Capítulo 11: Chapter 11: Five Years Info Dump
September 1st 1932,
"Slick, it's never gonna happen." Edward scoffed with crossed arms while sitting in the back seat of the car.
"He isn't called Slick for nothing, a fiver says Slick pulls it off." Rocco held up five dollars as Jake chuckled.
"I got ten on Slick." Jake held up a ten dollar bill as Edward shook his head and pulled out fifteen bucks.
"Alright Slick, let's see if you got what it takes to bag the original Doll, Dolly Henderson." Edward reached and slapped fifteen dollars onto the dash of the expensive Cadillac V-16.
"Prepare to lose your money, Moose." Ricky smirked as he held up a bouquet of yellow flowers.
Stepping out of the car, his teenage appearance flared as he had grown from a mere 4'5 to a solid 5' 8 with room still to grow.
Over the past five years, Ricky's life intertwined deeply with the Underworld, as he became fully integrated into its operations.
The Luciano Family, having profited immensely from Prohibition, expanded their wealth and diversified their revenue streams, delving into both legitimate and illicit activities.
The illegal operations primarily involved the smuggling of rum and other alcoholic beverages.
However, Lucky Luciano gradually extended their ventures to include drugs, loansharking, racketeering, and gun trafficking.
On the surface, Lucky meticulously developed legal fronts that served as facades for their illicit activities, such as labor unions, which proved to be gold mines.
Lucky dedicated countless hours and relentless effort to seize control of the unions, most notably the Teamsters.
This strategic move granted him influence over the Manhattan waterfront, garbage hauling, construction, garment district businesses, and trucking, solidifying his grip on power and expanding his empire into both clean and dirty money territories.
Lucky Luciano struck a deal with the original head of the union to "take care of" any competitors challenging the current president of the Teamsters union, securing a share of the union's profits and establishing his first "legitimate" business venture.
Cornelius Shea, the man working closely with Ricky's adoptive father, was an undeniably cheerful figure.
Ricky had met him numerous times, and Shea was always laughing or telling jokes to fuel his own mirth.
With the Luciano family's backing, the Teamsters not only elevated Shea's influence in Brooklyn but also gained substantial leverage over the government.
Luciano could effectively bribe any politician through the Teamsters, solidifying the family's immense power.
However, this influence in the underworld was not without its challenges as a brewing war loomed, ignited by the actions of Luciano's mentor and self-proclaimed boss, Giuseppe "Joe the Boss" Masseria.
Joe the Boss's influence was monumental, akin to the tip of a titanic iceberg as his mere gesture could part the underworld of New York like the Red Sea.
Yet, there was a problem which always seemed to loom over powerful figures, his ego.
Joe the Boss wasn't content with merely his nickname; he aspired to become the boss of all bosses, seeking to bring all the mafias under his control.
This ambition created many enemies, and Lucky found himself burdened with the fallout, quelling countless groups like the Mustache Petes and the Young Turks.
The constant turf wars were exhausting, and all Lucky wanted was to return to his business ventures.
Amidst this chaos, another gangster seized the opportunity to make a name for himself and solidify his reputation throughout New York.
Salvatore Maranzano.
The escalating turf war led many to rally under the banner of Salvatore Maranzano, a man with a different vision.
Instead of consolidating the families under a single leader, Maranzano aimed to have the families collectively control the underworld.
This approach appealed to those dissatisfied with Joe the Boss, and they began to join Maranzano's ranks to challenge Joe's dominance.
As time passed, Lucky observed Joe the Boss's influence waning and recognizing the need to stabilize the situation and maintain his own power, Lucky decided to bring an end to the war once and for all.
Seeing an opportunity to switch allegiances, Lucky Luciano struck a secret deal with Salvatore Maranzano.
In exchange for orchestrating Giuseppe ``Joe the Boss' ' Masseria's death, Luciano would receive Masseria's rackets and become Maranzano's second-in-command.
Joe Adonis, initially part of the Masseria faction, alerted Luciano about Masseria's suspicions and murder plot against him.
