone is believed to have begun over a year ago due to a business deal gone bad. The most likely scenario is the Child double-crossed the Corleones and they both have been at each other’s throats ever since. The storied feud between Corleone and the Child has been a long and bloody one, with both sides suffering major losses, including the near mortal wounding of bosses on both sides. Corleone and Barzini seem to be the main targets of the Child and his group of cowards, but the other Empires in the High Council have been experiencing issues lately as well.

The High Council is made up of the top Empires in the American Mafia and can be best described as a strong alliance between those Empires that was created to promote growth, help maintain order and protect those who cannot protect themselves. The motto of the High Council is “A Hit On One is a Hit On All”, clearly signifying that an attack on any ONE Council Empire will result in retaliation from ALL of them. This mentality has lead to the more recent senseless attacks being stopped much quicker than in the past.

 

American Mafia Summit

It was during the early part of December in Cleveland and a snowstorm had just come through the area the night before blanketing everything in a thin layer of snow. There were Christmas lights on all the houses and all the storefronts downtown had also been decorated for the holiday season. Even the famous strip club The Executives Den, known to be the headquarters of Don Vindog Fratesi, had been elaborately decorated for the holiday season. Inside The Executives Den it looked like business as usual, but on this particular day it was clear that things were certainly not being taken care of like normal. The entire club had been closed down, yet a contingent of dancers had been summoned and were all gathered in the dressing room. The girls were all in various forms of undress as they were getting themselves ready for what they hoped would be a lucrative night.

 

In the dining area of the strip club, all of the tables had been pushed together to make one long table and it was clear that some sort of ceremony or meeting was soon to take place in the club. The bar was fully stocked and staffed, the kitchen was pumping out some of the best food in the United States and all of the doors had been locked to insure complete privacy. As the army of waiters finished setting the table, a man entered through the front door wearing an Armani overcoat over his Valentino suit and a Borsalino Fedora atop his perfectly combed hair. “Good afternoon Mr. Fratesi,” the Maître d’ said as Vindog handed him his overcoat and hat. “How ya doin,” Vindog replied. Vindog made his way around the club double checking that everything had been set up perfectly and then went to the office to wait for his guests to arrive. In the office he found his Right Hand Man Jay Soprano waiting for him. “Hey boss,” Jay said, “looks like everyone is going to be arriving soon.”
 
Vindog had called a meeting of all the American Mafia Empires and said he had something serious he needed to discuss. It had been speculated for many weeks that Vindog would be retiring, and it appeared that this meeting of the top bosses would be the occasion for him to do it. One after another the representatives of all the major Mafia empires began to arrive. The first limo pulled into the covered driveway of the strip club and stopped at the front door. The club’s valet immediately rushed towards the limo and opened the door and stepped to the side as he continued to hold the door open. Out stepped Benny Noodles the reputed Capo di tutti capi of the Mad Angels and Noodles Empires. Also with Benny were Noodles Empire Boss ReyRey and Mad Angels Empire Boss The Dubliner. The three men made their way into the club, where they found Vindog waiting for them, and made their way to the bar to get a drink.
 
The next car that pulled up contained the Barzini delegation, which included Barzini Empire Boss LeftyTwoGunz, Barzini Empire Street Boss and the reputed Kingpin of the American Mafia Ricardo “Ric” Barzini, Barzini Empire Underboss Gunnz and Barzini Empire Consigliere MrTexas. The four men made their way into the club where they found the other men gathered in a small circle. They all greeted each other and ordered another round of drinks. The next limo that pulled up was the Camonte Organization. The Camonte Empire Boss, Antonio “Scarface” Camonte, got out of the limo, tailed by his Right Hand Man Carlos Marcello, and they made their way into the club where he found the others already two drinks ahead of them. The last limo finally made it’s way up to the front door of the club. The valet opened the car door and out stepped Angel Corleone and Grim Reaper, the reputed leaders of the Corleone Empire. Both men made their way into the club where they found the rest of the men at the bar and took the time to individually greet each man. 
 
After a little bit of small talk and a few more drinks, Vindog suggested the men make their way into the dining area where they could have a seat at the table a discuss a little bit of business. The group of men made their way into the dining room and sat down at the table next to the men they all arrived with. Each empire was clearly represented, by seating arrangement, around the entire table. There had only been one chair placed at the head of the table, a chair that under normal circumstances would be where Vindog would sit, but out of respect for tradition Ricardo Barzini, Kingpin of AM, sat at the head of the table. He was flanked by his Underworld Advisers, on the right LeftyTwogunz and on the left Benny Noodles. After the men were seated and the waiters topped all of their glasses off with wine, Vindog began to tap his glass lightly with the back side of his butter knife to get the attention of the rest of the men.
 
