September 2013 - American Mafia

American Mafia Mini Series Episode 5

September 26, 2013 by Reporter in Newspaper Articles

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.”

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American Mafia Mini Series Episode 4

September 19, 2013 by Reporter in Newspaper Articles

American Mafia Miniseries – Part 4

Fabrizio walked back into the ballroom where the dance floor was filled with jubilant party goers. He smiled as he watched Giovanni’s daughter and the groom partake in their first dance together. It reminded him of his wife and him on the day they were married; very similar to this wedding, the crowd was full of friends and family. Smiles filled the faces of everyone watching. Fabrizio continued to help his don over towards the dance floor as Joseph followed close behind greeting several different friends and family members that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

As Giovanni approached the dance floor, his daughter met him at the edge. She reached out her hand and her father took it. As they began slowly dancing around the floor, other couples began forming and joining the Don and his beloved daughter on the dance floor. Fabrizio watched with a wide smile on his face as his boss laughed and kissed his daughter on the forehead… He turned over his shoulder and met eyes with Salvatore, the Don from Detroit… Salvatore was talking to the groom. He shook the grooms hand, then kissed him on the cheeks as he turned and walked away. Salvatore then noticed Fabrizio looking at him; he smiled, winked, and continued to walk to his car… Fabrizio then turned to the groom who looked scared out of his mind… His cheeks were red and sweat was pouring from his head…

“Whatever Salvatore told him, it scared the mess out of him…” Giovanni thought.

Fabrizio turned back around towards the dance floor and saw Giovanni walking towards him.

“How are you doing, Son?”

Fabrizio cracked a smile, “I’m fine. Where’d you learn to dance like that?”

“Ah, yes… My wife and I would practice dancing in the living room of our home before she passed away… She would love to see this moment for her daughter…” A tear fell from Giovanni’s eye as he stared back at his daughter.

For once since Fabrizio met Giovanni, he saw the wall of security around Giovanni’s personal life tremble… He saw the fragility of not only the physicality of his don, but the emotional fragility as well… On top of that, he was now the Capo Di Tutti Capi and a lot more responsibility would ensue…

A week after the wedding ended, Fabrizio was meeting with Giovanni and Joseph to talk about current situations in New York. “I want to know who is behind all this!” Giovanni yelled at Joseph as Fabrizio walked through the door. The smell of cigarette smoke greeted his nostrils with a mixture of alcohol and ash… “Ah! Finally someone who has some common sense!”

“What’s going on?” Fabrizio curiously inquired.

“What’s going on? I’m losing control of this city. The eyes of the family bosses are watching me and I can’t control a few business owners. They have the balls to say that someone bigger,newer, and better is in town now! Well where are they?” Giovanni rapidly and repeatedly banged his fist down on the table that stood waist high to him.

“Which business?”

“It’s called, ‘Barkers Baked Bites’ over on 4^th and Main…” Giovanni looked at Fabrizio like a father would look at a son… “Go check it out, Fabrzio… Make me proud.”

Fabrizio rushed over to the bakery; he busted through the double doors and looked for the owner. He took a baseball bat in case anything got out of hand… He locked eyes with a large Italian man who stood nervously behind the counter.

“C…Can I help y…you sir?” His hands were trembling and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

“Yeah, first you can give me your money you owe Mr. Giovanni, then you can point me in the direction of your boss. He owes me two knee caps…”

“Mr. Salvatore is protecting this store now sir… Maybe Mr. Giovanni would like a cake…? Or a strudel…?”

Fabrizio sat and stared blankly at the storeowner… “Mr. Salvatore, you said…? He’s protecting this place?”

“Y…yes sir…” Fabrizio began looking around the store…

There were a bountiful amount of dough and pastries on display. He got his baseball bat ready and began swinging like Babe Ruth around the store. With each swing the crash of glass and plop of dough on tile floors followed soon after. Fabrizio made his way to the counter and busted the display case and the cash register. He began taking the money out of the register and made his was to the door…

“Some job Mr. Salvatore is doing at protecting you, huh?”