On a fateful day at Nuova Villa Tammaro, a Coney Island restaurant, while playing cards, Luciano excused himself to the bathroom.
During his absence, the gunmen allegedly Anastasia, Meyer, Adonis, and Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel executed Masseria.
Ciro "The Artichoke King" Terranova, supposed to drive the getaway car, was reportedly too shaken to do so, and Siegel had to take over.
With Maranzano's blessing, Luciano took over Masseria's gang, ending the Castellammarese War and becoming Maranzano's lieutenant.
With Masseria out of the picture, Maranzano reorganized the Italian American gangs in New York City into the Five Families, appointing Luciano, Profaci, Gagliano, Mangano, and himself as heads.
Declaring himself 'capo di tutti i capi' ("boss of all bosses") at a meeting of crime bosses in Wappingers Falls, Maranzano began to favor his own rackets over those of his rivals.
Although Luciano appeared to accept these changes, he was merely biding his time as he had come to believe Maranzano to be even more greedy and inflexible than Masseria.
By September 1931, Maranzano saw Luciano as a threat and hired Vincent "Mad Dog" Coll to eliminate him.
However, Lucchese alerted Luciano that he was marked for death.
On September 10, Maranzano summoned Luciano, Meyer Lansky, and Frank Costello to his office at 230 Park Avenue.
Convinced of an imminent ambush, Luciano acted first. He sent four Jewish gangsters, whose faces were unknown to Maranzano's men, into the office.
Disguised as government agents, they disarmed Maranzano's bodyguards. Aided by Lucchese, who identified Maranzano, they stabbed and shot the boss, marking the beginning of the fabled "Night of the Sicilian Vespers."
Following Maranzano's assassination, Luciano called a meeting in Chicago. Rather than declaring himself capo di tutti i capi, he abolished the title, recognizing it as a source of conflict and a potential target on his back.
His goal was to quietly maintain power and prevent future gang wars. The Commission, consisting of a "board of directors'' to oversee all Mafia activities in the United States and mediate family conflicts, was formed.
The Commission included the leaders of New York's Five Families Charlie "Lucky" Luciano, Vincent Mangano, Tommy Gagliano, Joseph Bonanno, and Joe Profaci alongside Chicago Outfit boss Al Capone and Buffalo family boss Stefano Magaddino.
Luciano was appointed chairman, with the agreement to hold meetings every five years or as needed to address family issues.
With the Luciano Gang beckoning into the Luciano family, the organization expanded with it.
Lucky wanted to make Meyer his underboss however his skills in bookkeeping were so notorious that he became the official bookkeeper for the entire commission and would be the main speaker when any boss wanted to invest in a venture.
So after a hard decision, Lucky made Genovese his underboss while giving him all the duties of being second in command.
Although Frank was one of Lucky's most trusted men and a high member in the organization, he had to put him as a Consigliere due to the frustration of the other mafia bosses.
Frank Costello wasn't from Silicy but Caliban; however, although it was only a region difference, for the mafia it was enough for him not to be trusted.
In fact, the way Lucky and Frank became partners was because Frank had been struggling since not a single gangster trusted him due to him being a 'Dirty Calabrian'.
Lucky was the only one to give Frank a chance and when he did, Frank became eternally loyal to him while rising up the ranks of the gang.
Now, Ricky found himself in a completely different tax bracket as once the bloodbath that had occurred the previous year elevated the Luciano family to new heights.
Splitting New York among themselves proved immensely profitable, netting millions in revenue.
The local gangs, recognizing the Luciano family's power, paid their tributes or faced the cessation of their operations.
Throughout this turbulent period, Lucky kept Ricky by his side, teaching him every step of the way.
Initially, Ricky struggled.
It was inevitable, Ricky had literally never even had a job in his previous life which made literally any form of commitment a struggle.
He wasn't good at management, administration, delegating, and by far was a horrible shot.
So when Lucky was trying to implement a leading role in the family it was far more challenging than he had anticipated.