“First of all I want to thank all of you for taking the time to come here for this meeting,” Vindog said as he stood up, “I know we are all very busy men and the Feds would love to catch us all in this room together, so I appreciate the show of respect that all of you are here.” The men all briefly lifted their glasses in the direction of Vindog, almost as a way of collectively saying You’re Welcome. Vindog then continued, “I know many of you have been expecting this day for some time, and most of you already know why we’re here,” Vin paused to sip his wine, “but I wanted to officially announce my retirement from The Life.” Vin raised his glass in a toast to all the other men and wished them all well in their future endeavors. He then took a sip from his glass and and sat down. 
 
Ric then stood up at the head of the table and recited one of the most popular Italian toasts, which was directed at Vindog, “Cento di questi giorni.” Ric continued, “For those of you that don’t know, that toast means ‘wish you one hundred years like today.” All of the men raised their glasses and almost simultaneously said “Salud.” The waiters then returned to the room to bring the men their first course of food and refilled any glasses that had gotten low in their absence. Vindog directed one of the waiters to bring several more wine bottles to the table so the men wouldn’t have to be disturbed by the waiters if anything was being discussed. As the waiters left the room, Ric, now seated again, asked the men “Since we’re all here together is there any business any of you would like to discuss?” The retirement celebration had now turned into a High Council meeting. With the difficulty of bringing together so many of the country’s most powerful mobsters, the men took advantage of the fact they were all together and took the opportunity to discuss business.
 
“Well I’d like to mention something,” LeftyTwoGunz said. “I know what I’m about to say has already been in place for some time now, but it hasn’t been enforced the last few months and I think it may be a good idea to bring back.” The men all looked at Lefty quizzically, wondering what he was about to bring up. “Look, we all know this thing of ours thrives on organization and structure, so I think it’s a good idea to return to the days when each new associate has to be on record with an established wiseguy.” The men all nodded in agreement. “Besides the fact that this should be obvious, each family should know which specific made guy is vouching for each new recruit.” Benny interrupted, “I thought we already had this in place?” Lefty replied, “Yes we do, but we haven’t been enforcing it lately and as a way to help stop these fu**ing kids from trying to make names for themselves just by whacking people we should have a made guy that would be held accountable as well.” The men all nodded in agreement and seemingly approved of this idea. “Looks like everyone is agreement on this, right?” Ric said aloud to all the men. All the men seated at the table nodded in approval in Ric’s direction, and the new rule was passed. From this point on, the High Council wants all wiseguys recruited to place the name of their “sponsor” in their “profiles.”
“I had something else I wanted to bring up,” Benny spoke up. The room now focused on Benny he began explaining his idea. “I will be starting a new racket that will act sort of like an auction.” The men looked slightly confused at the idea so Benny continued to explain more. “Ok, so you know these Points they got going on around on the streets?” Benny asked rhetorically. “Them things are sellin’ like hotcakes and I’m sitting on a mountain of them, so I’m gonna start selling these things off bit by bit, “Benny looked around the room for reaction. “Well, lemme ask you, why not just sell em to the guys here in the room?” Angel asked. “I’d like to do that, and I’d probably make more money, but I figured I’d kick these out to the streets and give some of these guys comin’ up a shot at a little bit of power.” The men briefly talked among themselves and seemed to like Benny’s idea. “Hey, I’m even willing to bring a couple guys in to help me run the thing, after all, I am retired.” Benny said as the room erupted in laughter about Benny’s newest claim to retirement. “Well I’d like to help,” MrTexas spoke up. “Yea I’ll help out too, I got some for sale as well,” said ReyRey. “Alright sounds good guys, and hey Ric I’ll obviously kick something up to you and Lefty since I got two of your guys involved may as well get you in on this too.” Lefty smiled and nodded approvingly. “Ok, so this issue is settled?” Ric asked looking around the room. The men all raised their glasses in a show of approval and then they moved on to the next subject.
 
