The Forelli Family Roleplay Thread

Tommy Forelli

The wind was clattering against the aging buildings as the torrential rain filled the streets with such convection in the rainfall a radioactive show of rain was bad news. Everyone remained indoors, hoping that the horrid rain would drift away. New York was now much smaller, but its population was slowly being regained. The derelict buildings were rebuilt into proper, solid housing as the image of the old Big Apple was being implemented into today’s one. The two main Casinos were always brightly lit up, the emblem beaconed an array of light throughout the city, making it look professional, developed and a good place for business. There was also a small NCR station in the town that would report some minor incidents but they were easily bribed by the man known as Don Forelli. The most feared name throughout the city, no one would cross him.

Tommy Forelli remained perched on his high chair like it was his throne, his Empire was begin to crumble and only he could stop it from disintegrating. He stood up and glared outside the window. He glanced around, his city, his empire, his destiny appeared in front of him. He had now made it and finally lay claim to his place as the man in control of everything. But with these perks came negative aspects. The loss of his mentor, never being able to truly trust somebody and the constant fear someone was trying to kill him. Tommy the leader of the most powerful family in New York had it all and he didn't care who got killed in the process all he wanted was his name to be feared by every man in the city.

A knock was heard on his private room as his wife walked inside, her blonde hair was beautiful and soft and her blue eyes enthralled Tommy the first time he met her. The mansion itself was massive, holding over twenty rooms it was Tommy's dream come true. His wife approached him, as she smiled she placed her hand on his shoulder trying to comfort the seemingly on edge Tommy.

"Tommy, you seem worried. Is everything alright?"

He pushed her away, his mind not functioning right as he received the letter from the NCR. The letter that contained information about him that only his closest associates would know. Tommy was enthralled as he came to conclusion there was a mole in the family. He looked at his wife as he held her tightly and revealed to her how he was feeling and his self-consciousness.

"Lisa, my men are outside in the lobby I need to talk to them. There is some business to discuss that is not relevant to you, so call them and please leave."

She turned her head in dismay, she was feeling disgusted that her husband would not trust her enough to tell her the severity of what was going on.

"Just remember Tommy, me and Joey are the ones who you should trust not push away. We're your family."

Tommy’s ego was once again controlling him, his obsessive nature was always a problem with him and his wife but she always somehow bulked up the confidence to confront him. She was now showing her resistance to the hold he had over her. She always believed Tommy was more than just some thug, she believed he could show emotion and function normally and show people that he could display some form of morality.

She left the room with her dignity intact. She stood up to her egotistical husband was something she felt was necessary to do. Tommy sat down in his chair, he grabbed his M1911 and loaded the clip. It was obvious Tommy was going to do something irrational, but he needed to for the sake of the family. He began reading over the letter from the NCR, contemplating her it would affect him and the family. He was already at war with the Gambino's he couldn't afford another enemy.

Dear Mr. Forelli,
I Colonel Adams of the New California Republic find it compulsory that I address you with the utmost of respect.
We have found some incriminating evidence against you for your racketeering, gambling and prostitution rackets which will lead to the eventual arrest of you and your associates.
But we don't want any more bloodshed, so if you could aid us by simply handing over all of your assets to us we will simply leave you and your family walk.
As for your associates they will be prosecuted and will serve their sentences in the NCR Correctional Facility.
So I hope you realize what the right thing to do is and you will prove more cooperative than I would expect you to be.

Yours sincerely; Colonel Adams

Tommy was now worried, his whole form of operations were on the brink of destruction. He needed to find the mole in the family and find who was giving the evidence to the NCR. He believed it was a soldier giving them it as he trusted his Consigliere and Capo’s too much. He knew they wouldn’t turn their back on him like that.

But this wasn’t the only problem that Tommy faced, the Gambino family was growing stronger and now that there was a war between the two families Tommy knew there would be bloodshed. He remained adamant on overcoming these problems and keep his business running. The family had not arrived yet and this angered Tommy. He was going to lose control if they did not enter the room soon enough.

