章節 16: Chapter 16: Future Gameplan
The next day,
"Slick."
"Yes?"
"Why is there a crow perched on your shoulder?"
Lucky called Ricky into his office only to see his son walk in with a Crow curiously gazing around the office.
"Oh Chester?" Ricky pointed at the name he had suddenly come up with as the crow now named Chester gazed at the situation curiously.
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*Sigh*
"You named it?" Lucky facepalmed as Ricky shrugged while walking over to the nearby couch as Chester flapped his wings.
Chester felt uncomfortable on Ricky's shoulder, positioning his feet in different ways to find a suitable resting spot only to no avail.
Looking around, Chester suddenly flapped his wings as Ricky flinched and watched him perch itself on a nearby lamp as Lucky weirdly stared at him.
"Why can't you be a normal kid and irresponsibility get a dog, huh?" Lucky turned towards Ricky with a weird expression as his son shrugged.
"I think I'm past being 'normal'." Ricky spoke while flexing his powers as Lucky sighed, running his hand through his hair.
"I'm guessing you want me to get the necessary things for a crow like a cage-"
"CAW~" Chest screeched at the mention of a cage as Lucky flinched at the sudden objection.
"Everything except a cage, right Chester?" Ricky looked over at him as the bird nodded its little beak.
Lucky looked back and forth from Chester to Ricky before shaking his head as this development was too much for him as of now.
"Whatever, I'll take care of it." Lucky let out a heavy sigh as Ricky gave him a thumbs up.
"Anyways, I have to talk with you about something." Lucky's face became serious in an instant.
Ricky simply raised an eyebrow but tuned in since he could tell that their next conversation would be a serious one.
"I want us, our family, to become the sole mafia organization in the entirety of New York." Lucky dropped an atomic bomb of a statement which made Ricky, who was about to joke, suddenly froze in shock.
"..."
"Pops, you're kidding." Ricky, who was about to sip on Lucky's good rum, stopped and asked in a baffled tone.
Lucky didn't say anymore and placed a gun on the table as Ricky understood that he wasn't kidding.
"Do I look like the type of joe to kid around with stuff like this?" Lucky leaned back in his chair while gesturing to Ricky who rolled his eyes.
"But still-"
"This whole five family thing will work for maybe 10-20 years but sooner or later, they'll turn their back on profits for power." Lucky pointed at Ricky with a slight smile.
"That's where you come in, the future of our family, the gifts God gave you shouldn't be tucked away but elevate us." Lucky lectured though Ricky was used to this.
The government and other mob bosses might call Charlie 'Lucky' Luciano a man who only got to where he is with pure luck but Ricky knew better.
Lucky was a genius businessman.
He wasn't just a genius but a calculative thinker who masked all of his success with the notion of insane luck which loosened the guards of many bosses.
In fact, Lucky didn't believe in luck or karma, he believed in results and he made sure to produce them at every chance.
"I know that pops, but let's say we pull it off and get rid of the five families, the power vacuum will be too large and we don't have the power to manage all that territory." Ricky informed his father as Lucky smiled widely at this deduction.
Although Ricky presented himself as an adult, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and because of that Lucky had been struggling to instruct him.
Lucky believed that formal studies were for those who couldn't make it on their own and firmly adhered to the ideology of 'teaching by the streets.'
To ensure Ricky learned from this ideology, Lucky made sure to include him thoroughly in all business decisions and negotiations, hoping that his own strategic thinking would rub off on him.
For the first time, it seemed to be working.
"This is where you come in my boy." Lucky pointed at Ricky who showed a weird look, knowing he was going to be roped into this situation.
"You want me to show my powers?" Ricky asked as Lucky shook his head.
"No, no, our people are as stubborn as seventeen pack mules." Lucky dissuaded that thought as Ricky nodded since that was the truth.
"I want the people of faith to acknowledge you." Lucky pointed, and Ricky scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, unable to fully grasp Lucky's reasoning.
"Let me clarify, I want your gifts to be recognized by god." Lucky smiled as Ricky let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Alright, let me just go punch my ticket with the big man." Ricky shot to his feet while shaking his head while walking to the door, thinking it was a joke only for Lucky to stand up.