“Ok the next thing we need to talk about are all these random killings that keep happening,” Ric said to the rest of the men. “Yea it’s getting kind of old seeing these small time b*tches comin’ around and killing our guys and Barzini,” Grim replied to Ric’s statement. “Exactly,” said Ric, “we need something in place to make sure these kinds of things won’t happen and if they do can be quashed immediately.” The men began to strategize about different ways they could prevent the mass killings that have occurred so many times in the past. “The biggest problem is the League of B*tches providing these guys with the resources to pull this sh*t off,” Scarface said. “Absolutely agree, it’s bout time the League of B*tches knows we stand together against them,” Lefty replied to Scarface. “So from what I’m understanding here, if the League attacks one fam they’re attacking them all am I right?” Gunnz asked. “Yes,” Ric answered. He continued, “If an empire is attacked by those B*tches it will be expected that each empire will step in to help defend that empire as well as kill the remaining few members of the League.” The men all loudly agreed to this, some getting slightly angry about the thought of their men being killed needlessly. “Listen, I’m just saying this, Barzini is a sworn enemy of the League and if an empire chooses to stay out of a fight with the B*tches then Barzini will take it as that empire is an ally of them B*tches.” Lefty said ruthlessly to the other men around the table. “I second that,” Grim said immediately after Lefty finished speaking. The rest of the men nodded their heads in understanding and agreement.
 
“Is there any other business anyone would like to discuss?” Ric asked the men. “No,” Gunnz answered. He continued, “Hey Vin where them girls at?” Vin laughing at Gunnz joke looked over in Jay Soprano’s direction, as he knew he had one last thing to discuss. “Hang on guys, I think Jay has one last quick thing to bring up.” The men, starting to get impatient, all directed their attention to Jay. “Well as you all know Vin will be retiring and as Right Hand Man of the Fratesi Empire I’m choosing to let that name end with Vin and would like to join a new empire.” Jay said. “Well won’t this leave a bunch of territory unclaimed now?” Dubliner asked. “Yea but you know what, it may not be a bad idea,” Ric said. He continued, “We can all watch over that territory and this way we can promote someone who’s been doing good and let them have their own empire.” The men liked Ric’s idea and all raised their glass to show their approval. “Jay, if you need an empire, Camonte is always looking for good guys,” Scarface said to Jay. “I’ll definitely talk to you after the meeting Scar, thanks,” Jay replied. “Ok guys so it appears business is settled, let’s get those girls out here Vin.” Ric said.
 
Vin then called the waiters and staff into the room to clear off the clutter that had formed on the table during the meeting. As the waiters came in with the trays and trays of food and drinks, Vin grabbed aside his Head Waiter and told him to go get the girls from the dressing room. “Right away sir!” the waiter replied. Within five minutes, the room was bursting with activity. Most of the mobsters had at least two girls on his arm while the others will still discussing business or shooting the breeze. The atmosphere seemed jovial and these men seemed happy. The men standing in this room are responsible for bringing the last two year’s of warring to an end and for the first time in a long time will be ringing in the New Year in peace. As the night wore on, the men drank, ate and indulged more and more. Finally the night was coming to an end and the men were being lead back to their cars with a group of girls headed to each car. As they were making their way out of the club Benny looked over at Lefty and Ric and the ladies that were surrounding them and simply said, “Man I love this f*ckin job!” Lefty and Ric began laughing loudly at Benny’s drunken response and them and the rest of the guys got into their respective limos and headed back to their hotels. It had been a long day, a lot of progress had been made, and it seems that at least for now, the High Council continues to have a strong grip on the American Mafia.
 
Until next time folks, keep your heads low and your necks on a swivel…stay safe out there.



 

The Newest AML

 

While at his mansion in Southern Florida Dubliner received a phone call at 11:30pm which he found strange because everyone knows at a certain time he just relaxes, smokes a cigar and have a drink and doesn’t like to be bothered. So Dubliner answered the phone to hear the voice of one of his associates known to be a large drug dealer in Tampa, “Hey Dub did ya hear the good news?” Dubliner always hated talking on the phone so all he said was that maybe the news could wait till tomorrow to talk in person. The associate sounded disappointed but agreed to meet Dub tomorrow at 9am at Dub’s social club.

So 9am came as Dub was having a light breakfast the associate who called last night came in with a suitcase full of cash and gave it too Dub. “What’s this for?” Dub asked with a confused face, “Well last night I wanted to tell you but you wanted too wait so gave me time to get you a gift and I know you love cash!” As Dub laughed at the joke and gave his associate a cup of espresso he asked what the good news was and why was it so important too get a $500,000 gift.