EDIT: WOW! THAT WHOLE THE POST DOWN THE TRAIN! ARGHHH!!!

OOC: So, your character doesn't trust me? It's just that in the old family gangster films the Don places utmost confidence in his advisor, but if it's different it would be best I know in advance.

I left out a bit when pasting from Word, it's edited now so it should avoid confusion.

Sonny sat outside the Don's room, reading a magazine. A pre-war magazine, at that. Sonny was quite interested in pre-war America.

As Sonny was in the middle of reading about something called a "washing machine", the Don's wife emerged from the doors of the Don's room. Sonny jumped from his chair to greet her. He didn't get a chance when she first bustled past him to enter the room.

"Lisa, is everything all right with the Don?" Sonny asked. Lisa informed him that the Don needed to speak with his men. Sonny nodded and began fixing his suit.

Sonny had been the Don's Consigliere ever since Tommy Forelli claimed power from the previous Don. It was tragic, but Sonny would hardly deny that he didn't enjoy being close to the Don, close enough to know of small details that nobody else knew. It made Sonny "Lucky" Luciano, the once useful hitman, feel unbelievably powerful.

Sonny did also feel privileged. Before Tommy assumed control, Sonny was a simple footsoldier in the Falcone family, albeit a little subtler. And then he felt lucky, from travelling merchant to well paid hitman. Now, well paid hitman to one of the most powerful people in the most powerful family in New York.

Sonny adjusted his tie and turned to the other men in the lobby.

"Boys, I, as the Don's Consigliere, should enter the room first, find what troubles him. I will return." Sonny opened the great doors and, closing the doors behind him, approached the Don.

"Tommy, what seems to be the problem?"

Alexander Scalatti

Alex awoke to the wind and rain clanging against his big roof to floor window. He turned and saw his wife sleeping. I sure banged her well last night! Alex thought to himself as he rolled out of bed. He felt his chin, there was some stubble. Time to shave.

Alex entered the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a razor. He applied some shaving cream to his face, and began to shave. As he was shaving his chin, he cut himself. He threw the razor onto the counter in anger. Oh [censored]! Not again! He wiped down the blood and continued to shave.

After about three minutes, he was done. He took a shower. Afterwards, he entered his walk in closet. He picked out a brown suit, with a brown fedora to match. He left the bathroom, and walked over to his safe. He opened it and pulled out a Tommy Gun. After loading it, he left his apartment.

His office was on the same floor, so it did not take long to reach there. When he got there, he noticed there was a message for him in his cubby. He grabbed it, unlocked the door, and walked over to his desk. He placed the message onto the desk. He then walked over to the radio, placed a holotape from his collection, and turned it on. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2S1I_ien6A After turning on his radio, he walked over to his desk, plopped into his desk, and began to read the message.

Dear Alex

Its me, Tony, I well, I failed to get the case. That other family got their first, sorry. I will pay you back all of the money that was in the case. I accept full responsibility for my stupidity during the easy task you set me to do.

-Tony Ravellero.

"[censored] son of a [censored]!!!" Alex threw his fedora onto the desk. "Lucius! Come here!!!"

Alex's personal helper ran over to the desk. "Yes sir?"

"I want Tony here right now!"

Lucius ran out of the office. Damn! None of these newer [censored]s can't do anything right!

Tony sat in the basemant of his house, his basemant was like his sanctuary and his family knew not to disturb him while he was down there. Tony opened a briefcase that contained many canisters of Psycho, he took out only one and stabbed it into his arm and injected the Psycho. Immediately a euphoric rush went through his body for a few seconds, these few seconds where the number one reason Tony did drugs because during these few seconds nothing in the world mattered. After the rush of euphoria Tony felt numb and very light, as light as a feather, this feeling was followed by some small laughter but that laughter came to a end quickly. Tony could hear gunshots coming from upstairs. What the [censored]? Tony grabbed his revolver from the briefcase and slowly began to walk up the stairs but stopped once he heard someone turn the doorknob. He pointed his gun at the door and as soon as it opened he shot three times, a member from the Gambino family then collapsed to the ground Tony could then hear some men running towards the basemant door. Tony grabbed the dead Gambino Soldiers Shotgun and got out of the basemant a few seconds later a Gambino soldier came running around the corner and met his demise from the shotgun. Tony continued to walk forwards but was stopped by a man from behind him, Tony dropped the shotgun and turned around and punched the man in the face. The man stumbled backwards and pulled out a knife. [censored]!