"Listen Slick it won't be immediately, maybe a couple of years, but if we can-"
"The pope, no, the church will never recognize my 'gifts'." Ricky finally understood what Lucky was getting at.
"Slick-"
"Ha, pops they will just burn me at the stake. They literally did that to some random schmuck who used his powers in front of some hillbillies down in Arkansas a month ago." Ricky let out a dried laughter, slicking his hands through his hair while turning his back to the craziest plan he had heard from Lucky yet.
Although the mafia and the public didn't favor mutants, it was religious fanatic's that continued to push the agenda that mutants were the devils powers and continuously held stake burnings as if it was still the witch hunting days.
It was actually to the point where Ricky had started to understand how much the world truly feared mutants enough to hate them.
"Slick, calm down." Lucky put his hands on Ricky's shoulders as the young man gazed at the ceiling while shaking his head.
"Listen, I have a couple of birds still back in Italy and tension is brewing meaning maybe a way, maybe another war." Lucky bit his lip as Ricky raised eyebrows in surprise.
'Woah.' Ricky thought as though he knew there would be another world war in the near future but it didn't mean he wanted to join it.
But it was still surprising that Lucky had predicted it since not even the world had predicted it as of yet.
"I want you to join the war, if there ever is a war, but not on the side of America, but for god." Lucky pointed as Ricky scrunched his eyebrows.
"You're kidding."
"Religion is everything to Silicians and Silicians are everything to the mafia, you get the church to acknowledge you then you get the mafia Slick." Lucky informed Ricky who started to think as he messaged his eyes.
"What am I gonna be, a crusader?" Ricky looked at Lucky with a dumbfounded expression as Lucky stood up and walked over to him.
"Buddy look at me." Lucky patted Ricky's cheek as he gazed at his adoptive father who showed a heartfelt expression.
"I want you, my son, to have it all and I know this is a risk but this will make sure that the Luciano family, our family, will survive the test of times." Lucky seriously spoke from the bottom of his heart as Ricky frowned.
"As long as the church doesn't recognize you and the other families find out about your powers first, they will never let you go and even start a war with the family." Lucky looked Ricky directly in the eyes which made Ricky sigh.
"Listen, I can't keep covering for you when you use your powers, our territory ain't stretched far enough." Lucky reprimanded Ricky in his own way as he rubbed the back of his neck, knowing that he had gotten too drunk a month ago and showed it to some random homeless man, for literally no reason at all.
"Alright Pops, what's the game plan?" RIcky asked as Lucky chuckled while walking back to his desk.
"I have no idea." Lucky shrugged while Ricky's face became plain while gazing at him.
"What? I didn't want to go ahead without your permission, I'm not some sort of heartless father who will just send you to the battlefield against your will." Lucky scoffed while sitting back on his chair.
Lucky wanted to give his son the world, but it seemed the world wasn't ready for Ricky's gifts, which greatly irked him.
He had been brainstorming multiple ways to ensure that people viewed Ricky as a blessing rather than a curse ever since he adopted him.
Getting recognized was the most surefire way of getting Ricky the praise he deserved, and it only made it better that the Vatican was surrounded by enemies on all sides.
"Then what about the commission?" Ricky sighed while plopping down on the chair as Lucky shrugged.
"No idea, but during this meeting we'll be able to figure out who's weak without bootlegging." Lucky rubbed his chin as Ricky suddenly had an idea.
"Don't we also have an agreement to not mess with the kids of members at Collegiate High School?" Ricky asked with a cheeky smile as Lucky raised an eyebrow.
"You can't be serious Slick, those snobby private schools don't teach you nothing." Lucky pointed at Ricky who stood up with that dumb smile.
"Enroll me pops." Ricky walked up to the desk as Lucky shook his head.
"Ain't no way on this green earth that I-"
"Pops trust me." Ricky was serious as he gazed straight into Lucky's eyes as he sighed.
"It'll be good to rub shoulders with the children of the elite and if I'm enrolled then the other families won't be able to look too deeply into me while you form a plan." Ricky watched as Lucky contemplated for a long time on whether this was worth it.
