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Miniseries – Episode 8

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.”

The Genovese Functions

Months ago, their was an article based on the Genovese Crime Family. Because of what people thought of the Genovese, it caused a lot of deaths.
Two men who cannot be identified were paid by an unknown mafia related resident to kidnap mob boss “_SaintGenovese_.  Their job was to kidnap, torture, find out information and then kill Saint himself in a slow, brutal suffering death.

 

Six days earlier, Saint was in Las Vages to meet with ” Mr_Donnie_Vegas” and discuss income on their shared Casino rackets. Late in the night, Saint parks his car in the parking lot of a casino racket. He gets out of his car and walks twords the casino. Then a mysterious van pulls up with his high beems on distracting Saint thinking it was Donnie men. He sees the doors of the vans open and the two men from the front run twords Saint. Saint then quickly puts his hand in his jacket of his coat to grab his revolver and looks up. A wrench is swong and hits his face. He blacks out…

 

Saint wakes up in a dark room. The first thing he sees is his bloody tank top on his chest. In panic he looks around the room. He sees nothing within three feet in front of him and a light above his head. Realizing his hands are tied and he’s stuck to an old wooden chair. He hears a door open, and quickly looks to the light coming through an old squeaky metal door. Two dark figures of men walk through it and it slams shut. The lights turn on and the two of them are wearing ski masks with a black sweat shirt and black sweat pants. Can’t even see the color of their skin.
Saint looks right and sees a gun wall and a table below it with all sorts of weapons. Fire hatches, butterfly knifes and many other torturous weapons. He hears a deep voice say

 

” I’ve heard that you have been causing a lot of trouble in the American Mafia. All we want is to find out information and we will set you free, Capisce?

 

” fine, can we make this quick! ” 

 

The other man from the corner of the room playing bad cop strikes him in his face. He reaches for the butterfly knife and cuts his cheek. Saint screaming in pain while the other man is pulling him back. He then says 

 

” Don’t yell at me or my buddy over here! “

 

Saint did not like that very much. Realizing he bit his tongue when he pouched himself he spits blood at him. He then strikes him again and says 
” this is hurting you more then me, friend! So lets start shall we? Why did you enter this thing of ours? 

 

” I have brought many Genovese’s into this business, even Royce__Gambino was once a Genovese. A lot of my men were killed while they were trying to learn more about this business and gain experiance with a gun. But everybody except for me were killed as my compound was raided. The defenses weren’t the best. They all died saving my life but its too bad they couldn’t save their own.

 

The man puts brass knuckles on and punches Saint in his ribs, breaking them. He then asks:

 

” Why are people out to kill you? I mean we are doing it to get paid but this one is more for us. “

 

” I came into this business already a hated person. People got the wrong impression of me. My men and others were killed because of rumors. Franky and Zodiac Genovese (ex Genovese members) started a lot of problems to make matters worse.” Saint breathing heavy and spitting blood out of his mouth and continues on ” they were never originally on my side but because of their actions got a lot of people killed on my side and theirs. Royce ashore me that things were going to be better. As long as he’s Kingpin”. 

 

The man then grabs spark plugs and then zaps Saint with them. For more then five seconds, you gear horrific screams form Saint.

 

” Why are you trying to take over the American Mafia!? “

 

Saint catching his breath and then he is hit by the man until he answers. Saint coughing up more blood and says

 

” taking over!? I can assure you that this is not the Genovese intensions. We would like to give Ideas to other stat are willing to hear my ideas.
You know, to make the American Mafia better without violence.”

 

” Who do you think would be a big help to get your point across? ” 

 

“I think Royce would do well for the American Mafia. As far as changes go, having automatic rank up when inactive after a month is fine but just letting people be aware their going to be ranked up. Especially the ones who spent money on items to help themselves would be nice.” 

 

The man reaches for his gun, and then shoots Saint in his foot without hesitation. 

 

” Mobsters do say that u have killed first. Why is that? “

 

” How can u expect me to answer your questions if I’m dead! I can’t say my men aren’t killers but if your attacked, wouldn’t you fight back. I mean if your hands weren’t tied right? So rumors got people thinking so when they attack us, we fight back. Simply payback or revenge. Whatever you want to call it.

 

The man starts poring gasoline on Saint and says, 

 

” You have been a big help to us Mr. Genovese but that’s all we need. See you in hell my friend. “He then lights a match and then holds it in the air about to throw it, then he hears gun shots out the door, they ur. For their guns but the door is blown open. Royce and James-Gambino then shoot their tommy guns into the two men, pick up saint and run for their car. They burn rubber and they are not seen for the next week or so. 

