Mafia Italia

Giancarlo de Luca

The table they were sitting around took up most of the spacious dining room the de Luca family used for their more private dinners. They had venues all over the city for political rallies endorsed by the family and the like, but this was where the real business was discussed.

At the moment, nine of them were seated at the table. Giancarlo sat at the head. On his left sat Valeria, Damarco, Bianca and Nico. On his right sat Isabella, Lucio, Dante and Fabian.

Lucio, Dante and Valeria were playing games with little Damarco, and oohing and aahing appropriately when he produced a pile of pictures he’d done in daycare. Everyone talked about how their personal lives were going, and all mention of family activities was left aside out of respect for Valeria and Damarco.

Giancarlo personally found it amazing that he’d been able to hide the truth from his oldest daughter for so long, but then, he’d gone to some significant lengths to do so.

He barely noticed Nico down the end of the table, more or less isolated from the rest of the conversation. He was sitting as though in his own world, picking at his food and seeming to stare straight through it.

After a while, Isabella turned from her talk with her husband and looked across to her youngest child. “You are working tomorrow, Nico?”

He nodded once, not even bothering to look up, “Station’s been busy, lately. They need every pig they can get.” Nico worked for the Chicago Police Department, it was his cover occupation. They didn't know who Nico was, but he'd brought in enough badly beaten criminals to make everyone think he was just a seriously hard line officer. Only his partner knew the truth, a made man in the de Luca mafia who took his patrols solo whenever Nico needed to perform his real role.

A moment later, Fabian’s phone rang. He glanced up at the head of the table. Giancarlo had leaned forward in his chair, propping his head up with one hand. He was massaging his temples with his fingers. Keeping his frustration in check. He’d told his consigliore time and again to turn off his phone at the dinner table. After a moment, he sat back, smiling, “Go ahead, Fabian. I’m sure it’s important.”

The consigliore nodded and left the room, returning five minutes later to mutter something in the don’s ear. “Not until dinner’s finished.” Giancarlo replied, waving Fabian back to his seat, “We can’t work all the time.”

Inside, he was steaming. What on earth is the Irishman thinking? Killing a recruit for no reason? And we only had six anyway? He looked down the table at Nico, not registering his behaviour, only his role in the family, Maybe Irish Jack needs to be reminded of his place. His eyes shifted to Lucio, And maybe it’s about time my heir learned to give orders to family members, the same way I had to learn.

**EDIT: Changed Nico's cover job to cop.**

Jack

I walked into the Don's office. As usual the Don was with a cool head and smart smile.

"Jack, Jack, Jack when will you learn you can't go around killing people" The Don said.

"I can and I do now yell at me and send me on my way" he shook his head.

"you need to learn your place, you filthy Irish bastard" The Don shouted when I had been recruited hundreds would be lined up and even if they failed to look interested in what they were doing they would be shot in cold blood but times were changing. As I was about to reply I felt strong firm hands grab me I struggled but it was the Don's two personal body guards I was strong but not that strong. The Don invited his son Lucio in and pointed to me.

"My son this is an example of a problem and what do you do when you find a problem? you fix it" With that Nico took a baseball bat it was signed my every member of the Chicago team in fact if I remember correctly it had been used to kill at least six of them as well. He swung the Bat and hit me in the face breaking my nose he whacked me in the stomach and both the legs.

"Jack you need to learn your place" The Don said as Nico flicked out a knife and grabbed by little finger slicing it off.

"that's for killing the guy and this is for disobeying my orders" The Don said and then Nico took my middle finger and sliced that off to. He smiled and his body guards took me away to bandage the wounds.

*I know this might seem trivial, but jok101, could you change it to Nico who hits Jack and cuts of his fingers? It's just that, as I said in his profile, the Don doesn't like doing that stuff himself.*

*How many Russo people are there? Right now its only me and Moonlight posting.*

Adamo Russo:

Nothing was turning out as he planned. Adamo usually didn't like getting involved with the drug trade, but last night at the warehouse, it had seemed necessary. Of course Catarina had been angry to be 'stooping to their level' as she had said. But he was the Don of this family and he did what was his decision not his twenty one year old daughter's.

He took a long drag from his cigar before turning back to the matter at hand. "Don? Don, were you listening?" Gennaro, the family lawyer, asked. He wasn't as much a lawyer as he was a spy.

"Hmm? Oh, yes,"Adamo replied, getting out of his chair behind the desk. He put his his cigar in the ash tray, or threw it,"and are you positive of this information, Gennaro?"