"Fine, but I swear I'll yank you out so fast if I find out you're going there to party." Lucky relented as Ricky flashed a soothy smile.
"And one more thing." Lucky suddenly stopped Ricky who was about to leave as he turned back to see Lucky holding a slick black card.
"A business card?" Ricky raised an eyebrow as he took the card before showing an even weirder expression.
"It's a last resort, a place that will give you shelter in a time of need." Lucky pointed at Ricky who pointed at the card.
"But it's a hotel-"
"Slick, that ain't no normal hotel." Lucky's face was adorned in an utmost seriousness as Ricky shrugged.
"Keep it on you at all times and if they ever try to blackmail you into a membership, ask for the free trial." Lucky continued to speak what Ricky interpreted as nonsense but he nodded, putting it in his wallet since he could see that he wasn't joking.
"Do you also want to give me the card to your favorite restaurant as well?" Ricky joked as Lucky rolled his eyes but flashed a smile.
*Knock*
Ricky knocked on Lucky's desk before strolling over to the desk as he shook his head.
"We're leaving at 8 tomorrow to go to the commission meeting so you better be up and in a suit." Lucky said as Ricky waved without turning back.
"AN ITALIAN SUIT!"
Next Morning,
*Smack*
"Ow!" Ricky faked a pained groan as Lucky shook his head.
"What was that for, this is italian." Ricky pointed at his fine black suit with a white collared shirt and a slick black tie.
"With Dolly, really!" Lucky yelled as he pushed Ricky into the seat while shutting the door behind him, the car immediately driving off with the driver putting in his ear plugs.
"What? You've seen that perky ass of hers-OW! OW!" Ricky tried to plead his case only for Lucky to start beating him with his elephant tusk cane.
*DINK*
"Drop your force field right this instant, take this ass beating like a man!" Lucky demanded as Ricky shook his head, rubbing his head with a wronged expression.
"God would've wanted me to use my gift rather than hide it." Ricky gave a smart ass reply as Lucky immediately scoffed.
"You know what, I'm going to let you off." Lucky shook his head while rebuttoning the bottom of his suit as Ricky showed a surprised expression.
"Reall-"
"This will be a learning experience for you with women and will teach you how to not be a f*ck up." Lucky shook his head while knowing full well that this will end poorly but it could be worse.
"It's as if you expect me to make my own life harder." Ricky smiled while leaning back on the leather seats.
"Oh Slick, you are patient zero for bad influences, you have a way with people that always seems to bring out the worst in them." Lucky sighed as he had seen how badly Ricky had influenced not only his friends, but even the maids and was baffled at how ignorant he was of these changes.
"I forgot to ask you but can Jake, Rocco, and Edward come to Collegiate High School?" Ricky asked since it was easier to bring people than gain people.
Lucky paused for a moment, recalling that they were only around 18 or 19. However, he had his ways to get them in and also trusted that they would ensure he wouldn't do anything reckless.
"Fine." Lucky shrugged, letting Ricky have his way as he smiled.
"Thanks Pops."
The drive was a casual one as Ricky and Lucky only made small talk until he met at a fine dining Italian restaurant.
Three cars which had Lucky's and Ricky protecting waited outside while the two of them walked into the fine dining establishment.
"Don't be a smartass these men are not to be f*cked with, understand?" Lucky whispered, tugging at his shoulder only for Ricky to nod with a yawn.
"Got it."
"And remember everything I told you about each boss." Lucky whispered as they walked past double doors to nine people already waiting.
In every meeting, one boss was able to bring one person to the meeting which was usually their underboss, but there were always exceptions.
"Lucky!"
章節 17: Chapter 17: The Commission
"Lucky!" Tommy Gaglino walked over to Lucky as time seemed to stand still as Ricky gazed at him.
Tommy Gaglino, leader of Gaglio Family.
Activities: Racketeering, robbery, illegal gambling, drug trafficking, truck hijacking, bribery, loan sharking, fraud, assault, fencing, money laundering, extortion, murder, arms trafficking, and theft.
Main source of income: Alcohol and Racketeering
Influence:
New Jersey
Brooklyn
Manhattan
Bronx (Based)
"Tommy!" Lucky let out a genuine smile as he hugged the man while patting his back.
