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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 11:25:34 GMT -6
Giovanni DeFazio's black Mercedes-Benz pulled into the parking lot of the Ambassador Social Club. He parked the car, and placing the keys in the inside pocket of his double-breasted jacket, he picked up his Gucci sunglasses from the empty passenger seat next to him, and placed them over his eyes. He stepped out of the car, and smoothed out his suit. He checked his watch, and thought to himself I'm a few minutes late. Not too bad.
He looked around the area real quick to make sure he was not being followed or watched, and then he began to walk into the social club. He was greeted by waves from the shopkeepers and he acknowledged them with a curt nod. He reached the door of the Ambassador, and pulled it open. He entered the building, and saw it empty, except for his private table in the back which was filled with members of the DeFazio Crime Family. As he approached the table, he saw the picture of himself and his late father, and he smiled slightly. As reached his seat, the members stood up, and he said "Let's get this meeting started."
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 11:56:12 GMT -6
Luciano was the first to arrive at the Ambassador Social Club to make sure everything was in order. He was very particular over the details and wanted to make sure that the security and format for the meeting was going to be perfect. He made sure the security details were ran out perfectly before he left for his regular weekly suit fitting at his tailor. He fidgeted as adjustments were made on the sleeve that he tried to view his watch from. He left in a black tweed Brioni suit and got into the back of the Mercedes that was waiting for him. He kept the window down half way to appease his habit. He smoked two cigarettes before pulling up against the curb of the Ambassador's parking lot. He buttoned his french cuffs before walking in, still pretty early. He greeted a few of the associates and grabbed himself a scotch as he made his way around the room. When Giovanni made his way into the room those who were seated, stood respectfully before sitting back down. Luc found a seat close to the end of the table and held his drink in his hand as the table went quiet waiting to hear from Gio.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 12:14:58 GMT -6
Giovanni sat down and lookead around the room at each of the men around him carefully. He cleared his throat, but before he had even gotten a word out, a waitress came over and asked Giovanni what he wanted. Giovanni replied quickly with a "Scotch on the rocks" and then he quickly remembered something. He reached his hand into his suit jacket and it went down to the waistband of his pants, where it found the cold handle of his Beretta 92FS pistol, and he pulled it out. He placed it on the table in front of him. It was a trait from his native Sicily, it was to show people that you were armed but not going to use it unless neccessary.
After he did that, he began to talk. "As many of you know it has been a little over three years since I became the Don. We have thrived, become rich, powerful, and our numbers have swelled. But now, it seems as if my enemies wish to take over. We have my brother-in-law Paolo Falcone and the Falcone Crime Family trying to muscle their way in on our turf. I will of course, try to seek a peaceful solution to all of this, but if no peaceful solution can be reached, you all know that you are to use any force neccessary to halt their expansion. Now" added Giovanni turning to look at a man nearest him and then he continued "Luciano, how do your business enterprises fare?"
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 12:43:21 GMT -6
Luciano watched as Giovanni pulled out his gun and put it on the table, others followed suit and so did he by putting his concealed Beretta 96FS with the safety on down in front of him. He had been there the day that Frank Ventresca had spoken to the Don about the Falcone crime family and their advance onto the Sangiacomo family's turf. He knew of many of the plots and later on planned on speaking to Giovanni the way he had in a previous conversation he had with the Don's wife. He was almost lost within his own thoughts when he realized the attention had been turned on him as he was asked about business. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Business is moving along well, the deal brokered with the south street seaport merchants has come through and we now have the union under us." The deal in which he spoke of was taken place on pier eight after hours, a conversation between himself, the union head, and a few of Luc's guys.
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Post by Raul Peña on Jun 16, 2009 13:13:57 GMT -6
Raul didn't pride himself on being late, and normally, he would be on time, if not early to something as important as this. But unfortunately, on this occasion, he was to arrive as the last member. The spaniard had been caught up in a few prior affairs, but that was no excuse, he would simply have to hope Don Giovanni would overlook this rare mishap on account of his loyalty over the years. His footsteps fell rapidly as he rushed through to the doors of the Ambassador, making a somewhat dramatic entrance, as always. "Pardon my timing, Gentlemen" his spanish accent offered, as he approached the meeting.
Taking note of the firearms upon the table, he reached behind him to retrieve his own Glock and added it to the collection by the time he had taken his seat. Looking around him, he begun to button up the last few buttons of his shirt, as to not stand out too much among the suited participants. "Please, continue" he commented as he settled into the chair and offered his attention to the conversation at hand. When it came down to business, Raul liked to get serious. If it weren't for the family, he wouldn't be half the person he was today.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 13:32:35 GMT -6
Giovanni listened to Luciano talk about the deal at the pier and he smiled approvingly. "Nice job Luc, that is an important racket and sure to bring in money. Now Raul, it is fine that you are late, but be warned if you continue on being late to meetings then it won't be pretty. I cannot risk someone being followed. Now, back to business. I have recently learned that a shipment of Sicilian heroin is arriving via private train from Montreal. I want you Raul and maybe you Luciano there to oversee the transaction. I need men I trust, and you two are some of the best I have." Giovanni leaned back in his chair, as the waitress returned with his drink. He thanked her, and then he took a long sip.
