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"I Belived in Sicily" Part IV

Morning After the Assassination Attempt

"Listen, my pop is safe, he's on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic heading for New York where he'll be safe with Luchessi and his men. But I want to know who the little f*** is that tried to kill my father. Someone sold him out, because only us, his so called-trusted men were the only ones that knew that he was going to the airport that night."

"Santino, we have a call from Paulie Ricci out in the fields, he says that the men supposed to be in the two other cars that apparently rammed them and began the whole ordeal, dead. Murdered, six of our men were found dead at their checkpoint."

"It can't be that easy, who do we think has the power? Don Genovese? Don Trapani? Don Merossa?"

Vito Rizzia answers, "It can't be Don Trapani, he's too far off and wouldn't have the power or the wealth to hit the Don, plus he's more of a vassal of ourselves more than anything. Don Merossa is a good candidate but he too is weak and more of a puppet for Don Genovese. But why would Don Genovese want to start up another mob war, after all he's a very smart and scheming man."

"God damn it Vito, can't you give me a straight answer not a lecture?"

"Don Genovese then, but it just doesn't make sense."

Bernarod Savio walks into the room, a trusted soldier of Peter Marcello.

Peter looks at his soldier, "What the hell, your supposed to be outside Bernardo."

"Well Paolo told me to tell Santino that there's an important package at the gates."

"Well..."

"Well that's it, I haven't looked at it."

"Hey, Bernardo go outside and bring in that package."

"Ofcourse Santino," he closes the door and heads back outside.

"What the hell is that man talking about?"

He walks back in and holds a small package and hands it to Peter Marcello who hands the package to Santino.

"It's a cake," says Vito Rizzia.

"Happy birthday? What the f*** is this?"

"I have no idea, some sick joke from another don perhaps," says Peter Marcello to Santino.

"The tag on the back."

Santino looks at it, "Now we're even, no one injures anyone in my family. Now my nephew is paralyzed from the neck down, Don Genovese," Santino smurks, "That little..."

"Retaliation?"

"No, the men that attempted to kill my father aren't Genovese men, there's something more too it, the men had to be Trapani or Merossa, Genovese is from Syracusa, to far away. Trapani and Merossa have some holdings in and around Marsala. Peter take your men and make a nice visit to the Carpettio Club, Merossa held. See if you can't get any answers. Don Merossa may be scheming with Genovese to take control of our part of Sicily."

Peter walks, just as Aldo and Paulie pull into the gates. Santino grows nervous and the phone rings, he walks over and picks it up. "Yeah? Pop? Are you alright. That's good. Listen we think it was Don Merossa and we know Genovese was behind the attempt as well. What? No retaliation against Genovese? Why? Ofcourse, I will but what about Merossa. Talk, I've already sent out Marcello to do that. Ofcourse. Yes pop, I will. Be safe, we'll have everything ready for your return. What about sis's wedding day? Call it off? No, okay pop. See you in a few days or so. Bye."
 
Things will get interesting.... Great update! :p
 
Who will be murdered/severely paralyzed form the neck down, next. :eek:
 
i thought the cake was going to be a bomb - i was (mentally) screaming at them not to go near it. *phew*
 
BritishImperial said:
i thought the cake was going to be a bomb - i was (mentally) screaming at them not to go near it. *phew*
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so was I. :p
 
@ gaiasabre11: With the Don in America and his sons and a weak stability in Sicily, things will get ever more interesting.

@ Dr Death: Interesting... then I shall make sure of it.

@ humancalculator (first): That my good friend, I can not tell you, but why would you think that of another person, after all, "Violence isn't good for business."

@ BritishImperial: The traditional bomb in a cake :D , now that is someone using their imagination, for it was an *Important Package, as for me. I didn't plan to have the cake be thought of as a bomb or did I? :p

@ humancalculator (Second): The only true bomb the mafia would use is the traditional car bomb or TNT, but then again, this isn't the normal mafia, in Sicily they'll be taking everything to a new level.
 
"I Believed In Sicily" Part V

The Arenzio Hotel

"It's done, Don Genovese."

"Good," says the man from behind the dark room, he slowly walks in smoking a cigarette in his mouth, taking it out he smiles at his associates.

"Santino Aachelli is sending men over too negotiate a term of peace with us as we speak."

