To the “legitimate” world the Thanksgiving Day Massacre with the death of Salvatore Carbone, the head of The Detroit mob, and his top lieutenants was a horrible event! But to the American Mafia it was the start of a new beginning, and it was a great boost for the Luciano Family.
With their biggest rival gone on the Commission they are the most powerful family in America. Joseph Luciano was the new head of the Family since his older brother Giovanni could now officially retire since his biggest rival had been killed and Fabrizio had kept his position as Consigliere. As a celebration for winning the war, Giovanni and Joseph were hosting a party in Florida, and they invited all the bosses of all the families across the country; this meeting had other purposes…
The Rangano Family from Chicago was dealing with its crew from Los Angeles. For the longest time anything west of Chicago was Rangano Territory but their Los Angeles crew headed by Anthony Molinari was trying to become its own individual Family so Molinari and Rangano were there to discuss the situation in Los Angeles. Next was the debate of the future of the Carbone Family in Detroit. After the death of Sal Carbone, a war within the Family has broken out for control. In the “Underworld”, Detroit has always been looked down by the other Families believing that they were savages killing each other for nothing. And lastly was Giovanni officially leaving “the life” and was appointing his brother as the new Don of the Family.
“Gentlemen! I’m glad all of you could make it! I know you’ve all come from as far from all parts of the country and as far as Los Angeles….” Anthony Molinari felt good to be acknowledged by Giovanni, even though Anthony worked for Don Rangano, he always admired Giovanni. “Now there are a few reasons why we’re all here, Don Rangano?”
Don Rangano needed help getting up from his chair, not because he was old; he was 62, but because of his weight. He wasn’t just the largest boss in Illinois but was also the biggest eater in Illinois. Don Rangano bowed his head to Giovanni and cleared his throat, “Fellas I’m here to not only pay my respect to Don Luciano…..”
“Yeah and for the good food!” Don Anthony Narducci from Tampa learned the art of joking around when he was in law school. All the other bosses laughed except Rangano. He was sensitive about his weight and normally kills people who make fun of his weight but he knew Narducci was good friends with Fabrizio and even though Fabrizio was Joe’s Consigliere he had the respect of a Don.
“I’m here because of the situation I’m having in Los Angeles.” Rangano looked at Tony Molinari and if looks could kill he would’ve killed Molinari right there.
Tony stood up and bowed his head to Giovanni as well. “Gentlemen, for years I’ve been building up my crew in Los Angeles to having 30 members, gambling rackets, prostitution, and all other rackets that earn one million dollars a week. So I came here for Commission approval to start my own Family.”
Rangano slammed his giant hand onto the table, “Hey, you can start your own Family but you’re not taking all that stuff with you! That all belongs to my Family!”
Fabrizio leaned over to Giovanni and whispered something in his ear, Giovanni tapped his hand on the table to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone calm down. Here’s what we’ll do: Molinari can open up his own Family but has to pay a small tribute to Don Rangano. Does that please the both of you?” Rangano and Molinari both looked at each other and agreed to those terms. “What’s next?”
Giovanni looked at the other bosses to see what else needed to be solved. The topic of the situation was on the minds of some of the bosses was the bloodshed in Detroit but everyone knew Giovanni wanted to know nothing about Detroit. To him, Detroit was a waste of time.
“Well in that case if no one has anything to say I’ll just like to finally retire and put my brother Joseph in charge of my Family with Fabrizio as his Consigliere. Now excuse me gentlemen but I’m a old and a very tired man so I’ll let you enjoy the party.”
Giovanni got up slowly but still needed his brother’s help to stand up. As Joseph and Giovanni were leaving the party to the airport (Giovanni had bought a private jet to use for a vacation he had been planning to go to Sicily with his brother, and his son in law to get closer to him), all the bosses stood up and clapped for Don Giovanni Luciano.
Later in the night as the party was slowing down Don Rizzoni from New Jersey was watching TV and he yelled out “Turn the music off come look at this!”
All the bosses walked over to the TV to see a news bulletin:
‘PLANE CRASHES OFF THE COAST OF FLORIDA! BELIEVED TO BE OWNED BY NEW YORK MOB BOSS!’
Fabrizio was coming out from the dinning room with a glass of wine and said, “What’s going on?”
Rizzoni said in a depressed voice while watching the news “Don Giovanni’s plane crashed just off the Florida coast, they’re ruling it as a technical malfunction.”
Fabrizio knew Giovanni took pride in everything and would never buy a plane unless everything was working 100% so a ‘malfunction’ couldn’t be the cause.
“So there were four casualties?” Fabrizio said figuring it was Giovanni, Joe, the pilot and his son in law.
“No only three…” Rizzoni said. He’d been watching the news the whole time. He wasn’t much of a joy to go out with; he was the old school Don of rule quietly and never flash. He knew all the details or whatever the news had said. “No they said only three deaths, Giovanni, the pilot and his brother.”
All the bosses looked at Fabrizio to see what he would say, all he did was take a slow sip of wine, put his glass down and walk out of the room and slowly close the doors behind him.
Crafted by The Dubliner.