"And you must be his boy, Slick right?" Tommy pointed at Ricky who smiled while holding out his hand.
"The one and only." Ricky flashed a toothy smile as Tommy started hollering in laughter.
"THIS GUY!" Tommy patted Ricky's shoulder before realizing something.
"I'm sure you know me but this is my underboss, Lucchese." Tommy suddenly remembered, introducing his protege as Lucchese smiled as his profile surfaced in Ricky's mind.
Tommy 'Three Fingers' Lucchese, he's a man who Lucky derives as a pacifist.
No one calls him Tommy or Three fingers since he gave up his first name out of respect for his mentor and to all those who call him three finger, he'll literally cut off one of your fingers.
Before he was a mobster, Lucchese worked in the factories before a freak accident caused him two fingers and his job which ultimately turned him to the streets.
"It's nice to meet ya Slick." Lucchese nodded to Ricky before backing behind Tommy.
"So you brought your boy instead of Genovese, huh?" A voice came from the side as Ricky turned to see Vincent 'Vinny' Mangano.
Vincent 'Vinny' Mangano, leader of the Mangano family.
Activities: Racketeering, extortion, fraud, illegal gambling, money laundering, murder, robbery, drug trafficking, fencing, truck hijacking, loan sharking, prostitution and pornography
Main Source of Income: Alcohol and Loan Sharking
Influences:
Long Island
Staten Island
Manhattan (Based)
Queens
Brooklyn
"What can I say Vinny, he's special." Lucky propped up Ricky as the man behind him raised an eyebrow.
Carlo Gambino, underboss of Vincent 'Vinny' Mangano, and given the nickname 'Don' as a symbol of respect he earned by his family as although he was an underboss, he was respected as a Don.
"Don Carlo." Carlo's introduction was cut and dry though that's the type of person he was.
"Slick." Ricky shook Carlo's hand as he squeezed it before Ricky raised a smile and clamped down on his grip, making Carlo wince.
"What are you a gorilla?" Carlo joked before prying his hand free as Ricky raised a smile.
"What are you a midget?" Ricky joked back, making Carlo's eyebrow twitched as although he was thirty, a mere fourteen year old was taller than him.
*Smack*
"What did I say about you being a smartass, huh!" Lucky smacked Ricky on the back of the head though everyone had bursted into laughter at this point as Carlo's face was red in anger.
"Whoa slow down their speed racer, come on." Vinny, seeing Carlo about to blow his top, guided him away as someone patted Ricky's shoulder.
"I swear that Carlo gets redder than a balloon when he's angry." Joe Bonanno shook his head while leaning on him.
Joe 'Joe Bananas' Bonanno, leader of the Bonanno family.
Activities: Racketeering, loansharking, money laundering, murder, drug trafficking, extortion and illegal gambling
Main source of income: Loansharking and Alcohol
Influences:
Long Island
Staten Island (Based)
Queens
Brooklyn
Joe Bananas got his nickname after going crazy one day and beating the actual flesh off of a man.
Some say it was because he tried to do something to the man's wife, while others swear on their souls that he is a psychopath.
But what the stories shared in common was that they claim that throughout the entire ordeal, he was smiling.
"Slick." Ricky held out his hand and Joe shook it with a firm grip.
"Joe." Joe smiled warmly, his expression so convincing it could fool even the devil himself.
Joe had recently been named the boss of the Bonanno family and had not yet chosen an underboss.
However, it wouldn't be hard to decide, as despite his recent rise to power, he remained a respected figure within his family.
"So you're the boy I've heard so much about."
Ricky turned to the side to see a man already sitting at the table as he had a golden picky ring flashing in the light.
Giuseppe "Joe" Profaci, leader of the Profaci Family.
Activities: Arms trafficking, arson, assault, battery, bribery, burglary, cigarette smuggling, chop shop, conspiracy, contract killing, counterfeiting, drug trafficking, extortion, fencing, fraud, illegal gambling, larceny, loansharking, money laundering, murder, racketeering, robbery, skimming, theft, truck hijacking, tax evasion, and protection rackets.