"Yes."

Adamo still couldn't believe it. How could they have let his wife and son's murderer live for all these years. Four years to be exact. Something inside him boiled over and he snapped. His fist came down hard on the chess table Gennaro was sitting next to. It shook before tumbling over.

"How could this have happened? I clearly remember giving the order four years ago for that man, creature, demon- to be thrown into the damn river!" His voice skipped three octaves as it grew in pitch,"I want that bastard found. I want him to die the same way my family died!"

They were both frozen for a moment. The tension visibly filled the room. Adamo took his seat again and massaged his temples, taking another drag from his cigar as he did so. A knock echoed on the door, then another and the butlers voice could be heard.

"Sir, I have miss Catarina here."

"Very well. Send her in."

*My next post will contain the mission*

Special Agent, Alexis Blake

Alexis’s timid secretary followed a soft knock on the door, “Agent Blake, the captain would like to see you and your partner in Headquarters.”

Jake flopped his feet down on the floor and twisted his neck to see who was talking. “Well, I guess that means us,” he turned back to Alexis and smiled. She hated having a partner and he knew it.

“Yeah,” she stood up, rustling underneath her desk for her high heels that she’d kicked off earlier, “let’s go get ‘em partner,” she said dryly.

Alexis lead the way, going through various high security doors, using passwords and voice recognition. All of which Alexis found irritating and a waste of time. Wouldn’t they have noticed by now if I were not really Alexis Blake? For goodness sakes, there’s security when you pull into the parking lot, when you walk through the first three doors and again when you get into your office! Her thoughts were exasperated.

Both agents signed in, yet again, before they opened the last door to Headquarters. Looking down the balcony Alexis was not surprised to see how Headquarters was packed full of stressed-out, uptight agents. It’s like a lion’s pit, she thought while making her way down the stairs, Jake following closely behind.

“Agent Blake,” a tall burly man called, while pulling at the neck of his tie like it was suffocating him. Alexis was looking at the countless flat screens, displaying different situations, warfare, drug-busts and other missions. The Captain waved his hand in the air, once again demanding their attention.

“Captain,” she nodded as she approached him, realising only now that he was much older than she was, much more aged. Silently she wished that the job would never make her look like that.

“Glad you’re back, Agent Blake,” he gave an honest smile but there was a hint of mischief behind it, a sense of plotting. Agent Blake was the best he had. She dealt with a lot of stuff for being a woman but he knew just as well as everyone that she was better than a man was at her job.
Her good looks created a dangerous weapon. On top of it all, she was well educated, quick with the gun and any other weapon you threw at her and most exhilarating, she drove as if she was in NASCAR.
The day she didn’t come back from a mission would be the day Captain Johansson would respectfully retire.

“Same here,” she said honestly.

“Love the smell of a bad guy’s blood in the morning.” Jake, added looking at one screen that was following a foreign situation, somewhere in the midst of Africa. They’re probably fighting over something stupid like diamonds. Alexis hated that part of war but in this world, fighting for money was inevitable. She had to admit she never struggled financial but she still believed if you were going to fight for something why not fight for something that is important. Money comes and it goes with rescission's, things like family and love, that’s worth picking up a gun for. That’s what she was doing there; she was fighting for the family.
Killing one malevolence person to save one innocent, maybe even more than one, she continued to ponder.

Fi Russo

I sat on the rocking chair Cat was sitting in when she left. The house was quiet at first but then the familiar yelling of Adamo Russo could be heard.

I couldn't figure out exactly what he was saying but I knew it was important. I could almost see the redness in his eyes and the tight shape of his iron fist.

Adamo was the Don of course. He knew everything and was the head of everything. At times, I feel jealous of Cat. Her father could let her in on every single mission and could actually be a part of everything.

I, on the other hand, only knew about some missions and that's not even the ones I get to get in on. My hands instinctively curled around the side of the rocking chair and gripped it with all my might in anger.

There was still some remnant of blood on my hand from the guy's nose that I punched at school.

I released my hand from the chair to see a scarlet stain.

Shoot, it was obviously a nice chair.

I exhaled and waited patiently for Cat to come back. We were having so much fun.

No Fi, you know you can do more than that. There's no way Adamo is going to let you in on this important stuff. You gotta take this into your own hands.

I tried to push the voice away but it wouldn't budge. I got up from my chair and walked over to the room Adamo and Cat were in. It wasn't hard to find. I put my ear to the door right when Adamo's voice was getting quiet.