The man lunged at Tony with the knife but Tony jumped backwards and into a mirror on the wall, Tony grunted from the pain but grabbed a shard of glass. He lunged at the Gambino thug but missed, the Gambino thug then sliced Tony’s arm. “[censored]!” yelled Tony, he then kicked the Gambino thug in the stomach then stabbed the shard of glass into the back of the neck. “[censored] [censored]!” Tony couldn’t hear anymore people coming so he ran to the living room only to find his wife and sons dead bodies. Tony was speechless, he couldn’t say anything all he could think was to go tell the Don what these Gambino bastards did. Tony left his house and ran as fast as he could to the Dons Mansion, it took a while at least an hour but Tony didn't stop running. Once he got to the Mansion he walked in and went to Don Forelli's door but was stopped by one of his guards.

"The boss is in a meeting." Tony just said [censored] and sat down.

OOC: I thought we were all supposed to be in the Don's mansion already?

Yeah I know, I explained that in my post they were in the lobby. It doesn't matter now people can make their own way there and wait outside while you and I talk about the NCR problem.

~Santo Segreti ~

The thin layer of grim distorted my view as I put on my suit, the whole apartment was decaying. The wood was rotten, the ceiling leaked, there were holes in the drywall. It wasn't the nicest setup, but it was one of the cheapest. And as cheap goes, it was going great.

If I were to leave today, get up and go, there wouldn't be a trace of me. It looked just like the day I moved in. Clean and up kept, I like things that way.

The boss wanted a meeting, good thing I was almost ready when I got notice. It takes me hours to dress, appearance is very important, at least in my book it is. I left the fedora at on the rack, a hate hats and they don't look good on me, and it's all about the look. What I picked up was my Colt Defender, it felt good in my hands, those eight steel, perfectly polished barrels were always a comfort to me.

It did not take me long to get to the office, I went straight there at a hurried pace, walking the city felt good know that I was in with the family. However, no one turned to look at me this morning, in fact the streets were almost completely deserted, probably cause of the awful downpour of rain.

It was challenging to get through the streets without getting wet, but I would like to think that Tommy Forelli would prefer me on time than dry. I arrived in the lobby moderately dry, just in time to see the Consigliere enter the Don's room.

Right on time then.

I moved slowly to go sit down next to my Caporegime.

All of a sudden, a ruffled man rushed through the door causing a nice commotion. He went immediately to the Don's door, but the men blocked him. He recognized the man as soon as he turned around, a Caporegime named Tony Leone. Famous for his violent urges and drug use, it seemed like he had been through one hell of a morning.

I noticed the gash in his arm, profusely bleeding. I got up quickly and moved toward him with fluid grace, I clapped him on the shoulder,

“Hey there, Tony. You wouldn't mind if I checked out your arm, would ya?”

Upon inspection I noticed it wasn't bad, just thin, long, and shallow. I try to be concerned about Tony, but was really worrying was the carpet he was going to ruin with blood spots.

“Can I get a bandage, Tony's got a nice gash in his arm.”

I stated this calmly and to no one in particular, though I began to grow increasingly nervous that the carpet would be spoiled. I shook my head, it was easy to see who did it. Probably some members from the rival family, Gambino.

They were at war with them, though these guys showed balls going after a Caporegime, judging by Tony's minor wounds, that they had been dealt with. My head went back to the meeting and my gut clenched,

Is that what the Don wants us for, have the Gambino's done something well outside of their precious range of attacks, is it serious now? Or is it because...

I shook my head, I would find out soon enough.

