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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 18, 2009 21:25:14 GMT -6
Giovanni's private jet landed on a private airstrip owned by DiLeonardo soldier who controlled DiLeonardo interests in Atlantic City. Giovanni had his cell phone in front of him and the message that drew him here was playing again.
Don Giovanni DiLeonardo, I represent Vittorio Esposito, and has gone through The Commission and requested you meet him in Atlantic City at Caesars Atlantic City. He shall discuss the reason once you meet him. He will see you there. *Click*
Giovanni picked up his phone and exited the jet and saw a bullet-proof Rolls-Royce. It had three inch thick bullet-proof windows, the car itself was solid steel reinforced with an inch of titanium, and the inside of the wheels themselves were lined with Titanium. Giovanni was greeted by three DiLeonardo soldiers who were wearing bullet proof vests made from kevlar under their suits and were armed with Uzis. Giovanni always traveled like this, when you are a man of his status, you could never be too careful. He entered the Rolls-Royce and it departed from the landing strip and headed towards Caesars Atlantic City. About five minutes later, the car pulled to a stop and his bodyguards replacing their Uzis with .44 Magnums, which they placed in the waistband of their pants and buttoned up their suit jackets. Giovanni stepped out of the car and entered the casino. He liked it, but he still prefered his own casino, The Medditeranean in Las Vegas. He went to the information desk and told the receptionist "I am Giovanni DiLeonardo, and Mr. Esposito is expecting me." The receptionist smiled and said "Upstairs, third door. That's Mr. Esposito's private room. He will meet you there." Giovanni nodded his thanks and took some stairs up to the next floor and found the door. He turned the knob and entered the room with his bodyguards, and now to wait for Esposito.
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Post by Vittorio Esposito on Jun 18, 2009 21:52:13 GMT -6
From the moment Giovanni DiLeonardo's Rolls-Royce arrived in front of the imposing Caesars Atlantic City facade to his entering Vittorio Esposito's third floor room, he was under constant surveillance, both electronically via cameras and microphone recorders, but also from the various staff of the casino and hotel, a great many of them were associates of the Esposito Family, wearing Beretta 92F handguns properly concealed under their working uniforms.
Of course, once Giovanni and entourage entered the business part of the casino, the guards were no longer so concealed--between flak jackets and carrying a mixture of H&K MP5 sub-machine guns and M4 assault rifles, they sent a deadly message to any would-be troublemaker. So far though, the DiLeonardo delegation was not causing any trouble. Hopefully, it would stay that way.
The third-floor room that Giovanni and his people entered was a small conference room. Unlike the more public parts of the hotel, was quite bare and spartan. Since no guests would ever lawfully enter this area, there was no reason to waste the money to doll it up as it were. The walls were whitewashed stucco and the table was of a cheap faux oak design. The chairs surrounding the table were of your standard office swivel variety. The lights were fluorescent and embedded in the ceiling being plastic. Despite its inexpensive appearance, the room was fully modernized, including wireless internet, numerous three-pronged outlets, a secured specialized server parked as unobtrusively as possible in one corner. It was functional, but simple.
When Giovanni entered, Vittorio Esposito, flanked a trio of suited bodyguards--each wore a flak jacket and concealed 9mm Beretta handgun--waited. Vittorio wore an inexpensive but decently tailored department store bought charcoal business suit. As usual, he had bags under his eyes, telling of another night hard at work with less than the required hours of sleep. Still, he had had a good dose of coffee earlier. In fact, in one corner of the room, set atop a metallic file cabinet, a large coffee pot was brewing more. Next to it was a bunch of cheap styrofoam cups stacked up and some packets of sugar and substitute, as well as dried creamer. Simplistic, yet functional.
Stepping toward his guest, Vittorio nodded politely, "Welcome Don Giovanni. Please forgive the bareness of our meeting area, but it has always been the opinion of the management here, even before we acquired it, that little money should be wasted in the areas where no guest ever goes," as he spoke, he extended his right hand, waiting for Giovanni to shake it.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 18, 2009 22:07:39 GMT -6
Giovanni eyed Esposito's bodyguards suspiciously, then he reached out his hand and shook Vittorio's. Then, looking Vittorio straight in the eyes, he responded "Vittorio. I hope I find you in good health. So tell me, what is it you wished to speak about?"
*Sorry it's so short.
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Post by Vittorio Esposito on Jun 18, 2009 22:15:04 GMT -6
At Giovanni's words about his health, Vittorio chuckled, "Well, according to my doctors, my health could be a lot better. They say I work too hard, they are probably right," he chuckled again. As he spoke he made a gentle motion with his hand, sending his three guards scurrying to position at three of the room's corners.