Catarina Russo~

Rau left, shutting the door behind him.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting, father, but I thought you wanted to see me."I spoke with what little manners I had, since Gennaro was still in the room. he might be my dad's lawyer, but he wasn't trustworthy. At least not to me. Plus his face always reminded me of a rat.

"No, your fine so sit down; I have something to tell you."He paused, taking on a somewhat more sympathetic tone,"I got some news today about a De Luca assassin."He took a drag of his cigar and released. My father's hands shook ever so slightly and I decided maybe a chair would come in handy. I plopped down.

"Yeah, so what? Let me guess you need me to kill him? Dad, it's no big deal you don't have to get all-"

"Will ya shut up!"He shouted. My mouth snapped shut. I didn't understand, why was he making such a big deal over this mission? Gennaro tightened the grip he had on the armchair next to me. Why is everyone acting so weird?"The assassin I'm talkin about, Cat, he..he killed...he killed your mother and Antonio,"He whispered the last words. For a long moment I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. That wasn't possible; he had to be wrong.

"But I thought....wasn't he....didn't we..."None of the words would come out so I just sat, twirling my knife, staring into nothingness. It took a second, but I felt the tears coming. I swiped at them as they tumbled from my eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

"Now hold on Cat. I won't say anymore till Salvatore shows up." The Don said nodding toward Gennaro for reasons I didn't know, nor care at this point.

**This post is dated later in the night, probably around 11:00PM. My next one will be in the morning at 3:40AM. I'm just saying so there is no confusion on the date and time. Also is it called Chicago Bay? Or do they just call it Michigan Lake? I know there's the Chicago river that loops downtown in the Chicago area. I was just curious. Anyways, I called the harbour 'Chicago Bay'. Oh, and I know this is somewhat trivial but I will probably be changing where she lives once she goes undercover**

Special Agent, Alexis Blake

Alexis was exhausted, all day at work she got the short end of the stick. She was pushed off every profile she wanted because of some smug guy in a knockoff Dolce and Gabbana suit. She hated that, she hated knockoffs. It was so fake - just like all of them. There was no reason any Special Agent couldn’t afford the real deal.

The Captain was pushing her to take a profile she didn’t want, another major car theft. She knew her and Jake could handle it, since they’ve done a few before but she wanted something new. She wanted to show Jake what else is out there: human trafficking, gorilla warfare, anything new to make the hair on his neck stand up.

For five months now, on and off, she’s been working on a case. Building up Intel that she’s collected on the side.
Intel revolving around a crime scene that has directly affected her life, the Russo Mafia.
Ever since she’s had access to Cold Case files she’s dug her hands in the mud and looked into her sister’s death. Alexis never told her father the ‘assumptions’ the FBI had on who killed her but, the signs clearly pointed to the Russo family, one of the most ruthless families in the Italian Mafia.


The private elevator opened to Alexis’s penthouse apartment on the shore of the Chicago bay. Taking off her jacket, heels, and throwing her keys on a table, she made her way to the west end to see the view. She left the lights off, leaving the city nightlife to radiate throughout the apartment.

Most people would have killed to live in a penthouse with this view, 360 degrees of windows. Alexis bought it for a more sentimental value. It served as a reminder of how many bodies have been dropped in the bay, frozen over in the winter and forgotten about in the summer.
She got it to look down on the criminals, driving Cadillac’s and hiding behind money.
Her house was a panoramic view of everything she fought against. It was deceivingly beautiful.

Sitting down on her favourite white leather chair she took her water bottle and sucked it back, picturing something stronger, something with a kick.

**I'm going to mimic Telina's idea here, and put times on my post.**

Nico de Luca - Thursday night, About 8:30 pm

Blood slid along the gleaming blade of the knife in his hand with elegant care, beading at the point of it before dripping down to the polished wooden floor. Nico had deliberately chosen a spot over the floor to cut off the man's fingers where blood wouldn't run off onto his father's prized carpet. Or worse, his high-backed chairs.

And yet there wasn't even the slightest nod of gratitude from the Don. The old man hadn't even noticed Lucio's horror-struck face. Instead, he had turned to look out the window of his study, leaving Nico to look sideways at his older brother.

Well, well. Mister Perfect's not so great after all. I knew you were blind, Lucio. Father says, "Tell Nico to put the Irishman back in his place". You tell me to without hesitation. You think, "How bad can it be?" Nico's eyes blazed as he continued glaring at Lucio peripherally, I've still seen worse than you, you smug bastard.