He rushed back to Giovanni and Joseph. Fabrizio busted through the doors as was met Giovanni screaming on the phone… He sat and waited for his boss to get off the phone but was trying to get him to move along in the conversation.

Eventually his boss hung up the phone, but before Fabrizio could speak he said, “That’s the sixth business today that has refused to pay our cut of the money… We are losing revenue hand-over-fist…”

“Don, It’s Salvatore… He’s muscling his way into New York…”

As Giovanni heard this news he got up, lifted his office chair, and threw it across the room which amazed Fabrizio and Joe because at the wedding Giovanni needed help to get around. As soon as Giovanni calmed down he looked at his brother and Fabrizio, “What else can you two tell me?”

Joe got a glass of scotch from the liquor cabinet and offered everyone else in the room a drink but both Giovanni and Fabrizio didn’t want one. “Well I heard he’s been shaking down local shops, but his major step into New York City is a huge hotel that is a front for a casino and a brothel.”

Giovanni moved over to sit on his couch in his office since he threw the chair and broke it into a million pieces, he reached into his pocket and got his cigar and lit it and tried to calm down. “Alright, I want to send Sal a message. Fabrizio I want you to get your crew and blow up that hotel.”

Fabrizio was taken back how large he wanted to make the message so loud and what was even more shocking how calm Giovanni send it.

“Boss, are you sure? That might start a war.”

Giovanni sat up and looked directly at Fabrizio “Listen I have to defend not only MY city but I also have to DEFEND MY TITLE! AND I REFUSE TO BACK DOWN TO SOME PUNK FROM DETROIT!”

Fabrizio walked over to sit on the couch with Giovanni, “Listen Giovanni I understand you have to show that you’re in charge. But you can’t blow up a hotel! Do you know the kind of heat that will bring down?!”

Giovanni put down his cigar into the crystal ashtray he had at the end of the couch and took a deep breath and asked Joe to bring him a glass of water. “Alright Fabrizio, I understand what you’re saying. Alright I’ll send my nephew Giorgio to meet Sal.” Fabrizio looked puzzled by Giovanni’s decision to send not only a “civilian” but also his own nephew.

“Why him? He’s not part of this ‘thing of ours’.” Giovanni began to explain that he thought if he sent either Joe or Fabrizio if Salvatore was planning to make a foothold in NY he might try to kidnap and or kill either one of them, so if he sent a civilian to give the message to back off NY it’d be safer.

“Alright its your decision.” Joe and Fabrizio had said that at the same time which made Giovanni smile,

“I guess you guys think alike.” All three laughed.

The next day Giovanni, two bodyguards, and his nephew: Giorgio.

“Listen Giorgio, when you go in there show respect, and only say what I told you to say nothing else. Understood?”

Giorgio was only nineteen at the time and was completely nervous because the only stressful event Giorgio had was to make sure his paper he had for his English teacher was sent in on time. Giorgio wanted to be in his uncles business so this was his chance to make his way into his uncles business. “Alright uncle I understand, you can count on me.”

Giovanni put his hand on the boys back and patted him lightly. “I know you’re nervous, but I need you to be calm. And when you finish this there might be more work for you.”

Giorgio wanted to smile from ear to ear but kept his cool and a straight face. One of the bodyguards opened the door for Giorgio to get out of the car and led him into the building where an ambassador for Salvatore and the Detroit Family was waiting. That night at 9 pm Giovanni was pacing back and forth waiting for Giorgio to get back. Giovanni got his overcoat and was about to leave his office with Fabrizio and Joe plus all their bodyguards following them, but before he left he heard a woman screaming. It was his maid she had opened the door and saw a package on the front step. Normally all packages went to the rear of the house to be checked by guards but this time it came to the front door, plus it was soggy so the maid was curious so she opened it. All the guards in the house ran to the front of the house. With all the guards it was thirty-five in total, normally it was only five but after the recent events Giovanni turned his estate into a fortress. After all the guards got there Giovanni, Joe and Fabrizio finally got the okay to go out of the office the package was the right hand of Giorgio missing all the fingers except the middle finger. Everyone looked at Giovanni’s face that showed no emotion but his eyes looked like he would’ve killed everyone in that room if he were younger.