Main source of income: Smuggling, protection rackets, counterfeiting, drug trafficking, and bootlegging.
Influences:
Long Island (Based)
Queens
Brooklyn
Other than the Luciano family, the Profaci family at this very moment, were the strongest mafia family with them basically controlling the long island ports.
It was to the point that nothing crossed through the port without them approving it first which led to their smuggling ring to be one of their strongest sources of income.
Joseph 'Joe Evil Eye' Magliocco was Joe Profaci's underboss as well as his brother-in-law.
Joe Profaci was a staunch believer in traditional values, placing immense importance on family and familial ties.
For him, forging connections with others was often done through marriage. In contrast, Magliocco, who preferred to go by his last name, was a quiet and reserved man. He kept to himself, acknowledging Ricky with nothing more than a simple nod.
"How old are you son?" Profaci asked while leaning back in his chair.
"Never old enough." Ricky commented as Profaci started laughing at his joke with amused eyes.
"Ain't that the truth." A man downing a flask commented from the side.
Stefano "The Undertaker" Magaddino.
Activities: Extortion, bookmaking, drug trafficking, loan-sharking, gambling, racketeering, labor racketeering, conspiracy and murder.
Main Source of income: Extortion, bookmaking, drug trafficking, and bootlegging.
Influences:
Buffalo(Based)
New Jersey
Brooklyn
Manhattan
Despite his drunken facade, Stefano was ruthlessly efficient and wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in anyone who questioned his authority.
His underboss, Joseph "Lead Pipe" Todaro, was Stefano's right-hand man, known for handling all the dirty work with a lead pipe, earning him his menacing nickname.
"Really Stefano, we have children here!" Profaci gestured his hands towards Stefano who rolled his eyes and took a spiteful filled sip from his flask.
"Apologize for being late folks." The door opened to reveal not Al Capone, a man known throughout history as the best gangster, but his sidekick.
Frank Ralph Nitto or Frank Nitti
Activities: Gambling, prostitution, bootlegging, bribery, narcotics trafficking, robbery, "protection" rackets, and murder.
Main source of income: Gambling, prostitution, and bootlegging.
Chicago(Based)
Brooklyn (Based)
Manhattan
Bronx
Queens
Staten Island
Long Island
"Then let's begin the meeting."
Seated around the round table, the bosses had their underbosses standing behind them, for those who had brought one along.
"First things first, how is Al Capone's case going?" Lucky asked Frank who nodded his head since in this universe, the case was still being drawn out.
"He'll do it like he always does, but he sent me to hear everything." Frank informed the rest as they nodded in compliance.
"Very well, let's move onto the main reason I called this emergency meeting today." Lucky became serious as the other boss sensed the mood slowly change.
"The prohibition is going to end." Lucky spoke the words that had activity cut their profits in half in that second as the ones who didn't know reacted the loudest.
*BAM*
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S ENDING!" Vinny slammed the table while standing up before a hand was placed on his shoulder which revealed itself to be his underboss.
*Cough*
"Pardon me but explain, Lucky." Vinny sat back down calmly as Carlo patted him a couple more times as the air seemed to become suffocating.
"That Roosevelt wasn't joshing us when he said that his main goal was ending the prohibition and it looks like he's going to win." Lucky broke the news as the other bosses became deep in thought.
"Then I guess that Hoover guy has secured my vote." Ricky joked as the bosses looked at each other before bursting out in laughter, immediately breaking the tense atmosphere.
"This kid!" Profaci buttered up Ricky who smiled only for Lucky nudged him to shut it.
"Roosevelt is going to win, I've seen the early first polls and even with us funding his rivals, he doubles everyone." Lucky returned the atmosphere to its original murky mood as everyone comptplated.
Bootlegging was a very profitable venture for each of them and the pie always seemed to get bigger and bigger as the years progressed, yet now that pie was about to vanish.
"Why don't we whack him?" Stefano offered, though Lucky and Profaci immediately shook their heads.
"The second we do, then the entire government and the public will chase us back into Sicily and we all know why we can't go back there." Lucky sighed as when he said 'Silicy' some eyes trailed towards Ricky who simply ignored them.
