City of Gangsters: City of Gangsters
Baptist Father

Wednesday, November 17, 1923, Chicago, brookfield, van Allen's music studio.

A man with an undercut hair shave, 180 cm tall and a full body, was arguing with a man older than him.

"I told you I want out of this fucking music studio!!"

"Of course if you do that we will sue you, yesterday you agreed and signed the contract extension I gave you" the old man said as he displayed a copy of the contract in his hand.

Then the younger man looks emotional.

"Damn you cunning old bastard!!!, it's not legal you got me drunk and forced me to sign the paper!!!" The young man raised the collar of his interlocutor's shirt.

The old man smiled mockingly. "You want to hit me? Look people look at us, your reputation could be ruined because of it"

The young man could only hiss and remove his grasp from the collar of the old man's shirt. He then rushed away from there.

The young man named sebastian mayer a pop singer who is on the rise, and the old man is his manager named abraham colinham, mayer wants to end the contract from the studio owned by the old man, who is also the manager, because he got an offer from a big studio in California but the fox set him up, he invited the mayer to a nightclub under the pretext of celebrating his success, he gets drunk and subconsciously signs a new contract.

In the contract agreement, he earned a small portion of royalties from his album. It made him really upset.

"Fuck, you fucking bastard" Grumbled Mayer inwardly.

Now what should he do?, to be honest if he complained to his godfather all this would be done quickly. He had to go and ask her for help.

Don Carlo, his godfather will be able to solve all this, the old man does not know that Mayer has a relationship with one of the Italian mafia families, moreover, his relationship with don Carlo is quite sacred.

Mayer was raised by don Carlo, he became his godfather, he also brought him to the celebrity industry through all the connections he had, he said, but since Mayer moved to Chicago he has rarely contacted his godfather.

Don Carlo kept his distance from the mayer after his name began to shine, all for the good name of his godson, he did not want bad news to appear and affect his career.

But now he had no choice, to fight his manager of course he had to ask for help to a higher and powerful figure than him. A figure who can subdue the police and the law, as well as a network of connections in a strong government. There was no strong figure he knew other than don carlo. So tomorrow he will go to East Bay while visiting his godfather.

Mayer returns to his mansion in grantpark in south Chicago. Once there, he immediately relieved his emotions by playing the piano while looking for inspiration to write his new song.

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Tomorrow, East Bay, Genovese family's Anthony&Frank restaurant,

Two men wearing black suits with fedora hats were sitting on chairs near the stairs leading to the second floor, their eyes looking around watching the people's movements, they said, similarly dressed men were also seen at each end of the room in the restaurant.

In a room on the third floor at the very end of this restaurant there is an office, where Don Carlo always be there. That's why this place is so heavily guarded.

Don Carlo is sitting at his desk thinking about his children, Anthony is now 17, Anthony is growing up to his father's expectations, he didn't cause much trouble at school and was able to become the head of OSIS, making him a much-needed member of the family, an organizational ability, and a leader, his 16-year-old brother Frank became a troublemaker.

Don Carlo always felt dizzy when he thought about his second child, he was often involved in criminal acts with his friends even the latest he tried to steal a car that made him in custody for several weeks.

He always thought why he was desperate to try to steal a car that if sold would not be more than a few hundred dollars? And the money had to be shared with his comrades that he might only earn a few tens of dollars, whereas his father could give him a thousand dollars if he asked.

When he heard the news from Leo he immediately got angry and reprimanded his second child, but Frank always avoided he always replied "I don't want to hear it from a leader of criminals" Of course Don Carlo can't argue with his son.

Frank is very interested in the family business, Don himself can already guess, once out his second child it will definitely ask him to help family affairs. Thinking of this second child made Don sigh. Her thoughts turned to her youngest child, genovese carmela who was only 14 years old, she grew up to be just as beautiful a woman as her mother, Don often giving more attention to her daughter, who was her daughter, he didn't really understand women's lessons so he left it to his wife, but Don Carlo always reminded his daughter of family honor.

The sound of knocking on the door distracted Don Carlo.

"Don's emissary from the New York family wants to see you"

Don Carlo pinched his forehead, why did the mafia family from New York come here?, the new York mafia has been the center of attention throughout the 1920s in America, the, the rivalry between morello and D aquila has led to many tragedies.

"Please sign in" Don Carlo's orders. The door opened, a white-haired man walking into the office, followed by two of Don Carlo's men behind him, the messenger stood in front of Don's desk, one of Don Carlo's men standing right behind the messenger as if he were ready to stab his prey, the others closed the door of the room and stood there watching from behind.

Don Carlo gestured for the man to introduce himself.

"I am the representative of the D Aquila family, my name is Umberto Valenti"

Hearing that Don Carlo nodded, he knew who Umberto Valenti, one of the capos of Don Salvatore D aquila was. It seems that Aquila wanted to talk about something important to send her trusted subordinate directly, don Carlo then stood up from his work chair and sat on the sofa.

"Welcome to the East Bay, would you like a glass of whisky?" Don Carlo asked as he gestured for Valenti to sit in front of him.

"I don't think it's a problem" Valenti replied as he sat on the sofa.

