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