"Then what are you saying, we should just twiddle our thumbs?" Tommy showed a weird expression making Lucky let out a small sigh.
"I'm just telling you in advance since this will affect all of us." Lucky sighed since this would also be a blow for his profits, at least 56% of it stemmed from prohibition.
"Affect us? This will derail at least half of our business including yours." Joe pointed at Lucky then at everyone with a calculative gesture.
He said everyone yet after Lucky, Joe only pointed at Mangano and Gaglino who had an overwhelming majority of their power in the bootlegging sector.
Ricky didn't miss this and Lucky sure as hell didn't either as he did his best to maintain composure.
"And what about those jews? More specifically Bugsy Siegel, Louis "Lepke" Buchalter, Dutch Schultz, and Abner "Longie" Zwillman." Joe suddenly took the floor as Lucky simply leaned back while the other bosses leaned forward.
"I mean we let that jew Meyers join the commision as the mob's accountant, but that was only because Lucky vouched his own life for him." Joe pointed out while leaving out the part about his skills which was able to wash everyone's money so efficiently, that it actually scared the others that Lucky had such a capable person under him.
"Those jews are starting to immigrate here from Germany cause of that wacko Hitler and their starting to occupy our streets, our cities, and our homes." Joe had a mad look in his eyes as Ricky started smiling at this behavior knowing what he was leading up to.
"So what, you want us to kill them?" Ricky suddenly spoke which made Lucky widened his eyes though as being Lucky's 'Underboss' he did have the right to weigh in on this time it's just he couldn't vote.
"No, but we need to send a message, a message that states that this is the mafia territory." Joe continued though Ricky shook his head.
"Then what, they'll just bow down?" Ricky tilted his head as Joe chuckled at him.
"Listen kid, it's not that cut and dry." Joe clarified as Lucky immediately covered his smile.
"Then why are you making it like that?" Ricky pointed at Joe who suddenly flinched causing the other bosses to raise an eyebrow.
"Once we send a message, it won't be just a simple agreement but a war." Ricky spoke from his chest as Lucky proudly looked at him.
"Do we have the funds and manpower to kill the jews especially with the repeal of the prohibition coming up." Ricky's words didn't fall on deaf ears and in fact caused unanimous nods from the rest.
"The kids right, we shouldn't go to war with the jews and especially over something so trivial as them immigrating here." Profaci shook his head as Joe simply nodded but before he could raise his mouth to counter it was already too late.
Ricky had successfully swayed the others into the right state of mind as Joe was going to use this opportunity to weaken the other family's forces.
"And we made that 'jew' our accountant cause he has a brilliant mind and makes it so that we don't go to jail for tax evasion or at least, the ones that use him." Lucky looked over at Frank who immediately frowned but couldn't disagree.
The main thing in this age that put gangsters away wasn't being caught but in fact, tax evasion.
However Meyers Lanky was a wizard with the books and accurately hid the mobs money as well as pay the government their fair share, or at least what they needed to see as fair.
Even Joe, who had just spit on his name, used him in order to hide his family's money which showed how skilled he really was.
"There right Banana's, those jews aren't even on our level and besides those jews aren't that bad." Tommy shrugged since he quite liked the fellas after getting to know them.
"At least they aren't those negro's in harlem." Carlo scoffed as the laughs spiraled out of these mafia gangsters' mouths.
"Man, I miss those days where I saw an nicely dressed italian in the streets of harlem, it's really a shame it became littered with them." Profaci sighed as he got some nods of agreement as Ricky wasn't at all surprised by this anymore.
Coming from a world where he was used to people throwing a hissy fit even at the mention of another race, it was a sort of culture shock to how open and subtly racist people in the 1930s were.
In fact, it wasn't even racist but a way of life for them as they openly discriminated over other groups all the time.
"Maybe Lucky will go and recruit them!" Joe joked as the others screeched out in laughter as Lucky had a habit of including not just Italians into his family.
At this point in time, the other gangs wouldn't even recruit any Italians that weren't from Sicily much less than africa.
"Alright, alright, I get it." Lucky smirked as he wasn't opposed to the idea if he found a talented young man.