 

Thanks to Saint for allowing me to interview him, it seems that the Genovese just want to help rather then hurt. I hope you liked the story and stay safe American Mafia!

 

 

This is -Jack-Marone- signing off.

 

American Mafia Story

I grew up in a poor family. We had just come over to the United States from Sicily. Not a dime in our pocket; just another foreigner looking for Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. My family made it to New York in 1922. My father had taken a loan from a local Loan Shark and put us all in a massive debt. Every few days some guys would rough up my father in the alleyway for the money he owed the loan shark… One day, around the normal time, the men showed up again. They asked for my father and he stepped outside. They began beating him right there in front of me. I watched as multiple haymakers landed on my fathers face. One of the two men was swinging so wildly his gun fell out of his coat and onto the pavement at my feet… I reached down and shot the man right in his chest… As he fell to the ground, the other man looked up and ran around the corner and disappeared… My father lay there… Not moving. No breathing. Lifeless. He was gone.

 

The pressure of making money for the family fell onto my shoulders… An eighteen-year-old boy… I kept the gun that I used to kill the Shark with. For protection from any further attempts made on my family by the loan shark…

 

The next day, I went to the church. It was a Sunday morning. Confession time. I prayed for the strength to help my family and told the priest what I had done the day before… I told him about the anger I felt seeing my fathers lifeless corpse laid on the ground… The loneliness I felt when I saw a drop of blood spill from his mouth after taking several blows to the head… As I left the church and headed home, I noticed about ten men standing outside of our apartment block. All dressed in nice suits… As I approached the men, one of them yelled, “There he is. That’s the boy who killed Johnny!” All of the men pulled weapons and pointed them at me, all except for one. He stepped forward and asked for my name. He explained that he is a very powerful man in this city… He is called Don Leonardo… One of the Mafia bosses in New York. I had shot one of his men… He calmly explained that, since I was the one who killed one of his associates that I was going to take his place…

 

He said there would be great pay into it. And as soon as I paid the debt off that my father owed, the rest would be pure profit… I had no choice but to agree with nine gunmen staring at me down the sights of their guns. I was told to come to an abandoned warehouse on the harbor as soon as possible. I had no transportation to get there, and no money for a taxi… I had to walk. The men jumped into their cars and sped away… I began the long walk across town to get to the designated warehouse… Thirty minutes later, I was walking down the street. I could see the warehouse. It wasn’t but thirty feet away from me when a young boy bumped into me. I felt his hand reach into my pocket simultaneously. He snatched for my wallet and began running with it… Just as this happened, an older man about thirty-five years old also bumped into my shoulder. I fell down with by the force from him hitting me. I looked over where the boy was running and the man was in hot pursuit. He leaped and fell on top of the young boy. I heard him yelling and the boy gave up my wallet.

 

As the man walked back towards me, he brandished the wallet in front of my face. He explained that it wouldn’t happen again. The man said that the boy didn’t know I was working for Mr. Leonardo.

 

I walked into the warehouse and was met by a smiling Don Leonardo. He walked towards me and said he was glad I showed up. He didn’t want to hunt me down and put two in my eyes for not being here. Leonardo wanted me to prove my loyalty. I had to go mug a citizen on the streets… It didn’t matter who it was, he just wanted to wet my toes in this business.

I left the warehouse looking for a victim… I sat in a nearby alley and waited for someone to walk down unsuspecting… Twenty minutes passed and I was growing impatient. I was about to change locations when a man turned down the alleyway. I hid behind a wall and waited for him to pass me. As he took a step by me, I hit him on the back of his head. He fell to the floor and I began searching for his wallet. I found it and searched it, only to find $20 in it… I turned and started jogging off… I heard him call “Hey Boy…” Out of curiosity, I turned and looked over my shoulder. He had stood to his feet and pulled a pistol out on me. He began shooting at me and I heard bullets whiz passed my head. I turned back around and sprinted to get out of the alleyway. Bullets were hitting gutters as I ran passed them.

I made it out safely. I ran to the warehouse and told Leonardo that the man only had $20 and that I just survived an attempted murder. Leonardo said that there would be plenty more attempted murders on my head in the future. “Get used to it.” He said…

 

I was just a lowly thug for now, but if I put hard work in, donate to my new family, and remain respectful and loyal all the same, I will reach high lengths in this business. No matter how many prostitution rings I have to run, or banks I have to heist. No matter how many murders I have to perform, or muggings I need to make. No matter how many friends I have, or how many enemies I create. I am going make It in this business by Crimes, Murder, and by selling Drugs… Eventually I’ll have my own family once my boss thinks I am ready. It must be earned; I can’t just expect one given to me… I will work for it.