Breaking News: Infamous Crime Boss Struck Down
Breaking news on the streets of the American Mafia! Infamous Gambino Family Boss Royce “The Raven” Gambino was recently found murdered in his hideout in Iowa. Gambino had apparently slipped back into the country after being deported several weeks ago and was attempting to continue the war that abruptly ended with his deportation. Reports vary as to how exactly this happened but we’ve received exclusive information from our insider who gave us a timeline of events.
In the early morning of July 29, 2014 it was discovered that Royce-Gambino managed to sneak back into the country on a private unmarked jet. Gambino landed in Oklahoma and immediately sought out rival family bosses Real-Corleone and Angel of Death, who were reportedly in Oklahoma meeting with representatives of the Gallardo Cartel of Mexico discussing the prospects of a major drug trafficking operation. While Really and Angel were talking business with the Cartel inside an abandoned warehouse, they were abruptly interrupted by a hail of gun fire.
Both men took cover behind some old steel oil drums as the Gallardo Cartel members fled the scene. Really and Angel both unholstered their side arms in preparation to defend themselves. They were still unsure who it was that was attacking and weren’t even sure if they were the targets. Suddenly they heard a familiar voice yell, “Royce-Gambino is back!” followed by a barrage of gun fire from multiple machine guns. Seemingly out numbered Really and Angel looked at each other and with a quick grin leaned out from behind the oil drums and began to return fire.
When they looked around the barrels they noticed Royce-Gambino holding a tommy gun flanked by 20 of his men who were all armed with AK-47s. Really and Angel began firing in the direction of Royce and managed to take out several of Royce’s men. When they leaned back behind the barrels to reload, Angel quickly grabbed his phone and texted LeftyTwoGunz, Kingpin of AM. “Oklahoma, send help,” the message read. Lefty felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and upon reading the message immediately sent a text message to Frankie Calabrese, who happened to be in Oklahoma as well dealing with his own family business, and told him to get to the warehouse ASAP. Lefty also told Frankie that he’d be hopping on a jet as soon as he could to meet them there and provide back up.
Meanwhile, back at the warehouse the firefight continued. Another three SUVs carrying more of Royce’s men showed up to replace the ones already killed by Really and Angel. Royce and his men began to slowly make their way into the warehouse, but Really and Angel were able to stand their ground and keep Royce and his men at bay. Royce thought he still had a few more men on the way so he paid no attention to the two SUVs that pulled up behind the ones that arrived earlier, however these SUVs did not contain Royce’s men. Frankie Calabrese and several of his bodyguards, as well as reputed Fratesi Underboss Gunnz, jumped out of the SUVs and started firing at Royce and his men and managed to take out almost all of Royce’s bodyguards. Royce knew he was in trouble. He had Really and Angel firing at him from inside the warehouse and now he had Frankie and Gunnz firing at him outside of the warehouse. Royce was basically stuck in the middle of a kill zone. Noticing his grim chances Royce managed to slip away while telling his remaining men to stay and continue to fight to hold off the four Mob Bosses and their men.
Not knowing that Royce had left, Really and Angel were able to kill the rest of the guards that were in the warehouse, while Gunnz, Frankie and his guys took out the rest of the men that were outside. When the firing stopped Frankie yelled out “Really, Angel…you ok?” to which they both responded “Yea, we’re comin’ out” Really and Angel got up from behind the oil barrels and walked out of the warehouse to meet Frankie and Gunnz. They all shook hands and looked around at all the men laying dead on the ground. They quickly realized that Royce was not amongst the dead. “Maron’!” Frankie said in frustration. All four men knew they had to get as far away from the warehouse as they could before any police arrived, so they quickly shook hands and went their separate ways.
Frankie headed to the airport, knowing that Royce would not be staying in Oklahoma, when on his way he received a phone call from an anonymous number. Frankie answered his phone and all he heard was “Iowa,” and then the phone call ended. Frankie now knew that Royce had managed to slip out of Oklahoma and make his way to Iowa. As Frankie was boarding his private jet he called LeftyTwoGunz. Aboard Lefty’s jet his phone rang in his private quarters and he saw it was Frankie Calabrese calling. “Hey Frankie I’m en route to Oklahoma right now.” Frankie replied, “Tell the pilot to change course and head to Iowa. I found where Royce is hiding and I could use your help killing him.” Lefty said, “Okay,” then hung up the phone.
Both Lefty and Frankie landed in Iowa at the same time. By now, it was very early morning on July 30, 2014. They knew exactly where Royce was shacked up as they had both been to this hideout way back when they still had a working relationship with Royce. They decided they would not bring any back up and they would take care of this on their on. They hopped into a waiting Lincoln Continental and drove over to Royce’s hideout. Frankie parked the car down the street and shut the lights on the car. They both then got out of the car and began to stealthily make their way to the gates of the compound. Lefty told Frankie that he’d head around to the back of the estate and Frankie should make his way in through the front entrance. Once in position, Lefty signaled Frankie with a quick text message and then both men began their assault on the compound.
There was approximately 20 men guarding the estate. Lefty lifted his MP7 silenced machine gun and opened fire first, taking out all 8 men that were guarding the back entrance to the estate. Frankie began firing with his Steyr Aug silenced assault rifle and took out the remaining 8 men that were guarding the front entrance. Both Lefty and Frankie made it inside the estate at the same time. They knew that Royce would be upstairs in his Master Suite, and were sure that the remaining bodyguards would be protecting the suite. They quietly made their way up the stairs to the second floor. Once on the second floor they crept down the long corridor that leads to the Master Suite where Royce was hiding. Once they reached the door, Lefty told Frankie, “On the count of 3 I’ll kick open the door. I’ll hit the guards, you take Royce.” Frankie nodded in approval and smiled as he knew he would be the one to kill the infamous Royce-Gambino.
Once Lefty counted to three, he kicked the door so hard it nearly came off the hinges. The sound of the door breaking open startled the four bodyguards in the room and gave Lefty enough time to take each one of them out quickly with head shots. Royce, who was visibly shaking in fear, had left his side arm on the desk across the room and was unarmed. With all of his men killed he was now at the mercy of LeftyTwoGunz and Frankie Calabrese. Royce had a puzzled look on his face, almost as if he was trying to figure out how he ended up in this position. After all, he proclaimed himself to be the “most powerful mobster ever.” Now, with Frankie Calabrese pointing his assault rifle directly at Royce’s head, the “powerful mobster” was reduced to fear. Royce finally worked up the courage to say “Just do it alr…” but before he could finish speaking Frankie fired a shot that went directly through the center of Royce’s forehead. Frankie then fired one more shot into Royce’s head and one into the center of his chest. Frankie then looked over at Lefty and quipped, “Just making sure.” Both of the men laughed.
Lefty and Frankie now slowly made their way out of the compound and back to their Lincoln. As they were driving back to the airport, Lefty called the other Family Dons to give them the news. When he hung up the phone he lit a cigarette and took a puff. He was looking out of the car window at the passing scenery as the sun began to rise in the distance. Lefty then smirked at the sight of the rising sun and said to Frankie, “With Royce dead, it’s the dawn of a new day and new era,” as he gestured toward the sun, “it’s time to bring the American Mafia back to prominence.” Frankie nodded in agreement. Lefty spent the rest of the ride to the airport in silence pondering his next move and the future of the American Mafia.