“Listen the both of you,” Giovanni was looking at Joe and Fabrizio with his cold black eyes that Joe thought looked like the eyes of a great white shark. “ I want you two to blow up that hotel and kill any person from Salvatore Carbone Family! YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?”

As Giovanni stormed back into his office and slammed the door, which shocked everyone, Joe looked at Fabrizio and sighed. “Do you know what that means?”

Fabrizio took a second but to him it felt like a lifetime, he was thinking about what Joe said. Was Joe clueless to what Giovanni said? Joe loved Giorgio more then Giovanni because Joe was never married and had children so he sort of adopted Giorgio so he took the death of Giorgio really hard so he might have heard what Giovanni said but might not have understood it. Was Joe checking to see if Fabrizio was paying attention? Or was Joe making sure they both knew what Giovanni said? Fabrizio finally stopped thinking about all these scenarios and let out a sigh which sounded like a horn from a ship because it was so silent in the house. “The Boss, your brother, my mentor, wants a war.”

Submitted by The Dubliner

American Mafia Mini Series Episode 3

September 7, 2013 by Reporter in Newspaper Articles

With the death of former Mafia Boss Luigi Russo the Russo Crime Family has become the Luciano Crime Family headed up by Giovanni Luciano and his brother Joe Luciano and his young Consigliere and protege Fabrizio DeAngelo. Under Luciano’s rule the Family has become more successful than ever before, under Russo’s rule the Family had interests in gambling, prostitution, extortion and truck hijacking. But with Luciano’s authority the Family has infiltrated Unions, Construction, Waste Disposal, Stock and Identity fraud and many more business making the Family one of the wealthiest not only in New York but the entire country.

Recently Luciano has shown his prominence with the marriage of his daughter Francesca, it had a guest list full of politicians, judges, and police chiefs and of course the Bosses of the Families across the country. One guest was heard asking if the President would be there later to pay his respects to Giovanni. But the other Bosses weren’t there to just have a good time they were there for business. With the recent end to the bloodshed in New York and the death of a Boss the Commission had to ratify Giovanni as the Boss of the Family but most were allies of Giovanni so most likely Giovanni invited all the Bosses to elect his Capo Di Tutti Capi of the American Mafia. During the party all the Bosses went to a private room that was reserved for Francesca’s party but no one knew anything about it. The list of Bosses that were attendance were the Rangano Family from Chicago, the Carbone Family from Detroit, the Romano Family from Philadelphia, and the Cicero Family fr om New Orleans. There were also smaller Families there as well that had some authority on the Commission but only held power in their territory much like the Marconi Family from Boston, the Rizzoni Family from New Jersey, and the Narducci Family from Tampa. If the FBI knew that the heads of all the crime families were in one place it could’ve been just as big as the Appalachian Meeting but Giovanni was smart enough to bribe the right people.

“Welcome my friends!” Giovanni said with a great big smile on his face. “I am so glad you can all make it here! And I’m sure my daughter feels the same.”

Salvatore Carbone head of the Carbone interrupted Giovanni’s speech surprising everyone but didn’t surprise Giovanni because Salvatore was just like Russo, bull headed, loud, and insulting. “Listen Giovanni I got a long flight back to Chicago tonight and I’d like to get back to my hotel before the end of this year.”

Fabrizio was sitting by Giovanni’s side and being trained by Giovanni at the art of reading people; he already sized up the people at the table. He already knew that most of the Bosses would support Giovanni becoming Boss of Bosses, except Salvatore. He planned that with the death of Luigi Russo being that he was the strongest ally to Russo and also he was the oldest Boss on the Commission.

“Sal show a little respect huh? It is Giovanni’s daughter’s wedding.” In Fabrizio’s mind he really liked Anthony Narducci he was a nice old Don with a full head of gray hair and respected the old ways but was up to date with the new ways of making money (Fabrizio had been supplying Narducci with heroin so of course they got along) but Narducci held dominance in Tampa with an iron fist and was unofficially the Boss of Florida.