"But we need to seriously consider the possibility that if Roosevelt wins, that prohibition will end with him." Lucky informed the other bosses who all nodded in agreement.
"Should we stop funding Hoover's campaign then? It seems like a waste of money." Frank Nitti asked while rubbing his chin.
Everyone in the room was funding at least one politician with them coming together for the first time to decide collectively who they would support, and all their ideas aligned with Hoover's campaign, especially regarding prohibition.
However now that Lucky had seemingly told him that he was going to lose, then why should these gangsters willingly choose to lose money.
"I think it would be best for the commission to continue funding Hoover's campaign." Joe B voiced his reason though it was mostly to drain the funding of the other families of even a dime.
"All in favor?" Lucky suddenly asked however none of the other bosses agreed with Joe who scoffed.
"Now that settled, are there any other matters that the other mafia heads would care to discuss." Lucky gave the floor though surprisingly Joe didn't say anything and leaned back.
"What about that rising fascist in the east, Hitler." Profaci loosened the ring on his finger as the other mafia heads raised their eyebrows.
"That sissy? He might have adopted Mussolini's governing but he doesn't even compare to the threat of him." Vinny scoffed at the very thought that Hitler could be a threat like Mussolini.
"It's all that Nazi or whatever they call themselves that those jews are settling in our cities." Carlo sneered while subtly backing up his boss as the other chuckled.
"Oh come on, he's just another politician who's all talk and no bite." Tommy waved in his hand at Profaci who frowned.
"My birds say otherwise, they say he's gearing up to put some serious laws in place." Profaci shook his head while nervously moving his ring on his pinky finger.
One of the reasons that many mafia escaped Italy was due to Mussolini persecution of the mafia so it was already standard that gangsters didn't inherently condone fascist leaders.
However Profaci in particular, was incredibly on edge compared to the rest since his older brother was skinned alive on the orders of Mussolini.
"I'm with Profaci on this one, that Hitler guy seems like he's wacko enough to actually follow through with his words." Stefano surprisingly agreed with Profaci which even surprised the man himself.
"If I haven't seen it all." Joe joked as a couple of giggles ran out.
"Well, at least they support the lord and savior Jesus christ." Carlo shrugged while kissing the cross necklace around his neck as some nods rang out.
"And so what if a few jews die why should we care, it's not like the U.S can draft us." Frank Nitti spoke the truth since the only naturalized citizens were the bosses due to having to own business.
Most members of their families and even the underbosses were technically immigrants as the only person who needed to be a citizen was the bosses.
"I don't know about that." Joe side-eyed Ricky as the mafia members who were laughing suddenly shut their traps.
"Hey Lucky it's not like that-"
"It's fine." Lucky stopped Vinny who nodded after forgetting Ricky could be drafted in the event of a war.
"If anything we should be supporting a war since they'd be too drained to stop our operations." Stefano voiced as the others nodded in agreement since a lot of profit can be found in blood.
"All in favor of supporting the war effort if there ends up being one." Lucky asked only for every single boss's hands to raise.
"Then it's settled."
The remainder of the meeting was mostly business talks with some of the heads arguing with each other over tedious things such as control on certain blocks, right to move weight in another territory, and mostly arranging deals.
"Then if there is nothing left then the second meeting of the commission will be adjourned." Lucky spoke as the other bosses nodded while standing up with their underbosses.
"Nice meeting ya kid." Vinny shook Ricky's hand while tapping him on the shoulder as Carlo waddled behind him.
The other bosses said their goodbyes before only four people remained in the meeting room being Lucky, Ricky, Profaci, and Magliocco.
"So Slick, you're entering highschool around this age right?" Profaci asked with a smile while tapping his finger on the table as Lucky eyebrow twitched.
"Yes Mr. Profaci-"
"You can call me Uncle, we are all like family here so why shouldn't we act like one." Profaci smiled as Lucky rolled his eyes as Ricky nodded.
"Yes Uncle, I'm going to Collegiate High School." Ricky answered as Profaci nodded while staring at him deeply.
"Have you ever been to your home before, Sicily I mean." Profaci asked as a flash appeared in his eyes but Ricky shook his head.