Lucio's fingers twitched, summoning a bodyguard to his side, "C-clean that up..." he stammered, pale faced. Nico could see that he was trying to prevent himself from puking. No one would look favourably on that.

**Friday Morning, 9:15 am**

"Take a guess at what case has come up." Nico's partner said, smirking. Ever the joker, Nico knew the only reason they were paired was because he was the most loyal cop to the de Luca's.

Nico hated him. He was too happy. He kept his arms folded and stared at a blank spot of wall, chewing a piece of gum.

"See, that's what I like about you!" The other man said, "You already know, and you know I know, so you don't bother wasting time!" He laughed, although there was a tinge of nervousness to it.

Nico kept chewing. His partner stayed in the door for a moment, then broke out in a grin, "You're a real joker, aren't you? Right - they've found out about the Santorini quadruple murder case. Dom Santorini and three others found dead in the basement of his ratty little apartment block. Santorini bore a mark on his forehead - in his own blood - that has been connected to the assassin known as 'Il Serpente'. So it was a gangland killing, in other words." He sniggered, "Who knows, maybe they'll catch the sneaky devil this time."

"Maybe." Nico mused, "What've we got to work on today?"

*note: Dominica is a Russo only by marriage, so her immediate family are Morettis, not Russos.

Dominica Russo

It was 5.45; time to start moving. It was taking me so much longer to get up the stairs these days that I had to plan in advance. I hated not being able to move as freely as I wanted. I ascended the stairs, clutching the banister to help myself along, and entered mine and Nestore's bedroom. I had to sort through the dresser drawer sitting on the piano stool which Nestore had brought up for me. The knife lay at the top, wrapped in a length of soft purple material. I slipped it into the sheath which was fastened to teh belt which I really didn't need now, and tigged my shirt down over it, then dragged myself downstairs again to sit in the kitchen and wait.

I sat, I got up, I sat again, I got up, I made three sandwiches which I didn't really want until I'd taken my first bite. When I looked at the clock again, it was 6:10. Where was he? If anything had happend.. I took a deep breath before going for the phone book. I really didn't want to have to make the call. I really didn't want to have to do anything these days. Sighing in frustration, I dialled Salvatore's mobile. It rang five times before he picked up.

"Learn to answer your phone," I snapped the minute he said hello. "Have you seen Nestore? He was meant to be home by now."

There was a noise from outside. "Hang on one sec..."

Joah de Luca

She glanced at her father as he ignored her, and raised a brow 'see, this is why I don't come here anymore.'

Joah shrugged, just glad that it got her off the hook anyway, and sat Damarco down. She kissed his forehead and sent him off into the other room. A smile spread across her face as she turned and made her way back to the front door and outside. It was only about 645, so not much time had been wasted.

She sun was setting in the background and shining brightly into Joah's dark, glamorous eyes as she pulled her sunglasses out of her purse and slide them onto her face. Everything darkened a little, and she liked that--she missed the dark on occasion.

Joah slid her hand back into her purse and spent a few moments fishing around, finally laying a hand on her cellphone. She was hungry, and sure that Sal was probably starving by then--they usually ate over a hour earlier.

She flipped into her contacts and chose the top speed-dial, her husband Sal.

Sending the call, she pressed the phone to her ear and resituated her purse on her shoulder.

*oh...well then I need to change my character big time. I wish I realized that sooner. If Fi is Dominica's sister, she has no part in the mafia stuff in the first place.*

Jack- Thursday afternoon

I walked into the Don's office again with a thick bandage around my hand.

"Don" I said kissing his hand and bowing slightly.

"Jack, you may be a Irish scumbag but you demand respect and I respect that of you but you have to learn your place is at my side" The Don finished and I kissed his hand again, behind me stood Nico.

"What do you want Don" I asked, he nodded and looked away at the window.

"I'm afraid that my son has gone soft Lucio must be killed to save him from himself you understand Jack but you must make it the perfect death" I nodded again and stood up. I could feel Nico flaring he of course had always wanted to kill his brother Lucio. I left already planning the death in my head.

Lucio walked into his apartment and into the kitchen. I quickly walked up to him he turned around and I stabbed him piercing his heart so he couldn't scream. I grabbed his collar and threw him into the living room were he doubled over into the glass table smashing it. My gun fired three times one in the heart, the second in the head and the third in the neck.

*hope this is okay*

JC, could you then make a different character who is involved in the Russo family?