Tony was slightly startled by a touch on his shoulder, he turned around to see Santo Segreti who was just a Soldier in the family. “Hey there, Tony. You wouldn't mind if I checked out your arm, would ya?” Tony shook his head no then Santo asked no one in particular for a bandage but no one replied. Tony then decided to rip some of the cloth of his suit of from the cut part on his arm, "We will use this for now." said Santo. A few seconds later it was tightly wrapped over the cut. Tony backed up and sat on a chair, on his face was a blank expression. He was still in a serious state of shock after seeing his families dead bodies, his son and wife had been killed but Tony's daughter was still alive. He turned his head to Santo "The Gambinos sent some damn soldato's to assassinate me, they killed my wife and son."

Tony was slightly startled by a touch on his shoulder, he turned around to see Santo Segreti who was just a Soldier in the family. “Hey there, Tony. You wouldn't mind if I checked out your arm, would ya?” Tony shook his head no then Santo asked no one in particular for a bandage but no one replied. Tony then decided to rip some of his suit off from the torn portion on his arm. "We will use this for now" Tony said, seconds later it was tightly wrapped over the cut. "[censored]." said Tony, Tony backed up and sat on a chair, on his face was a blank expression. He was still in a serious state of shock after seeing his families dead bodies, his son and wife had been killed, thankfully Tony's daughter was still alive and well. Tony let out a deep sigh and turned his attention to Santo, "Your Santo Segreti right?" asked Tony.

Caporegime Frank "The Face" Vercelotti

The night was dark and damp, and Frank was completely drenched when he finally entered the Don's mansion. Crap, I hope he's not upset. he thought to himself, pulling off his overcoat and making his way to the Dons office. Outside the Don's room however, he was stopped.

"The Don's busy." he was informed.

Smiling politely, he sat down to wait, noticing the others waiting as well.

"Hey, what's going on, fellas?" he asked casually, crossing his legs and stretching his arms behind his head.

OOC: Sorry if this post is shorter than my last one

Alexander Scalatti

Alex was still steaming with anger when Lucius ran into the room, soaking wet. He took off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack next to the door.

"Alex, the Don would like to see you."

Alex looked up from the papers he was signing, "Do you know why?"

"Negative."

Alex groggily stood up, and put his trench-coat and fedora on. "Lucius, see to it that all of those papers get signed." Alex quietly shut the door and walked over to the elevator.

It was a three minute ride. When he left the elevator, he walked over to the lockers of the building. He grabbed a umbrella, walked over to the main entrance, and left the building. He ran the entire way.

As he neared the mansion, a big burly guard stopped him. "Whats your name?"

Alex sighed. "Alexander Scalatti [censored], just let me in!"

The guard nodded but was unhappy at the comment. Alex entered the mansion. He saw the don and several other mafia folk chatting. Alex walked over and leaned on the sofa.

"Heya, what are we talking bout' today?"

Anne Jungers

Anne folded up her umbrella as she entered the Don's mansion. She leaned it up against the wall inside the door, then made her way further inside. As she walked, she looked over her Marksman Carbine and Colt M1911, making sure they didn't get wet, and making sure they were loaded. She was finishing up the inspection of her Colt as she got into the room where the other members were assembled. She casually slid the handgun back into it's holster. She leaned up against a wall, keeping a slight distance from everyone else. She looked over the rest of them without opening her mouth, waiting for the Don.

Before the man could answer Tony's question three people came into the room, one said "Hey, what's going on, fellas?" the other "Heya, what are we talking bout' today?" A woman also entered the room but she kept to herself. Tony turned to the man who asked what was going on. "Whats going on? Whats going on? Those Gambino [censored]s thats what going on!" yelled Tony. He was filled with anger now, he was on the edge of snapping. "God dammit! I am going to kill every one of those [censored] bastards, one by one slowly! I'll teach them to [censored] with my family! NOBODY [censored]S WITH TONY LEONE!" Tony stood up and left the room, he went outside to get some fresh air and to cool down. As soon as Tony got outside he could see a drug dealer across the street, immediately after seeing this Tony approached the dealer.