Taking a deep breath, he continued speaking, "I asked for this meeting today because...well...I have heard disturbing rumors. I know my colleagues in the Montagna and Falcone families are very interested in expanding their territory. Unfortunately, we both stand in their way if they truly intend a massive expansion into the New Jersey and New York sections," he paused to let his words sink in, waiting to see how Don Giovanni would respond.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 18, 2009 22:19:35 GMT -6
"I asked for this meeting today because...well...I have heard disturbing rumors. I know my colleagues in the Montagna and Falcone families are very interested in expanding their territory. Unfortunately, we both stand in their way if they truly intend a massive expansion into the New Jersey and New York sections," Giovanni frowned, and then thought for a moment and then replied "The Falcones, I can handle. Their Underboss, Paolo Falcone is leading their expansion, and he just happens to be married to my cousin Crocetta. Now, the Montagnas. What do you know about their movements. And why do you so freely hand out this information to me? What is there to possibly be gained from it?"
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Post by Vittorio Esposito on Jun 18, 2009 22:34:06 GMT -6
"The Falcones, I can handle. Their Underboss, Paolo Falcone is leading their expansion, and he just happens to be married to my cousin Crocetta. Now, the Montagnas. What do you know about their movements. And why do you so freely hand out this information to me? What is there to possibly be gained from it?"
Vittorio chuckled at the mention of Don Giovanni's cousin being married to the Falcone underboss. He guess it was true what they said: blood does run thicker than water. Tucking that bit of information away in his gray matter, Vittorio knew that, in the long term, it could be very important. After all, a DiLeonardo-Falcone alliance could be very dangerous for his own interests.
"I know very little about Montagnas. So far, I stay out of their way and they seem to have little interest in bothering me. Still, I have to assume they want to expand and that could pose a problem," he sighed, thinking for a moment, "You ask why I share this information with you so freely. Well, I suppose it is because I would like to avoid a conflict. Right now, Don Giovanni, you sit at the head of probably the most powerful Family, whether in New York or without. I am sure there are elements in the Five Families and of the interlocutors from Canada and Buffalo that would like to see your great family knocked off its pedestal. Again, I do not want to be dragged into a regional conflict," he rubbed his brow...yes, he had been up late again discussing ways to respond to a potential mob war in the area. Stressful indeed.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 18, 2009 22:42:09 GMT -6
Giovanni scratched his chin, and then said "Fair enough. However, I do tell you this Vittorio, no family frightens me. Not yours. Not the Falcone. And definitely not the Montagnas. However you are right to wish to avoid a Mob War. Gunshots, dead bodies, and mass arrests are always bad for business. So anwser me this question Vittorio, you come from mob royalty. Descended from Joe the Gun. Why do you seek to be so 'Diplomatic' about this? From what I heard, Joe the Gun used more violence than his brain, and he managed to make the family strong. Then again, your not Joe the Gun." Giovanni chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
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Post by Vittorio Esposito on Jun 18, 2009 22:53:32 GMT -6
"Fair enough. However, I do tell you this Vittorio, no family frightens me. Not yours. Not the Falcone. And definitely not the Montagnas. However you are right to wish to avoid a Mob War. Gunshots, dead bodies, and mass arrests are always bad for business. So anwser me this question Vittorio, you come from mob royalty. Descended from Joe the Gun. Why do you seek to be so 'Diplomatic' about this? From what I heard, Joe the Gun used more violence than his brain, and he managed to make the family strong. Then again, your not Joe the Gun."
"Arguably, are quite right not to fear any single family, for my analysts that none, certainly not mine, could challenge you single-handed, perhaps you could even challenge two, but at three or more working in concert, my people tell me not even the great DiLeonardo Family could stand that. Of course, they could be wrong," he added a chuckle, "And, as you said, a war is never good for anyone."
He paused, "It is interesting you should mention my great-uncle. You know, I barely knew him, but he still managed to affect my life in many ways. I never intended nor wanted to be Don of the Esposito Family, my desires were in politics, I'm sure you know I served as Chief of Staff to one of New Jersey's most important political figures, Senator Dylan, and I would have probably run for political office myself if not for a prescient warning about my...erm...questionable family background," he sighed, shaking his head slightly dejectedly. "How I ended up Don seems almost coincidental: after the passing of the late Boss, I was chosen because of my blood connection to 'Joe the Gun' and it was one of the only thing's going for me at the time. Hospitalization due to extreme exhaustion and hypertension had ended my position for Senator Dylan," he sighed again.
"So, you see, Don Giovanni, I see myself as the Chief of Staff of the Esposito Family and my specialty has always been diplomacy and political wrangling," a part of him assumed Giovanni knew all about him, but merely wanted to here explanations from the horse's mouth as it were.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 19, 2009 18:44:42 GMT -6
Giovanni frowned and said "Senator Dylan was trash. He caused all my New Jersey operations to be shut down. His so called 'War' against organized crime. BAH! Listen, I know for a fact that Dylan won't live long enough to see if his war was effective. Listen to me Esposito, don't get me wrong, I respect you enough not to harm you without provocation, but if you ever try to take my turf I will personally give you the coup de grâce, a shot under the chin, myself. And yes, I know all about your political career. I was uh, saddened to hear that it was forced to end due to your great-uncle. When I heard the name Esposito, it sparked my interests and I followed your career."
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