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 13:50:11 GMT -6
"I appreciate that, I wont disappoint." He said graciously as before taking another long sip of his scotch, it was a well needed drink after the direction his week had taken. He didn't think to much about the heroin shipment, he knew it would go off without a hitch. He had don't plenty of drug exchanges in the past that had gone both good and bad. His mind was thinking more about taking the precautions that were gonna be needed to step up security for the main DeFazio family when Falcone got to close for comfort. (Sorry, extremely short..I know)
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Post by Raul Peña on Jun 16, 2009 14:00:43 GMT -6
"Of course" Raul said with a nod of his head. He could understand the precautions Giovanni wanted to take, anybody could have tailed him right to their meeting. But Raul was always confident that he would slip out of their clutches like he always did - the police hadn't been lucky enough to snatch him, so why would anybody else? When the shipment was mentioned, he nodded his head. It sounded like pretty standard work, and with both himself and Luc on the case, he was confident it would run smoothly. Even if they were to hit any bumps in the road, it was in their capabilities to handle it with firepower. Raul looked to Luc briefly and then returned his attention to Giovanni "Understood, leave it in our hands". Leaning back in his chair, Raul lifted a hand and motioned the waitress over to him in preparation for getting a drink.
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Post by leear on Jun 16, 2009 14:02:14 GMT -6
Leear ran in front of the rest of the FBI squad and kicked the door straight down pointing his hand gun at the man sitting nearest the door and said loudly "This is an FBI raid!I belive someone in here is a murder suspect! If anyone moves im gonna shoot them! And then I get paper work and have to explain why, no one wants that, cos then ill be angry and shoot you again" Leear fired a warning shot into the middle of the room "got it?!" He said loudly looking around the room, the bar looked quite nice and so did the waitress, he pointed to the waitress then pointed to a beer tab indicating he wanted a pint of something, this place looked fairly nice and he started walking forward slowly raising his hand telling the men outisde too wait for his signal, he didnt want to call them in.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 16, 2009 20:13:22 GMT -6
Giovanni heard the door breaking, and then the sudden shouts "This is an FBI raid!I belive someone in here is a murder suspect! If anyone moves im gonna shoot them! And then I get paper work and have to explain why, no one wants that, cos then ill be angry and shoot you again" Giovanni snatched his Beretta off the table and placed it in the waistband of his pants. He saw the FBI agent ask for something to drink, but Giovanni raised his hand and yelled back to his workers "Don't give the mamaluke anything." then yelling to the FBI agent, he said smugly "You shall not drink anything as long as it comes from my establishment." Giovanni pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke it smugly like he owned the world and had not a care in the world.
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 20:35:01 GMT -6
Luc placed his gun in his waistband before he chimed in,"You know there's an Irish pub around the block you could raid if your thirsty." Luciano said sarcastically as he rose from the table with his drink in his hand. His boys that had been standing at the back door had now entered. Luciano motioned for them to retreat, there was no need for anything to get out of hand. Luciano had two other guns on him and a knife that his father had given him when he was younger that he always kept in his right breast pocket. "Now we were in the middle of lunch, so if there is anything you need maybe I could be of some assistance." He offered as he made his way around the table, closer to the Don.
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Post by Raul Peña on Jun 17, 2009 5:01:43 GMT -6
It was like clockwork, the participants of the meeting swiped their guns off the table and slipped them away safely hidden. Raul smirked at the FBI agent, amused that he had the guts to interrupt their meeting, yet also infuriated about it. Still, he remained seemingly calm, once again motioning the waitress over. He didn't care if this fuckwit fed thought he could order them around, he was going to have a drink no matter what. While the long legged waitress was on her way over, Raul looked toward the seemingly hyperactive officer "Sí. But even the Irish won't stand for your rude entrance" he commented before whispering into the waitresses ear. Raul's hands rested motionless on the table, but he was ready to reach for his gun at any moment... his fuse was short and easily ignited.
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Post by leear on Jun 17, 2009 11:42:14 GMT -6
Leear kept his gun firmly on Giovanni and walked over to him putting his arm to his side and sticking out his other in a handshaking geture, he didnt want any trouble, especially with this man, he wasnt even a suspect yet, plus he had heard more than enough about him and he was the last man int he room he wanted to annoy, and if he could get any help at all he wanted it no matter who it was from. "Giovanni Defazio?" He asked looking about for anybody about to shoot him "Read and heard alot about you" he wasnt planning on getting shot today, his heart was beating fast, he was genuinly petrified, this man would shoot him in a heartbeat.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 12:12:48 GMT -6
Giovanni scoffed and blew out a ring of smoke. "Heard alot about me huh? From where? Your boys at the FBI. Listen, just say what you need and get out of my business. Unless you have a warrant your time here is limited." Giovanni put his cigarette down on the ashtray in front of him, and picking up his cup of Scotch he took a long sip, with the ice clinking in the cup.
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Post by leear on Jun 17, 2009 12:20:58 GMT -6
Leear looked at Giovanni insulted and looked at him shaking his head "Im not here to start trouble with you, your not even a suspect so dont worry about that Gio" Leear winked at him and spun around looking around the room "Nice place you got here, I would like information or its going to get traaaaashed" He giggled shooting a window "Woops" Leear was still deciding when to ask about the murder suspect, maybe Giovanni would bring it up himself, Leear was realy panacking, he had called one of the most dangerous men in new york Gio, he was a dead man, he readied his hand too call in his backup.
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