"What you got?" asked Tony. His face was a bright red and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, he was furious and it intimidated the dealer. "Uh I got some Psycho, Jet and..". Before the man could finish Tony said "Give me some Psycho." The man reached into his backpack and once Tony saw the Psycho he grabbed his revolver and shot the man in the forehead, people around Tony either let out a scream or were too shocked to say anything. Tony grabbed some Psycho and injected it into his arm, this time he did two cannisters. Tony's head filled with euphoria and afterwards all he could think about was going to Don Gambinos house and killing him and his family one by one. Tony picked the bag of drugs up and returned the the room he was previously in. "I'm all calm now." said Tony with a light smile.

Alexander Scalatti

Alex glared as Tony entered the mansion, obviously very high on psycho. He stomped his way over to Tony Leone, and when he got to him, he leaned on the sofa.

"Tony, I heard that chems make you crazy." Alex said as he looked Tony straight in the eye. "Maybe you should stop? We have a war to fight, and we can't fight it if our mafia friends are dead, or on chems. Get a grip on yourself. You killed that guy in your rage. Calm the [censored] down man."

Tony Leone

Alexander Scalatti approached Tony and began to speak to him, the contents of his speech even further angered Tony. "Calm down? CALM DOWN! MY FAMILY WAS JUST MURDERED! My use of drugs is personal and I don't appreciate you commenting on it!" Snapped Tony, the Psycho had gotten to his head and the rage from his families deaths were not helping, normally he would of never spoke to another family member like this.

Tommy Forelli

Tommy remained leaned against his desk, he glared at his Consigliere and most trusted advocate Sonny Luciano. Tommy considered Sonny to be like a brother he felt it was always his responsibility to look after Sonny and so he did. Tommy knew Sonny was trustworthy, obedient and always willing to comply with his orders.

As Sonny gestured to Tommy showing respect to his don Tommy approached him and tried to explain what was going on and how the fate of the Forelli Family was on the line and more importantly was losing the battle so far. He motioned to Sonny as he put his hand on his shoulder. He whispered into his hair “Find out who the rat is Sonny and you’ll be graciously rewarded.” These words were spoken with intent, Sonny had a manipulative way that he could identify a snitch from a mile way. But now things were different, these were trustworthy men surely they would not betray their father like figure. Tommy proceeded back to his desk as he addressed Sonny with superiority.

“Sonny, you’re like a brother to me. Our kids go to the same school together, our wives are good friends. I’m calling upon you to do something for me that I’ve never asked of you before, something that retires great haste and ability on your behalf. This is of the utmost importance, you are required to become these men’s greatest friend and earn their trust. I don’t care if we have to wait until after this war with the Gambino’s to find the rat but when we do their will be repercussions for whoever the culprit is. So I hear Tony’s [censored] up on drugs again aye? This is unacceptable and I’m not going to tolerate it anymore. If he doesn’t get his act on order we’re gonna’ have to take him out. It’s not something I want to do but if it’s needed to be done I won’t have a problem in getting rid of the problem. So call the rest of the guys in I need to speak with them about the current situation and I’ll need to see you again privately later.”

Tommy wrapped these orders out with content, showing his aggressive streak. As Sonny left the room Tommy walked over to the curtain, admiring the ancient designs implemented into a simple piece of cloth. He felt weak and the sudden sense of danger, all he could see were bullets flying at the window he lunged to the floor immediately barely dodging them as he hid under his desk. This was a cheap shot by the Gambino’s and a foolish act on their behalf, with the failed assassination attempt over Tommy still felt shock, especially when he was alerted to the danger so swiftly.

As the other members rushed in the door two soldato’s helped Tommy up as he looked at his men. These men all looked innocent yet one of them were deceiving him. This all happened too fast as Tommy felt faint, he collapsed to the floor seemingly motionless he was helped up once again as the man sat him down in the chair.