However, with Lucky's immense patience and guidance, Ricky gradually developed into a solid leader who wouldn't crack under a desperate situation.
Despite his persistent faults, particularly his drinking, Lucky was proud of Ricky's growth. Ricky even earned a new nickname to go along with "Slick," reflecting his rising status within the underworld while constantly calling him a 'Royal Thug'.
Initially, it was a taunt devised by Jake, Rocco, and Arturo, but Ricky embraced it, liking how it rolled off the tongue.
After the formation of the Five Families, Ricky began truly living his life, no longer confined to the mansion as he had been for the past five years.
'Status.'
[Status]
Name: Ricky Luciano
Titles: Deadbeat, Royal Thug
Age: 14
Race: Human
Strength: 13 (Average adult male)
Stamina: 17 (Above average adult male)
Vitality: 16 (Above average adult male)
Agility: 14 (Average adult male)
Dexterity: 19 (Above average adult male)
Intelligence: 6 (You've grown but that doesn't mean you're not an Idiot)
Charm: 25 (Your charm is extremely high for your age)
Appearance: 21 (The baby fat has melted with age and with it has surfaced your golden jawline, use it well.)
Skills:
Psionic Force Fields: While the cells of the user's body produce a certain energy manifestation, the cells of his brain produce a different, more potent manifestation. Through concentration, Ricky is able to project an invisible field of psionic force drawn from Ricky's own mind. He can shape these fields into various forms, limited only by his imagination and mental focus, ranging from small objects like marbles to large domes with a diameter of about 100 feet. These force fields can be solid or hollow, and he can manipulate their size, shape, and movement at will. Ricky can use these fields to travel in the air, reaching speeds of about 25 miles per hour for up to 4 hours before becoming fatigued. His force fields are also capable of blocking telekinesis and preventing mental intrusion, making him highly versatile in combat situations.
Full Counter: The ability to counter any non physical attack at its original user with twice the power
Conditions:
The user must have a conduit or weapon to reflect an attackThe user must be able to react to or swing towards an attack with the proper timing in order to reflect the attackThere must be an attack to reflect.
IP Skills:
Apex Fertility: The user's seed will be amongst the peak in the universe and incredibly fertile as your seed can even rejuvenate the womb of a woman who cannot even give birth. All it takes is one load to impregnate any woman in an instant.
Titles:
Deadbeat: You have increased odds to flee from the responsibilities of a child and run out like a scumbag.
Royal Thug: You aren't just born into the thug life but are born into the nobility of the thug life
Effect: A ingrained respect is giving to you by all gangster, mobsters, and thugs
Ricky had also begun to master his abilities, and his notoriety spread not only through the underworld but across New York as well.
Although with the heavy stigma, he didn't bother to hide his powers, finding it too tedious.
Initially, Lucky was heavily opposed to this, but after witnessing Ricky's strength firsthand, he agreed to let it be.
With the help of a few well-placed whispers, Lucky spread positive rumors about Ricky, ensuring he was at the forefront of them all and controlling the passage of the whispers.
Over the past five years, Ricky hadn't fully utilized his system, but now it was ready.
His dragon had finally awakened from its long slumber, returning to its former size and strength.
This resurgence made Ricky hopeful for even greater growth, as every man desires a bigger member.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
Ricky knocked on the door of the woman he had met years ago, the one he had been protecting ever since he gained the power to do so.
No assistance from his father was needed; no man dared to approach her, knowing it might incur the wrath of the Luciano family.
Ricky had been biding his time, his eyes set on the mission that had haunted him for the past five years.
Power hadn't initially attracted him, but after experiencing the capabilities of his system, he couldn't resist any longer.
He succumbed to its allure, finding the requirements a pleasurable bonus. Ricky now sought not only to grow stronger but to relish the efforts of gaining more power, enjoying the journey as much as the destination.
"Ricky?"