"Peace? Have we ever been in a war?"

"Sir, they're hear. Outside, black car."

"Well now, let's be good hosts, let meet them in the lobby."

Santino Aachelli, Vito Rizzia, Peter Marcello, Paolo Aachelli and several soldiers of the family stand in the hotel lobby, Santino at the front desk barking at the attendant, "Where the hell is Don Philip Genovese?! I know he's hear in this hotel."

"Sir, stay calm, believe me... we have Mr. Genovese."

"Stop the bull and tell me where he is or your head will get f****** blown off," Santino pulls out a magnum and cocks it back when members of Genovese's crew walk downstair.

Don Genovese points at Santino and a well dresses soldier in a fur coat rushes down the stairs to the attendant and talks to Santino, from the top of the stairs Don Genovese comments on Santino, "Hell, if I wanted you to kill the guy I would have let you done it."

"What about if I shot you right here, right now."

"Santino calm down!" says Vito from behind as the Aachelli soldiers and capo's rush and grab Santino easing him up. The Genovese men pull out their weapons and aim it Santino.

"The the f*** do you think you are? Coming into our town, our turf and trying to kill my father."

"I'm Don Philip Arthur Carpettia-Maria de Rosa Genovese. And I'm the king of this island and what are you Santino? Some little f***, just a son of a another don on this island."

"Come hear you little..."

"Santino calm down, not here, your father didn't want any retaliation."

The guard in the fur coat begins to speak, "Get outta here dog. You need to learn to calm down little man."

Santino losses his temper and brakes free from the grip of five or six men, "Come here you little f***," Santino procedes to punch the guard directly in the nose. The guard falls and holds his nose, bleeding and stands back up but the other Genovese soldiers grab the hitten soldier.

"Come on Santino, you big hot-shot. Come kill me now infront of all my men, you'd come down with me, if that's even possible."

Santino and his crew exit the hotel with a fury and storm back into their cars and speed off onto the roads, Don Genovese looking at the struggle the men had bringing Santino looks back at his men, "Some guy huh?" The men burst into laughter and the Don takes out a wine bottle and opens it, "This one is for my best friend," he says with sarcasim, "Santino Aachelli," he says with a big head smiling and procedes to drink the wine bottle and walks down, plopping it on the table and sending roughly 100 American dollars worth of Italian currency to the attendant. "You did well, let's go. I need to talk with Don Alexander Merossa, and I have a reputation to up hold just like that hot-head Santino." The don and his entourage of about 20-25 men stroll out of the hotel and enter a seven car convoy and drive off.

~ Aachelli Residence, sometime pass Noon.

Santino storms out of the car with the rest of his men quickly to follow, "That little f***, thinks he can come into my pop's turf and lay down the law with me, with me!"

"Please Santino calm down."

"Shut up Paolo. I'm no mod to be triffled with, even my brother."

Santino walks into his home and slams the door shut and the other men outside of the residence only look on, inside the window he picks up the phone and begins to call someone, someone only Santino knew. On a nearby park bench sits a man in black and he introduces himself to Vito Rizzia.

"I'm sure this is a bad time, I heard about everything that has happened, but I represent my employer, a Frenco-Italian man named Futtume Mirtz. His card is hear, he has some rather important business he would like to make with your family. Ofcourse with Don Aachelli not here what should I tell him?"

"Come back in eight days, and we'll have the meeting."

"Shouldn't you talk to..."

From inside the house Santino pops out, "Hey Peter who are talking to?"

"Ahh, some guy representing some Futtume dude."

"Futtume Mirtz?"

"That's my employer."

Santino walks out, "I'm Santino Aachelli, the don's eldest son, next in line to be don, my pop told me something about you guys. Told me to come that your welcome to stay here until he comes back, tell your boss to spend a week here and make himself at home."

"Thankyou, and I will. Good-day gentlemen."

"What is this about?"

"This could solve all of our problems my good Peter."
 
Yup, I know someone will die/be paralyzed form the neck down now! :D
 
I like to see things get heat up. Great update! :D
 
Ahh such a hot headed man, he should remember;

Micheal said:
It's not personal, Sonny. It's strictly business.
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Putting his ego and pride before common sense, that'll lead to war which is never good for business. Blood is a big expense after all. :D
 
The only question is who is the next one to go?