“This is the respect I’m showed? In my own home where my wife sleeps, where my children play, where my aging mother comes to visit. How dare anyone even attempt to take a shot at me, I’m the man in charge of this empire, me, I gave you all jobs, I provided you with wealth beyond your wildest dreams and this is how you repay me? Whoever the [censored] rat is for the NCR I advise you watch your back because Tommy Forelli is a man not to be [censored] with. In two days we’re going West, we’re gonna’ pay the NCR base a little visit and give um’ a little sum of money to forget about our presence here. Yes I know, it seems inadequate that we’re surrendering our dignity to these moronic idiots but we’re not stupid. I’ve consulted Sonny and there is no other way, paying off these [censored]in idiots will solve at least one of our problems. So we’re a commission, we’re going to be diplomatic about this. So what do you think we should do about these NCR Peasants? Because once we deal with them we’re goin’ for the [censored]in Gambino’s.”

Tommy walked back and was open to the idea of discussing how they as a unit could resolve the NCR problem any other way, but he knew deep down they would have to bribe them to maintain their presence in the city. He sat down on his chair and stoked his chin hoping someone would come up with a good idea that would prove to be beneficial in stopping this threat before it worsened which was Tommy’s intention from the start.

OOC: Where do I fit in this?

Sonny "Lucky" Luciano

Sonny exited the Don's room and entered the lobby, where two men, Tony Leone and Alex Scalatti, were engaged in some kind of verbal battle, no doubt started by Tony. It was true, his drug habits were out of control. It pained Sonny to consider, but there was a chance that Tony would end up with a bullet in his head at the hands of his own family.

Sonny raised his hand and everybody quieted down. The Don was worried. Not only was Tommy Sonny's greatest and most trusted friend, he was the Don of a major crime family, and he had placed responsibility to Sonny to find the snitch. Sonny did not know for who the snitch worked with, and didn't dare interrupt Tommy, but Sonny hoped that whoever it was fell to a bullet of Sonny's. Betraying your own family is the most despicable action possible.

Sonny studied the boys who had made the time to show up. The hulk of a man and relative newcomer Santo Segreti, quick to anger Alexander Scalatti and drug-addled psychopath Tony Leone. The family composed of much more members, but currently Sonny only had them to work with.

"The Don has asked to see you in his room. Alex, you are free to enter. I need a word with Santo and, firstly Tony," Sonny boomed. He had always attempted to be friendly with family members, and had with Alex. They weren't exceptional friends, but he was largely a good kid.

Sonny refocused his attention to the task at hand. He studied Tony and instantly realised he was high. This may take longer than I thought, Sonny mused as his temper rose.

Segreti, I'll actually need some alone time with our friend here. The Don awaits," said to Santo and gave him a respectful nod. When Santo disappeared into the Don's room, Sonny turned to Tony.

"I am the Don's right hand man. You respect me don't you Tony?" Before Tony had a chance to respond Sonny struck him in the face with his right fist and grabbed him by the scruff of his suit.

"Don't lie to me Tony. You turn up in the Don himself's mansion high on jet, or psycho, or whatever the [censored] it is. What the [censored] is wrong with you?"

Anne Jungers

Anne watched over the fight between Sonny and Tony. Her sympathies obviously lied with Sonny, since she hated drugs and all who used them, but she just sat back and chuckled, enjoying the show. "What goes around, comes around." She mumbled. She also noticed that the two others, Alex and Segreti, were called in to see the Don. Wonder why I wasn't called. Probably because I'm a girl. She shrugged.

After Tony freaked out on Alexander he was called into the room to talk with the Don, Tony sat back down in his seat and almost instantly zoned out, the only thing he could think about was his families dead bodies on his living room floor, the drugs were the only thing keeping Tony from breaking down. Sonny the Dons right hand man knew that Tony was high, he approached Tony and said "I am the Don's right hand man. You respect me don't you Tony?". But before Tony could reply Sonny hit him and the face and grabbed the scruff of his suit. What the [censored] is this guy doing? Sonny then said "Don't lie to me Tony. You turn up in the Don himself's mansion high on jet, or psycho, or whatever the [censored] it is. What the [censored] is wrong with you?"

