The Moretti’s

Part one

In 1919 Vittore Moretti came to New York City from the small town of Moretti located in the Province of Reggio Calabria in Southern Italy for a fresh start. He was hoping to become a banker, lawyer, or some sort of business man. Well he did end up as a business man but not the type of business he had in mind. Vittore began his life in New York City by working down at the docks of Port Hudson.

 

Off loading cargo for very low pay, but it had its advantages such as being able to take some of the fruit that may have fallen off of trucks. But Vittore knew he couldn’t do this forever. He was young and desperate and needed to start making real money. Then Vittore had discovered the concept of gambling. Whether it be setting up games of dice around the docks or managing back room poker games. All in all it was just about the money.

 

Then prohibition struck New York City making the sale and consumption of alcohol illegal. Vittore saw this as a great business venture, he wrote back home to his families winery. Having them send him cases and cases of wine to New York City in creates mixed with oranges and other fruits. With this steady flow of booze being brought in Vittore became a ‘big shot’ over night. Setting up distilleries and ‘speak-easies’ throughout New Jersey. Creating his own empire of bootlegging liquor.

 

In 1931 Vittore’s son was born, Vito Moretti. During the summer of ’33 Vittore was shot and killed by prohibition agents during a raid. Vito was left fatherless and a mourning mother so he was forced to work on the docks just as his father had done before him. However during his time working on the docks of Port Hudson he had met a young man named Franco Bocino also the son of an Italian immigrate to New York City. The two became great friends. In the spring of ’52 on Vito’s birthday he was approached by a very well dressed man who said he worked with his father. Vito never really knew his father and his mother never told him much about what he did or how he had died.
The man who claimed to have known Vito’s father told him everything. From how Vittore began his life in New York City to creating his small time crew in the streets of New Jersey, Vito would have never thought that his father controlled the longshoreman’s union in Port Hudson. Now that he was of age it was Vito’s turn to take the reins of his father’s organization. Vito became an outstanding Don, everyone loved him. He was truthful, fair and honest. He also gave back to those in his neighborhood. Along with creating new job opportunities within the unions of New Jersey’s industrial sector, Vito Moretti was truly loved by all, hated by few and feared by many. When his son Aldo was born in 1956 the people of New Jersey flocked to Vito and presenting gifts for the new born.

 

During 1985 Vito stepped down as Don leaving his son Aldo in-charge. Even though Vito was still fairly young and able to run the family he wished to take leave to enjoy what little youth he has left. Two years later Aldo’s son was born, Vito’s grandson, Pazzo Moretti. Aldo busy running the family Vito had much free time, free time he spent with his grandson. On one cold dark winter afternoon of 1996 the unthinkable happened. Aldo Moretti was murdered, killed in a car-bombing outside his home in Berchem. Vito went into a tyrant rage, forced out of retirement he vowed to find those who had taken his son away from him. He called his top button-men to find those who planned and executed his son’s death along with everyone who was responsible. Six months later on the day of his one and only grandson’s birthday he took his vengeance on those he vowed to destroy. The blood of those responsible for Aldo’s death was spilled on Pazzo’s birthday. Now fatherless Vito decided to take Pazzo under his wing and teach him the way of the “life” so the Moretti Family will live on for generations to come. In early 2008 Vito Moretti died of a stroke leaving young Pazzo to become Don.

 

After the death of Vito Moretti, Pazzo was left to take over the Moretti Family. Pazzo didn’t know what to do with his grandfather’s organization. Still young and in his prime but unfit to be a leader of a large criminal organization he soon began to lose all the soldiers from the golden ages. He had to rebuild, make a name for himself and let the Moretti name be known.