“Alright,” Giovanni said to prevent a large argument. “What I called this meeting for is to ask for permission to take over officially as the Boss of the Russo Family so I suggest a vote so everyone gets their fair share.”

As Fabrizio predicted, all the Bosses from across the country voted in favor of Giovanni taking over the Family, and of course Salvatore voted “no”.

“I suggest we vote Don Luciano as the head of our Commission to lead us all to peace and prosperity.” Vincent Rizzoni was the youngest Boss on the Commission at the age of 35 and had actually studied to be a lawyer but inherited the Family after his father’s death.

“I agree with Vincent.” Narducci said.

Salvatore jumped up from his seat, his face was as red as the table clothes on all the tables in the ball room. “LISTEN YOU TWO! YOUR FAMILIES ARE BASICALLY GLORIFIED CREWS SO I HAVE NO CLUE WHY YOU’RE EVEN HERE! AND ANOTHER THING I WON’T STAND QUIETLY AND LET SOME PUNK THINK HE CAN KILL A FRIEND OF MINE AND TAKEOVER THE COMMISSION!”

Salvatore looked at his bodyguard and they both left. After Salvatore left a vote was made and the majority voted Giovanni as Boss of Bosses. After everyone congratulated Giovanni and politely left the party Giovanni asked his brother Joe and Fabrizio to stay.

“What’s your opinion on Carbone, Joe?” Joe took a long sip of his wine and looked at Giovanni.

“Well I think he showed no respect to not just you, but the whole Commission as well.” Giovanni took a cigar out of his inside jacket pocket and lit it and looked at Fabrizio.

“What do you think?” Fabrizio didn’t say anything the whole meeting, for the most reason was because he was just meeting the entire Commission and also didn’t want to hear Salvatore complain that at his age Fabrizio wasn’t old enough to be given such a high rank.

“Well Giovanni you know me, what Sal did was very rude to you and all the Bosses that were just here. But he was also very smart.” Joe took another long sip of his wine and looked at Fabrizio.

“What do you mean? That moron is far from smart! The only reason that Salvatore was given his own Family was because he killed his former Boss and since he was a friend with Russo no Boss was going to argue. He wanted to make a scenario and see if he can force a reaction from us to effect the decision of the other Bosses!”

Joe said something under his breath but no one asked what he said.

“Giovanni what do you think about Sal? Obviously he hates that you killed his friend.”

Fabrizio interrupted which was very rare for him.

“He doesn’t care if we deal drugs he’s just mad that we supply other Families but not his.”

Joe picked up the open bottle of wine he had brought in from the bar outside in the ballroom and refilled his glass and took another long sip.

“Even so, his main problem with us is that he figured after Russo’s death he’d be boss of the Commission. What do you think, Giovanni; is he going to be a problem?”

Giovanni took a long sigh and leaned back in his chair, even though he had been unofficial boss of the family and had become a multi millionaire he had aged rapidly. He was only 55 but looked as if he was 80 with white hair and dark horn rimmed glasses. Before the civil war he had thought about retiring to Florida with his wife and daughter but felt that he needed to help lead the Family. “I don’t know, like you said Joe he’s basically a glorified thug. So I don’t think he can be a big problem as long as we keep him away from our family. But what I DO know is that I wanna see my daughter enjoy her wedding.” All the men laughed at this, Giovanni waved Fabrizio over to help him get up.

“Ya know Fabrizio, I wish you weren’t already married. This guy that my daughter married–I can’t stand him! He’s always drinking and causing problems but she still loves him.” As Fabrizio was helping Giovanni to the door Giovanni looked at Fabrizio with a grin on his face. “But there’s actually one thing I really hate about him.”

“What’s that Giovanni” Francesco asked.

“He’s from Detroit too, I don’t know what it is with people from Detroit but every single one acts the same way. It’s like they like annoying me.”

Fabrizio grinned a little bit and let out a small laugh and helped Giovanni back into the main ball room.