Tony violently pushed Sonny off of him and punched him back and then immediately started to yell at him, "What the [censored] is wrong with me? [censored] you! MY BUSINESS IS BUSINESS! I DO WHAT I WANT TO DO. I ain't even plan to be here today but my family was killed by those Gambino bastardos so don't you go laying your hands on me you [censored] [censored]!" yelled Tony. The Psycho had really gotten to him, he had no control over what he was doing.

~Santo Segreti~

I tightly wrapped a piece of Tony's own suit around the cut, staunching the flow of blood. That was good, though Tony still seemed royally pissed off. I wanted to ask what happened but held my tongue in my cheek, you had to be smart to survive in this world. Survival of the fittest, and sometimes the wise thing to do was say nothing.

I watched Alexander Scalatti, another Caporegime, enter. I wasn't much of a mathematician, but was I the only Soldato here? I guess I was pretty important for my rank than, most of these people flat out, outranked me. I didn't show any signs of nervousness, I was personally asked for by the Don, I had a right as much here as anyone else.

I woman opened the door, Anne Jungers, another...drum roll please...Caporegime! The only woman Caporegime as a matter of fact, I made sure to know each and every Caporegime, even if they didn't know me. It was best to know who your superiors are.

"NOBODY [censored]S WITH TONY LEONE!"

I slowly turned to watch the man leave, Tony, in my humble opinion, was unsuited for this job. I take it he was having a heated argument with Alex, but I can't believed he stormed out like a child, I mean the Don himself asked for him.

Luckily he returned, his eyes visibly glazed. I sighed, if he couldn't keep clean long enough to talk to the Don, then what the hell was he doing in the family? Someone needed to teach him self control, all I could do was shake my head.

The door to the Don's room opened and out came Sonny, I man I respected and the Don's most trusted adviser. He came at just the right time as a fight was bout to break up

“Segreti, I'll actually need some alone time with our friend here. The Don awaits," Sonny nodded.

I nodded back in respect and took look one last look around the room, raising my eyebrow at Anne and shrugging towards Frank,

I guess the Don just wants me and Alex.

I held my breath, my chest was thumping a mad cadence, I entered the room. The whole time I would be with him would be with my best manners, and utmost respect.

“Don Forelli, you requested me. May I ask as to the problem?”

Frank "The Face" Vercelotti

"Whats going on? Whats going on? Those Gambino [censored]s thats what going on!" Tony cried in response to Franks casual inquisition."God dammit! I am going to kill every one of those [censored] bastards, one by one slowly! I'll teach them to [censored] with my family! NOBODY [censored]S WITH TONY LEONE!" he barked, before storming out into the rainy night.

Simply shrugging, Frank remained in his seat, relaxing as he waited for the Don. A gunshot was heard from outside, but he didn't even flinch. Oh, Tony. What are we going to do with you? he wondered, as if he had done nothing more than throw a tiny tantrum, rather than killing someone. He entered the room shortly after the shot was heard.

"I'm all calm now." he smiled faintly.

"Well that's great, but it can't be too good for business if you're out shooting up the city, Tony." The Face reasoned smoothly, trying to use his suave to talk some sense into the man, while Alex did the same. He then pulled out a cigarette from his pack, lit it and took a drag. "Besides, we can deal with the Gambinos. We have me!" he joked cockily.

Tony however simply snapped once more, this time at Alex in particular. "Calm down? CALM DOWN! MY FAMILY WAS JUST MURDERED! My use of drugs is personal and I don't appreciate you commenting on it!" he yelled.

"Damn it Alex, keep your trap shut, will ya?" Frank grimaced, standing up and walking towards Tony to put an arm around his shoulder, and whisper in his ear, trying to calm him back down once more. "Listen Tony, Gambino bastards are easy to get rid of. This is just part of business, you need to stop stressing it so much. As for Alex, he's just trying to help, buddy." he told him, trying to appeal to his senses.