DETROIT MOB BOSS AND LIEUTENANTS

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…”