Maybe some of the dealings in America are going to be very crucial for the future survival of the Aachelli Family?
 
@ oriafontan: Thanks for the nomination, a bit unexpected I might add.


To Everyone: Sorry but I've been extremely busy lately, and I hope to have an update in a few days, no promises though.
 
TheEnlightened1 said:
To Everyone: Sorry but I've been extremely busy lately, and I hope to have an update in a few days, no promises though.
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Don't sweat it. I have had trouble updating my AAR too.
 
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"Welcome to America"

~ Near New York City, United States of America

"Don Aachelli, please wake up, we are approaching state-side. Soon we'll be in the land called Am-her-i-ka."

"America," corrected Frankie DeAngelis to his soldier, Nicci Franco.

Over the airlines, the pilot made his announcement on the Savoia-Marchetti S.71 eight passenger airliner, "We will be approaching the United States in a few moments, please all passengers be ready for the decline into the descending zone."

The Don, his three companions and two other passengers strapped themselves into their seats, their eyes glued to their windows to see the glimmer of the so-called "Golden Heart" of the America that was New York City, supposidly paved with golden bricks and beauty silver, the sight they were about to see was one of both disappointment, yet magnificence as such a city had never been seen in the eyes of the not only the passengers on board but also the crew of four which in their descending minutes were aweshock at the site of the mighty sky-scrappers and the other impressive statured buildings circling all around Manhatten Island, Downtown Manhatten and the near-by riches of New Jersey, in particular those of owned by the Strelli Family of New Jersey. The plane began its final descent into America and the pilots announced it on their radios, the S. 71 was aiming straight for the New York Air Port which will soon become one of the most busy-commercial airports in the world in this revolution of airial flight finally becoming more and more popular amongst the long travelling distant of the peoples of Europe and North America.

The plane touched down on the black paved and silver 'street' that was the main runway for the airport, the pilots announced to the rear where the passengers were located that they had made a successful touchdown and landing into America and that they hoped they enjoyed the flight and would hope to see them all again some day, the pilots however probably didn't care at all except for the first time captain, he made a successful flight and landing with the highly in-experienced crew of the S. 71.

The door of the plane opened and the two unknown guests walked out of the plane and picked up a taxi soon afterwards and outcame Don Aachelli and his men as they could only stand on the top flight of the stairs and stare out at the busling heart of New York. Cars and people everywhere and here they looked down the runway and saw several men, one dressed in full white begin to walk towards them holding up a sign that read "Don Aachelly" mispelled on their marker, but the Don could easily understand that he was the man that they were looking for, behind them a heavy four car escort awaited for them.

The man dressed in full white with a lovely fendora hat with black trim stepped up and awaited for the don to reach the ground when he did the man smiled and held out his hand, soon overtook he hugged the don and said, "Welcome to America Don Aachelli, its been far too long since we've last been together for some good business and some fun. How are things going in Sicily my old friend?"

"Bene," answered the don, "just fine Don Machelli, Don Anthony Machelli if I may my once little prodigy, just fine," the don gave a rare smile and began to laugh in the presence of his old friend, realizing that he has achieved much more in America in twenty years then he himself has achieved in Sicily. A man wearing sun-glasses walked up.

"James Henry," he said taking off the glasses and bowing his head in recognition of the don.

"Ahh, so your the little Irish-Italian punk I've heard so much about from your mother Maria."

"What can I say, you good."

The group of men began to walk towards their cars, the drivers soon rode up to them and they entered the vehicles headed to god-knows where while the old friends had a great time in the back of a Black Cadillac and they drove off out of the airport watching several other aircraft fly off into the blue skies above, only time will tell wheter or not the trip to America was of any importance for now it only seems like a happy old get together and re-union of some old Sicilian friends in which the pupil has now out-done the boss.

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The interior of the S. 71 with the captain in the rear posing in the picture. Note the ten seats, the two in the rear were resereved for crew and the others were for the passengers. It is unknown exactly where the don sat, other than the fact this is the plane he was on.
 
Good update. I wonder what the Don will accomplish in America. :eek:
 
@ humancalculator: Only time will tell my good friend, only time will tell :D , and time is running out!

@ SouthCarolinian: This Irish-Italian hot head will be the base of Don Aachelli's covert operations in America, mainly in New York but also Queens and New Jersey...
 
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