Di Maso, wounded in the hunt for Biggles, lay silently sleep in the Chicago ER. Then he awakes to the hustle and bustle of the nurses readying the bed beside his, someone else was coming. He sees the gurney bring in an almost lifeless human being into the ER. Covered in a quilt Di Maso is dying on the inside to see who is in the room next to him. He knows it could be anyone of his Zapponi Brothers or even his own family. The doctor rushes in and Di Maso sees the body for the first time. It was Lost Soul, notorious Corleone Boss and head of the Chicago streets. Di Maso hadn’t been in much contact with Corleone’s new leadership, but his father was a personal enemy to Michael Corleone and was killed by the Corleone founder. Di Maso knew these guys were the ones he wanted to kill. Later week later one night after the doctors and nurses had all left the hospital Di made his move. Lost Soul was laying there mortally wounded by the recent mob war, Di found the plug to the IV and disconnected it. Within seconds Soul was dead and Di Maso slowly walked out of the hospital, healed from his old wounds. It took a while for Di to get out of Corleone owned Illinois especially now that Yankee had put a hit out on him for One Hundred Thousand dollars, every “Contractor” in the state would be on him within days. Di knew of only one haven, his old boss Emilio Barzini, in Detroit. After scrambling up some cash Di catches a Greyhound up to Detroit, safely out of Corleone turf. When got in the city he went straight to Emilio’s house on the outskirts of the city. When he Emilio opens the door Di Maso begs for amnesty. “I’m sorry Di, Yankee has put one million on you, you’re spoiled goods and we can’t have that in my family.” Emilio tells Di Maso and slams the door in his face. Rage starts to fill in Di Maso, he feels the red in his eyes, and he kicks in the door catches Emilio off guard. “I’m damaged goods huh? Well you’re spoiled goods now.” And Di Maso shoots Emilio with the full clip of his 9mm.
Ever since Di Maso got hit in Chicago, Anthony Costello had been running the Zapponi Outfit in California. The outfit made the money of the Zapponi Empire and was crucial for the war effort, so business could not stop for one man in the hospital. Anthony had been given the ahead by Al to keep the family even if Di Maso came back from Chicago. A few days in and Di came to Anthony’s bar in Long Beach. Di moved through the bar to an empty booth. He raised many alarms in the bar and then Domino goes to warn Anthony of his arrival. Anthony walks out to the bar floor and the patrons all make their way out the door and Domino locks the place up. “Hey, what’s up?” Anthony asks. Di Maso looks up with anger and hatred in his eyes and he tells Anthony the story of what happened the day before with Emilio. With all that being said, Anthony gets upset and the two start arguing. By the end of the argument Anthony pulls a knife out and charges at Di Maso. Di Maso defensively shoots Anthony and Domino who was behind him keeping watch…
Lefty comes by Emilio’s house, he found Emilio lying dead near the door and it smelled of the dead body from outside. Lefty was shook up about what had happened to his boss and mentor.
At the funeral service he held for Emilio he asked some of the other Mafia bosses if they had any words on what happened.”Yeah, man Di Maso has gone rogue and killed many, including Anthony Costello,” said Yankee the Corleone Empire boss. Lefty took this news with a grain of salt. Al Zapponi came up to Lefty after ease dropping on the last thing said. “This is what you want to know, do what you have to.” Al drops a piece of paper into Lefty’s hand. The paper had on it one two words; West Virginia. Lefty went to the airport almost immediately after the funeral ended and landed in West Virginia in about five hours.
Di Maso had rented a motel room in Falcon Pass, WV. He wanted to lay low for a few weeks. Let the heat from Corleone and Zapponi die down. On a foggy Tuesday he prepares to finally leave the motel and slowly return to the mob cities. As he puts the key in the ignition and then turns it, the car explodes externally and he is killed on the spot. “Gotcha bitch, Revenge is sweet.” Lefty says as he drives off into the deep fog.
At 1111 Constitution Ave., Washington, D.C. a task force of IRS agents readies the final blow to be dealt against Genovese mob Boss nicknamed “Saint”. For the past year now they have searched for him on the charge of tax evasion. The IRS looked tirelessly through each state and thought with the mob war raging that Saint would make a mistake, but they were the ones mistaken. However, one day the taskforce turned local Zapponi killer Grim Reaper to turn State’s evidence on Akaz Genovese who killed many men in Iowa. They made Akaz flip on Saint a few weeks later. It turned out Saint had been hiding in the American Samoa, ironically right on the outskirts of the American Military base that covers 90% of the island.
Saint was on his hammock near the shore and noticed some unusual movement at the base. Some helicopters had been moving in and out way too much for comfort. To his knowledge no one else was on the island with him and the military knew nothing of his existence. Saint decided to flee; it was getting too hot by now. When he walked back to his house, he was greeted with barrels of Gov issue 9mm pointed all over him as he was surrounded by the Internal Revenue Service for the biggest mob take down in thirty years. Saint was put on trial for Tax evasion, but the sentence was really for the huge rackets and mass murders he ordered without any other tie to the mob. He was sentenced to serve ten years for every crime related to his family, a total of three thousand years in Alderney Maximum Security Correctional Facility…