“Well Dub,” the associate said “word just came down from New York that you were just made the next AML so since we’re all happy for you my crew chipped in and we figured to give you this as a gift.” Dub was shocked by the news but as always kept a poker face and didn’t show how excited he was. After the associate finished his espresso he gave Dub a hug and congratulated him again he left the club, Dub looked around too see if there was anyone in the club. When he found no one he jumped from his chair screaming in joy about his newest achievement.

 

Fallen soldiers

Over the past few days, multiple mobsters have been targeted by seemingly new players, it has been reported that the first two of these problems were that of MrFreeze and his partner Jackson_. The pair targeted multiple rising and promising mobsters, coldly killing them, and thinning the number of available gangsters the reigning factions had left.

An inside source gave vital information in the operation of dealing with these pests, a meeting was held in the Barzini Family Bar, at which the head of families were sat around an oval table. Half an hour of suggested solutions rose to the table, none of which seemed possible.

At 10pm a final suggestion was placed for all families. Any available mobsters were hired to eliminate these threats. This would prove beneficial to American Mafia and the hired mobsters. Multiple states were searched for the pair until a tip off on the whereabouts of MrFreeze were. He had been spotted driving through California, an exchange of calls and a hitman was placed on the next flight to California. 11:45pm wheels touched down in California and the hitman was set, with a briefcase of weaponry and a note consisting of the last known location of MrFreeze. 12pm and the hitman had arrived at the Blu Monkey Bar and Lounge, sure enough MrFreeze was seen at the bar heavily drinking. Realising the barrel of a .44 magnum was placed at the back of his skull Freeze accepted the fact that this was his last few moments on earth, finishing his last drink then placing his weapon on the table. The gun cracked as it fired, leaving a gaping hole both in the back and front of MrFreeze’s head. Amongst the screaming and terror the hitman escaped with the crowd, returned to his car and set off. With this, one problem was down, another to go.

Jackson_ although reported to have not killed anyone, having been an associate of Freeze was seen as a threat. High ranked mobsters were paying their respects to fallen soldiers, at the time they were just putting ArithKill to rest in his home state of Georgia. The families had agreed that lower ranked mobsters would deal with the latest problem, an unlikely volunteer was put forward – MrTexas. Most were stunned at the suggestion but agreed that Tex would have to earn his bones at one point or another. He was given authorisation to track and kill Jackson and received a closed envelope, sealed with the wax seal of the Council. At the funeral of Arith, Tex paid his respect and returned to his Cadillac along with 3 of his trusted bodyguards. On the way to the airport Tex opened the envelope to see 1 word written on the card. Kentucky. The next flight was booked, an hour later the plane touched down and the men transferred to another Cadillac. It took ten minutes for the men to reach the nearby docks, the local area for illegal meets and trades, within a second they spotted the silver BMW, Jackson’s choice of vehicle, parked outside a warehouse. With a click of the doors the men got out of the car and walked towards the warehouse. Magazines of ammo were handed amongst each other, and the three bodyguards were told to wait outside. Inside the warehouse, Tex quickly moved to the nearest cover and spotted Jackson with three other men playing poker on a makeshift table, as he stepped forward the dim light lit up his presence in the room as the four men turned. With a smile Tex unloaded his Tommy Gun into the four men, splitting their flesh apart with bullets. With smoke bellowing out of the barrel, Tex lit a cigar and chuckled, upon leaving left a flame in the corner of the warehouse, causing the whole building to splinter and creak under the heat. With a spin of the wheels, MrTexas returned to the Council with good news.

After reports that morgues were beginning to become filled with bodies, all bearing the trademark kill style that LeftyTwoGunz would leave, it became clear to the American Mafia that there was one among us that was aiming to overthrow everything we’ve built. Families exchanged talks and business continued as normal, until a name popped up on the board as GriseldaBlanco. Immediately the heads of families began arguing over whose recruit that belonged to. Once they had figured it was a lone attacker they sat down to talk progress over who would be the person or group of selected contractors that would go after this copycat killer. After his last kill, MrTexas was at a all time high in confidence and brought himself forward once again to track and kill Griselda. The families asked him to step outside while they discuss the proposition, after ten minutes Tex was called back into the office. He was granted permission to kill Griselda, but was advised to take with him  five bodyguards for extra protection. Each family offered one skilled bodyguard to Tex before he set of to California from Barzini’s private airstrip, within the hour he arrived at California and began searching the state for Griselda. Three hours passed and the number of voicemails doubled every minute, by 3am Tex received a message from an old friend. He had heard rumours that mysterious person had recently moved to the area – someone who fitted the persona of Griselda. Texas jumped in the Cadillac and drove to the neighborhood, he met his informer at the corner of the road, found out the exact house and order his bodyguards to spread and hide round the house so that all exits were covered. As he gave the order all six men unloaded their magazines into the building, spraying bullets into every inch of the house, once the guns clicked empty the men then threw tactical smoke grenades through the busted windows. Clasping their chest, wheezing and gagging the killer left the house, stumbling down the stairs before looking up towards MrTexas. Before his eyes stood a female, badly injured and struggling to breathe, he had wondered if he got the wrong house so quickly called the office number, the council agreed that the rumours were true, that a female carried out the hits and relayed the order to Texas. With a sharp turn on his heels, Texas pulled out a custom made 1911, aimed it at Griselda’s forehead and shot two bullets into her skull, as her body slumped to the ground the six men returned to their cars and sped off.