Capítulo 12: Chapter 12: Rizzinator, Rizzatron, the Rizzler
"Oh my goodness, look how much you've grown!" Dolly covered her face in amazement as she looked up at the man who had once barely reached her stomach, now towering over her by three inches.
"How long has it been?" Ricky asked while opening his arms as Dolly rolled her eyes with a smile before hugging the kid she treated long ago.
Dolly had remembered Ricky since he had visited her every now and then, though it suddenly stopped after the recent mob war raged onwards.
"Here, I was in the store and I thought of you." Ricky pulled the yellow flowers into Dolly's view as she was a little surprised.
"Yellow daisies, my favorite." Dolly grabbed the flowers which were gently handed to her as she smiled while taking in the aroma.
"He's not making it past the door." Edward shook his head as a bead of sweat ran down his face.
"No she's a good doll, she'll be polite and invite him in." Jake guessed as Dolly looked up from her flowers.
"I know you never stay but would you like a cup of tea? I just brewed a pot." Dolly asked with an innocent smile, though knew Ricky never stayed for long.
Ricky faked a hesitating look before giving Dolly a gentle smile.
"How did I ever say no to you?" Ricky asked with a calm expression as Dolly immediately slapped his shoulder with a slight chuckle, seeing his wide smile.
"Oh my goodness Ricky, you turned into such a flirt." Dolly made way as Ricky walked into the house though still looked at Dolly.
"Not always but you always seem to bring it out of me whether it's from when I was young to now, you're as beautiful as ever." Ricky spoke poetically, and though Dolly shook her head, she wore a bright smile since after all, everyone enjoys a compliment now and then.
"No way!" Edward grabbed his forehead in distress as he saw Dolly closing the door behind him.
"Alright he got-"
*Smack*
"Wait." Edward put his hand over the money on the dash while Jake raised an eyebrow.
"You do know that he's been practicing on the college girls for this exact moment Edward, we all saw how weak those chicks got over one conversation, he's gonna bag Dolly." Jake raised an eyebrow since they all should know what Ricky was capable of.
Although he hadn't slept with those girls, at least yet, he had been going to the local colleges and returning back to his usual charming self while using the college girls as guinea pigs, refining his skills.
Ricky had even been a wingman for all of them and had successfully helped Edward and Rocco lose their V-cards yet Jake was shocked Edward still doubted him.
Although Ricky didn't originally want to be their friend, he warmed up to them after a while before eventually he himself considered them his friends.
"This is different she's a widow-"
"It doesn't matter." Rocco laughed out, crossing his eyes while gazing at the window.
"Ricky's gonna bag that broad."
Walking in, Ricky surveyed the clean house while seeing the multiple pictures of her with Sammy, her deceased husband.
'And it begins.' Ricky thought while watching Dolly place the flowers in the vase.
"He was a good man, Sammy I mean." Ricky suddenly said as Dolly flinched before showing a sad look.
"H-He really was." Dolly smiled, placing the flowers in the vase before putting it over the sink to fill it with water.
"I can only imagine what you had to go through, Dolly." Ricky set the picture down before starting to walk towards the kitchen.
"I-It-...….It was tough at times, but I had a lot of friends to help me through it." Dolly's smile formed into a sad one as Ricky leaned next to her.
"So how has the dating circle been for you, I bet you get guys lining up all the way to the highway to get a chance to even look at you." Ricky flashed a cheeky smile, prompting Dolly to roll her eyes though her sad smile faded into a genuine one.
"They most certainly do not, in fact, I haven't been on a date in five years." Dolly confessed while intently gazing at the flowers to make sure there was enough water as she had completely missed Ricky's carnivorous smile which faded in a second.
"You're kidding?" Ricky showed a baffled expression as Dolly let out a sigh.
"Unfortunately, I'm not." Dolly forced a smile while trying to hide the crippling loneliness she felt.
Despite having wonderful friends to lean on, they were also building their own lives, which included starting families of their own.
Slowly but surely, Dolly found herself being left behind on the road of life.