Submitted by The Dubliner

American Mafia Mini Series Episode 2

September 7, 2013 by Reporter in Newspaper Articles

Fabrizio took the small drug operation he and Carlo had started in Brooklyn and parts of New Jersey and turned it into the largest drug operation in both states. Fabrizio’s operation imports heroin from Europe and cocaine from South America earning him $30,000,000 a month in profits. But not everything in New York City has been peaceful, in the last few months a civil war erupted inside the cities primary crime family the Russo Crime Family headed by Luigi Russo. In the last few years Russo has been demanding 50% of every single one of his members every week. But the main reason for the civil war was that Russo a strict follower of the rule that people caught dealing drugs should be killed and one of the main capos involved with the dealing of drugs is Brooklyn Capo Giovanni Luciano. Normally the Family would not go against Russo because he is the Boss but since word is even though Russo forbids members in his Family to deal in drugs he takes a “tax” from a ll the drug dealers operating in New York City.

“WHATS TAKING SO LONG THIS WAR SHOULD’VE BEEN OVER ALREADY!” was what Russo always told his faction of the Family.

“We’re trying our best, boss, but Luciano has most of the Family backing HIM.” In Russo’s office in his mansion on Staten Island were 20 bodyguards and Russo’s Underboss Marco Capone. “You don’t understand Luigi this tax of yours on the drug dealers and the 50% you take from everyone has pushed a lot of our members away.”

As always Russo was eating food and making a mess all over his clothes, he was a total pig who got to where he is be violence.

“Listen Marco, Luciano has become a major problem and that kid he has working with him Fabrizio both have to go!” Marco was a quiet man that was always loyal to Russo but in the last few months his loyalty is beginning to fade.

“Well word is that Giovanni is having a big meeting at his restaurant in Brooklyn tomorrow. All the capos will be there to announce him as the Boss of the Family.” After hearing this news, Luigi threw his plate across the room and smashed against the wall. Luigi took a minute to look at the mess most likely thinking what a waste of food. He quickly looked over to Marco and slammed his hand onto his mahogany desk.

“LISTEN YOU GET EVERYONE YOU CAN TO GO TO GIOVANNI’S RESTAURANT! AND I WANT TO BE THERE WHEN YOU KILL HIM!!!”

Marco rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath and exhaled. “Whatever you want Boss.”

The next day in Giovanni’s restaurant called “Little Sicily” there was a small office behind the kitchen while during the civil war was dubbed as a joke the “Pentagon” because the office was shaped as a pentagon and that’s where all the plans were made, but Giovanni enjoyed the name so he kept it. In the “Pentagon” were Giovanni and his most loyal supporters and almost all the Family’s capos making a Family within a Family. As Boss of what was being called the “Luciano Family” Giovanni, Giovanni’s younger brother Joseph Luciano as Underboss, but all the capos didn’t see anyone being named as Consigliere. “Gentlemen I know you all trust me to make the decisions that are best for us so as Consigliere I’m naming Fabrizio DeAngelo to the position.” Silence fell over the room because Fabrizio never took the “oath” to be an official member and never actually committed a murd er to “make his bones”, sure he was a great earner everyone knew that but he didn’t complete the two most important and upheld rules in La Cosa Nostra and he wasn’t even present for the meeting. Before anyone can say anything they heard screams coming from the dining room and before they knew it 20 men with guns stormed the meeting with Marco and Luigi following behind them not because Luigi wanted to be sure things were safe but due to his large size was slow even when he walked, breaking the silence was Luigi’s heavy breathing.

“Well well well, what do we have here? All my capos in one place! Hello Giovanni!” No one moved, everyone looked at Giovanni to see what he might say or do.

“Hey Luigi, care to have a seat and something to eat? You look a little tired. Try the veal it’s the best in the City.” Of course Luigi would never refuse a meal especially veal because that was his favorite food, matter of fact there was no food Luigi didn’t like.

“Sure I could use something to eat, fellas get outta here.” He waved off the 20 gunmen but told Marco to stay. Giovanni did the same telling all the capos to leave but told his brother Joe to stay. And so in “Little Sicily’s” back office called the “Pentagon” the four men held a meeting, as two capos were the last to leave the office they asked each other, “Where’s Fabrizio?”

