
Afternoon
In a luxurious mansion in the district of Seven village, home to a man who held an important position in the Genovese family, Leo Luciano was wearing a black suit stelan while looking at his reflection from behind a mirror.
He was getting ready because Don Carlo had asked himself to come to the office. Usually he was always by the Don's side, but from the morning after meeting with the new mayor Daniel Sammuel who would be on the list of people who would receive the part, he said, after previously Don offered a large enough money for the mayor. After the meeting, Luciano went straight home after telling Don Carlo the results of his deal.
Luciano then tidied up his short hair, and tightened a red tie with a black pattern on his neck, after rechecking his appearance he then came down from the second floor, greeting his wife connie Luciano, his 15-year-old son, Giovanni Luciano, was reading a novel in the middle of the room.
"There's an important meeting, maybe I'll go home tonight" Luciano said, kissing his wife's forehead.
"Alright, take good care of yourself" replied his wife, the tragedy eight years ago still remembered in his memory, at that time Luciano almost died in an attempted murder by the torento family, who had been killed by the, a tragedy that brought East Bay in a war between 4 mafia families for one year. Luciano nodded at his wife's words, taking his black fedora hat hanging from an iron pole near the front door. After wearing a hat he opened the door, outside the house two people in long black robes were standing waiting for Luciano, they were his personal guards.
"What about the car?" Luciano asked as he walked to the front gate of his house followed by his two bodyguards in the back.
"It's parked in front of Mr. Consigluere"
Arriving at the gate, a luxury limousine model L Lincoln manufacturer shiny black has been parked there. Luciano got into the car and sat in the back followed by two of his bodyguards. After that the car drove away from the luxurious mansion.
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Within a few dozen minutes of Luciano's trip to Don's Italian restaurant, the driver parked the limousine in the restaurant's front parking lot. Luciano got out of the car and walked inside while being followed by two of his bodyguards.
Leo quickly ascended to the third floor where the Don's office was located, while the two guards mingled with the other genovese groups downstairs.
Arriving upstairs, the two guards sitting at the door of Don's office reflexively looked at Luciano, knowing who was coming they immediately opened the door for him.
" Buon pomeriggio Don Carlo" Sapa Luciano.
"Good afternoon too Luciano" replied Don Carlo, gesturing with his hand to sit on the sofa.
Don Carlo took a bottle of wine from the cupboard and put it on the table. He then sat in an armchair, lighting a cigar at NobIL.
"From a long time ago until now, you still use the cigar, do you not want to try the cigar havana?" Ask Leo while putting a pack of his cigars on the table.
"I've tried that before, but the cigar made my throat hurt"
The two of them chatted while waiting for the lieutenants to come.
After a few minutes the important men of the genovese group had gathered in Don Carlo's study, and now they were sitting on a circular sofa. With a glass filled with wine in each person on the table, the Don then opened the conversation.
"Auto from D aquila came to me, they offered us to invest in the construction of a casino in Brooklyn, they said I would get forty-five percent of the share if we invested eight hundred thousand dollars in their project, so I called you, give me your opinion"
Tessio being the first to express his opinion of the "casino business? It's very profitable I don't care about it it looks like the family d aquila can be trusted"
All three of his lieutenants nodded at Tessio's opinion, the capos seemed to have no problem with it don carlo then took the biscuits from the jar on the table and ate it, his eyes fixed on Leo, his eyes fixed on him, he wanted to hear the opinion of the Consigluere.
"And you think leo?"
"To be honest my opinion is the same as what Tessio says, casinos are a profitable business, we have gambling operations at every bar, speaksy and restaurant we have on the West Side, seven village and harlem, we also have a portion of stock in California casinos all of it makes a lot of profit, there is no harm in us investing in the family d aquila"
"Then can you give me a little picture?" Don Carlo asked while drinking his wine.
"Fatty-five percent and eight hundred thousand dollars I think we'll make a profit after three or four years, but if the casino is added with liquor and other businesses it will recover in at least a year or two, for the procurement of other operations you have to talk about it first with don aquila."
After the prohibition of liquor in America was enacted from 1920 which was then mandated in the Eighteenth Amendment of the United States Constitution. , the sale of alcoholic beverages was done clandestinely, in secret, but from the prohibition rules that the mafia families get a big profit, they make, mix, roll and smuggle liquor from outside, and sell it at a high price to buyers, he said, although the prohibition rules have been in effect, people still buy the drink, especially during the winter.
Mafia families make millions of dollars from this activity, with money that they can buy laws, police and politicians in the region where they operate, that is why in those days alcohol was a very profitable business.
"There is one thing that may be a problem, the enemy of the d aquila may consider us a threat, this is the same as strengthening our relationship with them" continued Leo.
"I'm interested in business not for trouble in New York as long as they don't drag me into their affairs, the genovese and Aquila relationship is just limited to business relations no more and no less" Don carlo.
Don Carlo then plays a gold ring attached to his ring finger "are there any other opinions or questions?" Leo and his regimes shook their heads.
"Well, I'm glad to hear your opinion, Saturday I'll go to New York for my escort Leo and Tessio's group, after that I'll go to chicago"
"Chicago?" Ask leo.
"Yes, there's business to be done there,"
"For your entourage to bring how many people from my group?" Ask tessio.
"Twelve people is more than enough" replies Don Carlo, who was followed by a nod by tessio.
Over the next two hours their conversation began to change about the expansion plans for operations in the territory of the Paul regime. Don Carlo wants to strengthen the influence of the genovese family in the district of harlem, after smuggling businesses, trade unions, leeches and gambling operations, Don Carlo wanted to build a new distillery there that would produce luiquor.
Don Carlo then asked Paul "do you have a good place for our operation?"
Paul Castelano thought for a moment, before he finally opened his mouth, "The apartment block near the port is the right place, it will not raise much suspicion"
"I leave that to you, to the workers and the security and running of the production"
"All right"
"I don't think there's anything we're going to discuss anymore, we're going to end this meeting"
They all stood up quickly, after which they toasted and drank the wine in their glasses until it ran out.
"Then we say Don" said Tessio, nodding Don Carlo.
Regimes quickly walked out of the room, leaving only Leo the Consigluere with Sang don in the room, Don returned to his desk.
"I want you to take clean money out of my account tomorrow, a million and a half dollars"
"You don't want to use dirty money for this?"
"No this is an official agreement, and there's also something else I have to do" Don Carlo replied. Leo nodded in understanding, he then sat down at his desk to take care of the disbursement of the money requested by the Don.