Watching as each of her friends drove off into their own sunsets, while she was left waiting on the side of the road, feeling somewhat misplaced.
Dolly had unknowingly secluded herself from the outside world as the one who brought out the sunshine in her was now currently six feet under.
"Hey." Ricky grabbed Dolly's arm gently as she stopped and looked up to see a worried expression.
"Are you okay?" Ricky asked in a soothing tone which shook her to the very core.
When was the last time someone had really taken the time to not simply comfort her, but ask her if she was really okay.
"I-I'm fine-"
"No you're not." Ricky shook his head while taking the flower vase out of her hands and setting it down before grabbing her hand.
Gripping it tightly, Ricky led Dolly to the nearby couch before guiding her right next to him as she avoided his eyes.
"Dolly, I know that you've been alone but I'm here now, you can tell me anything and I promise I won't ever tell a soul." Ricky then placed his other hand to rest on her delicate shoulder as she looked down.
*Sniff*
"I-I just don't understand why they look at me like that." Dolly confessed as tears started to well up in her eyes.
"How do they look at you?" Ricky asked gently and Dolly bit her lip before closing her eyes.
"They say things, things like how Sammy took underhanded bribes." Dolly confessed as Ricky looked shocked.
"No~"
"Yes!" Dolly looked up at the seemingly shocked Ricky who faked a disbelieving expression, already knowing that Lucky himself popped one in Sammy's head.
"Your Sammy."
"My Sammy!"
"Sammy Henderson?"
"Yes!"
Dolly started to cry as Ricky carefully swept them away from her cheek as she looked thankful.
*Sniff*
"You're the only guy who hasn't run away when I've confessed this." Dolly laughed sadly while wiping away the tears as Ricky reluctantly let go of her other hand so she could easily wipe away.
"Dolly, I am so sorry for what you've had to go through." Ricky showed a warm smile as it seemed to warm up her cold heart.
"You are so sweet Ricky." Dolly smiled as a silence suddenly loomed over them.
Then, in a sudden and unexpected move, Ricky leaned his body towards Dolly.
She felt a jolt of surprise shoot through her as she seemingly froze, her ocean blue eyes locked onto his light green ones.
At that moment, she wanted to turn away, to break the intensity of their gaze but Ricky's warm smile and kindness seemed to envelop her entire being, making it impossible for her to look away.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling within her.
There was a sense of vulnerability, of being exposed to something she had long kept guarded.
Yet, there was also a feeling of comfort, of being understood and accepted in a way she had never experienced before.
"When was this taken?" Ricky deliberately avoided her lips and instead reached past her, aiming for the picture behind her.
This was Ricky's usual tactic for gauging a woman's interest as he would conveniently place himself near an interesting object, then subtly reach for it while memorizing its details.
Afterward, he would say some nice words to loosen her up before testing the waters. However, unless the woman leaned in, he knew they weren't ready.
Sometimes, when they froze, it simply meant they were surprised and not necessarily uninterested.
However, in this case, he could see that Dolly was somewhat forcing herself to warm up, which wasn't a good sign.
Interactions like this often led to the woman abruptly stopping their intimate interactions halfway, a frustrating experience that had left Ricky feeling blue balled many times before.
"T-That was me when I graduated in high school." Dolly was flushed in embarrassment though Ricky purposely focused wholly on the picture so that Dolly wouldn't leave in embarrassment, giving her time to calm down.
Embrassent and one's own self conscience was, at least to Ricky, what he found to get a girl in the right mood in any situation.
At first they would contemplate why they reacted the way they did.
'I can't believe I thought he was going to kiss me!'
Then they would try to reason with themselves to try to justify their actions.
'I-I mean, was it wrong for me to assume the way he did? All he does is flirt with me and lean in?'
Then they question themselves.
'Wait was he flirting with me or just being nice?'
Then they would try to reason with themselves again.
'Dolly he is fourteen and you are twenty seven, he is out of reach.'
Then that final thought that turns the table into his favor.
'However, he doesn't look fourteen.'