The final problem came in the form named Remorseful, on the  3rd of December American Mafia witnessed the shootings caused by Remorseful. Again the heads of families and respected mobsters held a meeting to discuss when and how they would dispose of this newly found problem. They predicted that sooner or later Remorseful would slip up and give away the location he was hiding in, multiple mobsters set up in states began the country wide search. It has been reported that Remorseful gave away his location to Humble-Nomad who at the time had rounded up a small group of bodyguards and set off towards Indiana. By the time Humble arrived at Indiana Remorseful was reported to have been setting up to move to another state, most likely to target more mobsters. As the car slowed in front of the apartment, Humble rolled his window down to inspect the building, noticed there was only one way out. The front door. After setting his men up, they anxiously waited for Remorseful to step out of his apartment. A small click of the lock, the men double checked their weapons and aimed at the front door, as Remorseful locked the door, Humble had whistled to get his attention as a spray of bullets headed for his torso. Remorseful was left in a pool of his own blood, as Humble and his men climbed back into their cars and sped off.

Rest In Peace to the fallen soldiers.
Its safe to say that American Mafia can hold their ground.

The Black Hand & The A.M.A.N

The Black Hand

Hello America!!! We are here on this cold december evening to inform you that Recently Retired Legend Mr_Benny_Noodles and a few good friends of his has founded a “Secret Society” known only as The Black Hand. Who are these gentlemen? Nobody knows exactly who the members are of this Highly feared & organized group. All that we can tell you is that this society pulls the strings around here. they are rumored to be supervising the High Council, and American Mafia. This is fine with us things seem to be on the up and up with this organization running the show. They have a firm grasp on things and we look for them to be running things further in the future. May god bless The Black Hand For saving The High Council in its time of darkness, and god bless American Mafia.

The A.M.A.N:

Good evening everyone. The American Mafia Auction Network has just been established!!!. Founded & sponsored by our very own Mr. Benny Noodles & The Black Hand. The auction network has been designed for the community to auction their points for game cash. Anyone looking to buy points can do so by checking out, and taking part in the auction action!!!. If your interested in putting points up for auction please contact the Official A.M.A.N CEO (Mr. Benny) or any of the A.M.A.N supervisors (Ric_, MrTexas, and LeftyTwoGunz). Thank you everyone for you time.

Charles Lucky Luciano Dead!:

In other news Charles_Lucky_Luciano was killed in Maryland by American Mafia Legend Angel Corleone. Charles was in Maryland attempting to murder The-Dubliner, “Kingpin” of The Mad Angels. When Angel arrived in time to kill The unlucky Charles Luciano. Angel drove by as charles stood outside of Dubs apartment. When Charles looked up and flicked his cigarette it was too late. Angel emptied his SKS in Lucianos direction, hitting the poor shmuck 27 times. Charles Lucky Luciano was pronounced dead at the scene.

Return of a boss

Recent news has came in that the notorious Charles_Lucky_Luciano has came out from his retirement from his vacation house in the Bahamas. He has been in retirement for almost two months after he was almost shot to death in Florida by Barzini acting boss Ric_ and Mr_Benny_Noodles but got out in time to save his life. He has had issues with the High council after he went rogue against them taking the life of three mobsters and wounding two others.

He has returned and requested a meeting with the High Council. They met at Mr_Benny_Noodles mansion in Maryland were they talked out the future of America. A decision was made that Charles_Lucky_Luciano would be let back with no further issues and he would have to pay The High Council 15 billion dollars. It seems that Luciano only wants peace and the growth of the Mafia world. Will there be any issues in the future? Will these issues stay small and be worked out the proper way? or does the future only hold more death and backstabbing?

That is the question now and only time will tell.

Stay Safe Americans!