The entire Luciano Family leaders were at a restaurant in Brooklyn eating good food, drinking good wine and listening to good music, but there was business that needed to be discussed: Fabrizio “JR” DeAngelo recently killed a Rizzoni capo on the orders from his father during the Luciano/Rizzoni war and was now becoming a made member that can officially hold the spot of Underboss to his father. It was a great night for the Family; JR was smiling so much an old Luciano capo told him if he kept smiling his face would freeze that way.
Contradicting the feelings of the Luciano family, in New Jersey, in a funeral home owned by Don Rizzoni things weren’t as happy.
“Those punks killed Bobby!” Rizzoni was throwing anything he could get his hands on, him and Big Bobby were not only friends but Bobby helped build the Rizzoni Family when it started as a street gang.
Rizzoni was starting to calm down and he looked at his Underboss/Consigliere Mario Rizzoni the cousin of Don Rizzoni. Since John Rizzoni only trusted a few people he had his cousin do both jobs of being his Underboss and Consigliere.
“Mario, get 5 of our best men, go to New York, and kill Fabrizio. Now, you and I are the only people that will know about this, so I’m trusting you too get the job done.”
That night in his home Fabrizio got a call that he took in his office, “When are they coming? Alright thanks.”
Fabrizio called JR into his office and said get 10 shooters to the St. Angelo Hotel at room 45 and kill the hit men sent by Rizzoni. The 5 hitters sent by John Rizzoni were eating dinner in their room and watching TV and The Godfather came on so all talking stopped, it was during the Baptism scene when there was a knock at the door.
“Philip get your ass outta the bed and see who’s at the door!”
As the hitter was getting out of bed the door was kicked in and 5 of the Luciano hitters cane in with machine guns and within seconds killed all the Rizzoni men in the room. As the 5 Luciano hit men were leaving the other 5 were outside the hotel in two cars waiting to pick them up from the hit.
“Pop, how did you know about the Rizzoni hit men?”
Fabrizio was sitting in the chair in his office smoking a cigar and he had a devilish grin before he answered JR.
“Well son let’s just say someone close to Don Rizzoni is getting tired of him and things in Jersey are about to change in our favor.”