American Mafia Mini Series Episode 2
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.
“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.”
Submitted by The Dubliner