All these thoughts raced through Dolly's mind as she began to truly see Ricky for the man he had become, rather than the child she once knew.
She noticed the muscles that now defined his body, his height that grew over her, and that jawline that seemed to chisel away at her very gaze.
"What were you thinking when this picture was taken of you?" Ricky asked thoughtfully as his smile widened at her reddened face.
"I wasn't, my dad just took it." Dolly said what was at the top of her head and Ricky started to laugh as if he had misinterpreted it as a joke.
"You know, you're a really great gal Dolly." Riky started to use his time periods lingo as Dolly showed him a heartfelt smile.
"Thank you Ricky." Dolly thanked him as Ricky let out a sigh which made her woman's senses tingle.
'Take the bait-'
"Ricky? Are you okay?" Dolly asked Ricky but with a sad smile while nodding.
"I'm fine-"
"Ricky." Dolly scrunched her eyebrows with a clear frown as Ricky let out a small laugh.
"You really are one of a kind." RIcky didn't forget to slip in a compliment as he had reached the second phase of his plan.
Letting her into his 'space'.
Instead of making a move, Ricky wanted Dolly to not only think of him as a trusted person but to genuinely feel that way too.
He believed that forging a bond through shared heartache was often stronger and more enduring than one formed through compassion alone.
"It's just-....." Ricky grabbed the picture tightly as Dolly couldn't help it and scooted over to place a hand on his shoulder.
"Ricky, you can tell me anything and I promise I won't ever tell a soul." Dolly rebranded his own word as Ricky let out a small chuckle.
"It's just sometimes I feel so suffocated and alone." Ricky confessed with a bold face lie, trying to relate to Dolly's troubles as much as possible.
"How so?" Dolly asked as Ricky sighed before caressing her highschool photo with his thumb.
"My father just expects so much of me along with everyone else and at first it was nice until, until I felt isolated." Ricky confessed with a disheartened smile while Dolly showed a sad look while rubbing Ricky's back in comfort.
"My father is the leader of a company, and he's great, but sometimes it makes it hard to find what's real in a person, you know?" Ricky turned to Dolly, their faces only inches away from each other as their breaths seemingly intertwined with each other.
"In a way Ricky, I think I do." Dolly nodded in understanding as Ricky set the picture on the table.
"I feel like this is real." Ricky confessed as Dolly showed an appreciative smile as Ricky once again went face to face with her.
"Me too." Dolly showed a warm smile as she stared in his eyes until she started to feel slightly lost.
It had been too long since she felt this kind of connection with a man, and it was slowly stirring up all the deep-seated feelings she had been holding back for years.
'Now.'
Ricky didn't want to waste any more time, but he also didn't rush the process as he gently brought his hand to Dolly's cheek, and instead of freezing or pulling away, she nestled her face into his palm, closing her eyes at the warmth of his touch.
Ricky placed his thumb on her luscious red lips, slowly rubbing it in a counterclockwise manner before gently pulling her forward.
He didn't need to pull for long; she willingly leaned in, meeting him halfway.
Their lips met, and as they did, Dolly felt Ricky's tongue gently slither against hers before slowly wrapping around it in an intimate embrace.
Their lips intertwined, and their tongues danced to the tune of passion.
Ricky's eager hand didn't stay idle on her cheek but slowly traced down her curvaceous body, finally resting on her lower back. The sensation sent shivers through Dolly, intensifying the connection they were building.
Pulling her up, Ricky kept their kiss while passionately keeping Dolly in a lip lock embrace as she started to slowly get lost.
Then, Ricky suddenly broke the kiss. Dolly opened her eyes, her heart pounding with a newfound intensity.
A feeling of longing washed over her, enveloping her entire being while her lips still tingled from the passionate embrace, and she could feel her pulse quicken in anticipation.
Ricky's gaze held hers, a mixture of desire and tenderness in his light green eyes. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken words and shared emotions, leaving Dolly yearning for the moment to continue, her heart aching for more.
"Ricky~"
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