Don Carlo told his men to take a bottle of whisky and two glasses from the cupboard, his men nodded he then took them and put them on the table while pouring them one by one into a glass.

"You're with the troupe?"

"Eight people are all downstairs, your people say only I can get in here,"

"You should have told me first, I can prepare a place for a meeting"

Valenti frowned "It seems Don aquila forgot to tell you"

Salvatore D aquila was the captain of the morello group, before he broke away from the morello family when the old fox giuseppe morello was imprisoned in 1910. through the criminal family he built he claimed the title capo de capi (boss of the boss) in newyork which was previously held by morello. In 1920 giuseppe was released and D aquila tried to kill him, causing conflict between the two families.

"He is very healthy, after all the situation in Newyork has died down enough, the war drains a lot of money and destroys a lot of business, we and morello feel that way"

"What purpose did you come to me for? " Task Don Carlo while gulping down his whiskey. Valenti's face turned serious.

"Business, Don Aquila wants to invite you to invest in the casino that will be built by the family D aquila in Brooklyn" Valenti sipped his whisky in honor of the Don.

"How much?"

"Eight hundred thousand dollars, you will get 45 percent of the ownership of the casino, for the security of the family D aquila will guarantee it, his, you can also put your people there to oversee the management of the casino" Valenti explained.

Don Carlo thought for a moment, the offer from the aquila family was quite attractive to him, in fact he already had an answer in his mind, he already had an answer, but he must hear the opinions of the counselors and the regimes first before making a decision.

"Tell D aquila, if Saturday I come to see him in New York I agree with the offer, but if I don't come that day you know what my answer is"

Valenti nodded at the answer, then drank back a mouthful of whisky, after which he stood up.

"It's an honor to meet you, I'll pass on the message to Don Aquila"

"Tell your men to order what they want, I'll pay for it"

"Grazie Don Carlo, we look forward to your answer" Valenti said as he walked back to the exit.

"Prego"

The bottom two follow Valenti out but Don Carlo calls one of them. The person called approached.

"Tell the regimes and Consigulere to gather here this afternoon" whispered Don Carlo to the man. He nodded and then left the room.

Don Carlo walked up to the bookshelf and saw his collection of books, his black eyes fixed on the black book called The inner law, William Harben's name was listed under the title and in 1915 he picked up the book and returned to his chair after which he read the book from the first page.

Page after page he had passed it for almost half an hour he read the book until the sound of knocking again distracted him.

"Sebastian Mayer wants to see you" said his men from behind the door.

"Have him come in" Don Carlo ordered him to put the book he read on the desk, after which he stood up from his chair.

The door opened again, the man with an undercut hair shave and a triangular face was smiling as he approached Don Carlo, Sebastian then hugged Don Carlo like a child who had just met his father after so many years.

"It's been two years that you haven't been back here, how's it going in chicago?" Don Carlo asked as he let go of his godson's embrace.

Mayer's happy-looking face turned grim. Seeing that change Don Carlo understood that his godson was in trouble. He poured whisky into the glass

"Is that the face that the artist just shone on?" Don Carlo gave the mayer a glass of whisky. He then drank one sip but his mouth still felt heavy to let out his complaints, finally he finished one glass directly.

"tell me what's going on?" Ask Don carlo.

After that Mayer sighed "it's about my manager, I'm stuck in a sleazy scheme, there's a big studio in California offering me a contract, they offered me a big part and I was interested in it, but the manager of my old studio knew it and didn't approve of it, I thought it wouldn't be too much of a problem because my contract with her was coming to an end, but she framed me, she took me out for a drink she said it was a celebration of my success and separation, he got me so drunk so it dawned on me that I had signed a new contract that didn't even benefit me at all, in that contract I only got a fraction of my work" Don Carlo kept quiet.

"I don't know what to do, he's threatening me with the law" Mayer continued.

Don Carlo then walked towards the window, his eyes watching the situation outside.

"Have you not been visiting for two years or telling me, now you've come to bring trouble?"

"No godfather, I'm here to visit you, you know I'm very busy writing songs, I spend a lot of time on that"

"Busy, yes I can understand that, do you know your little friend Santiago, now a truck driver?, is?, six months ago his mother died and you didn't come here to offer condolences to your best friend, how busy you are at least you can't forget the people closest to you"

Mayer listened to Don Carlo's words as he looked down, Don Carlo then approached the mayer.

"Now meet your best friend"

"But godfather, I need to get back to Chicago as soon as possible, that manager will be mad at me because I left without telling him"

"You're overworked, you're so focused on making money that you forget everything around you, there's one thing you have to remember sincerity can't be bought by money, now meet your best friend, fix your relationship with her,"

Mayer nodded weakly "good godfather" He was too focused on his career, if Don had not told him, he would not have known that his closest friend had experienced so much trouble.

"And when you get back to Chicago, all your problems will be solved" continued Don Carlo.

"Grazie godfather" Mayer said, kissing the hand of his godfather, after which he walked out of the room.

Don Carlo sighed, so many things he had to finish, he could take care of the manager after his business in New York was done. Don Carlo sat back in his chair, he resumed reading while he was accompanied by jazz music.