“Listen Giovanni I’m a reasonable man but I gotta rule that no one deals drugs!” Giovanni had a plate of pasta in front of him but he wasn’t eating it yet he believed eating food during a sit down was rude, on the other hand Luigi was scarfing down food like he was eating for all four men in the room.

“With all respect Luigi but everyone knows you’re taking drug money from everyone else and what do you expect when you demand so much money from everyone in the Family?” Luigi looked over to the waiter in the corner of the room keeping his head down and asked him to bring him another plate of veal, the waiter walked out into the kitchen with his head still down.

“Fine I can reduce the tribute to maybe 45% but that’s the best I can do.” Giovanni just looked at his brother and looked back at his serving of pasta still waiting to take a small bite out of it. “And by the way Giovanni you should fire that waiter of yours!” Giovanni looked up at Luigi looked at his watch. “It’s been forever since I made my order and he’s still not here!”

Giovanni didn’t say anything instead finally took a taste of his pasta and his brother who was just like Giovanni didn’t eat his pasta either; after Giovanni took a fork full of pasta, so did his brother.

“Joe is your gravy cold too?” Joe looked at his and shook his head in agreement.

“Well what do you expect!?” Luigi said with a smile. “It’s been sitting there for 30 minutes!” Giovanni looked at Luigi and shook his head.

“Yeah you’re right, Joe lets go get this heated up.” As the two men excused themselves, Marco who didn’t say a word since him and Luigi showed up excused himself to use the restroom. Luigi was sitting by himself at the table getting hungrier by the minute heard the doors behind him open up and took a quick look and it was the waiter. “What took you so long!? I’m starving here!” As Luigi got up to take the plate of veal the water dropped the food and pulled out a pistol and shot Luigi in the chest. Luigi’s body fell backwards and knocked over the entire table.

“HOW DARE YOU SHOOT ME YOU STUPID WAITER!?” The waiter looked at Luigi with a cold stare.

“I’m not a waiter, my name is Fabrizio DeAngelo.” Luigi began to use his hand to cover the bullet to stop the bleeding.

“YOU PUNK! MY PEOPLE ARE RIGHT OUTSIDE YOU WON’T GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!” Right after Luigi said this, Giovanni, Joe and Marco walked into the office. “MARCO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR KILL THESE GUYS!” Marco rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath.

“Listen Luigi the entire Family is done with you, your time is up.” Luigi looked all over the room hoping someone will come and save him… No one did.

“Listen! I have $1,000,000,000 over in Europe all of you can have it if you just let me live!”

Fabrizio was still holding the gun but it was at his side he took a glance at Giovanni; Giovanni gave Fabrizio a slow nod. As Fabrizio was aiming the gun at Luigi, Luigi took his hand off his chest and began to scream. “WAIT I’M SORR……” Before Luigi could finish his sentence Fabrizio shot him in between the eyes. Giovanni told his brother to go get all the capos; they all walked in the saw Luigi on the floor and Fabrizio holding the smoking gun. Giovanni looked around at all the capos. “Well everyone I guess we’re all in agreement that Fabrizio has made his “bones” and deserves to take the oath and become the Family’s new Consigliere. But first let’s get this place cleaned up, smells like pig in here.”

Last time we saw Fabrizio DeAngelo thanks to the stupidity of his “former” friend, Fabrizio took the small drug operation he and Carlo had started in Brooklyn and parts of New Jersey into the largest drug operation in New York and New Jersey. Fabrizio’s operation imports heroin from Europe and cocaine from South America earning him $30,000,000 a month in profits. But not everything in New York City has been peaceful, in the last few months a civil war erupted inside the cities primary crime family the Russo Crime Family headed by Luigi Russo. In the last few years Russo has been demanding 50% of every single one of his members every week. But the main reason for the civil war was that Russo a strict follower of the rule that people caught dealing drugs should be killed and one of the main capos involved with the dealing of drugs is Brooklyn Capo Giovanni Luciano. Normally the Family would not go against Russo because he is the Boss but since word is even th ough Russo forbids members in his Family to deal in drugs he takes a “tax” from all the drug dealers operating in New York City.