"Not yet, but I hope to go soon." Ricky slicked his hand through his hair while informing Profaci.
"Lucky what are you teaching your boy?!" Profaci joked though Lucky frowned at this knowing that he was up to something.
"I ain't letting my son go to that fascist country as long as Mussolini is in power." Lucky crossed his arms as Profaci sighed in regret.
"It is a shame what has happened to Sicily, to Italy!" Profaci shook his head in regret before tapping the table.
"It's why we should be as close as ever, now that the mafia has had its leg cut off, we need to make sure we strengthen ourselves here." Profaci spoke passionately though Lucky scoffed.
"Profaci, tell me why you sent word to me to stay behind earlier before I head back to brooklyn." Lucky gestured to Profaci who frowned but shrugged.
"My little princess is entering Collegiate High School and I want Slick to look after her." Profaci surprised not only Lucky but his underboss behind him.
"Maria is going to Collegiate High School?" Lucky spoke out in surprise as Profaci let out a distressed breath.
"That girl, I swear she's my weakness, I can't ever say no to her." Profaci ran his hand through his hair as Lucky nodded his head.
Maria Profaci was the niece of Joe Profaci and the only daughter of his older brother, the same man that was skinned alive.
Profaci always blamed himself for what happened to his brother since he was supposed to stay in Sicily to continue their overseas business but he wanted to go to America.
It was why when Maria became orphaned, Profaci took her in and treated her like his own daughter.
However Profaci could literally never say no to Maria and ended up spoiling her at every turn which is why Lucky couldn't find him suspicious.
"Of course I'll look after her Uncle." Ricky spoke up before Lucky could which made Profaci light up in a smile.
"Atta boy, you got a real man over here Lucky." Profaci jumped to his feet to shake Ricky's hand as he patted his shoulder.
"I'll see you around Lucky." Profaci then nodded to Lucky who was still looking at him weary as Magliocco walked behind him.
Profaci had a little tune to his step while walking out of the meeting room as Lucky had a weird expression plastered across his face.
"Hey." Lucky looked at Ricky who had now sat back down next to his father.
"Keep it in your pants, no matter how much of a doll Maria is." Lucky pointed his cane at Ricky while tapping his chest.
"Oh come on-"
*Smack*
"I didn't finish." Lucky smacked Ricky with his cane though in a playful way so as not to hurt him.
"That Profaci is a slippery one who is obsessed with blood ties and I'm sure he's trying to intertwine you with his precious niece, which is weird cause she's the most precious thing to him and you're useless." Lucky warned while not forgetting to make fun of his son as Ricky chuckled at this underhanded joke.
"Do you think I don't have any self contr-"
"Yes, I think you have literally zero self control." Lucky stood up while shaking his head.
"You're a dumbass with a good instinct and good adaptability, but for god's sake you cannot for the life of you say no to a bad idea." Lucky limped towards the door as Ricky followed behind him.
"Whatever pops, I think you might be overestimating Profaci."
Meanwhile with Profaci,
"Boss, are you sure about letting the Princess attend a school that isn't all girls?" Magliocco asked weirdly since Profaci was fiercely protective over her and letting around any boys would require them to be personally vetted.
"You think I want hooligans around my precious Princess? Of course not, but that Slick is someone who's gonna be big in the underworld." Profaci rubbed his pinky ring as Magliocco showed a surprised look.
"Boss he's just a kid-"
"A kid who turned the leaders of the five point gang into mush." Profaci side-eyed Magliocco who scoffed at that.
"Those are just rumors Lucky put out to make-"
"Brother, they're real." Profaci used a familial term which made Magliocco shut up instantly in widened eyes as he only used terms like that when he was serious.
"You're kidding, right boss?" Magliocco still couldn't believe it but Profaci shook his head.
"I got sources who saw the room, god the horror on their faces when they described it." Profaci shivered a little before smirking.
"Those other bosses are fools for underestimating Lucky including that brat Joe, he's the real deal and the smartest man I know." Profaci rubbed the pinky ring with more vigor.
"And for ten years I've been trying to tie him down with a woman from our family, yet time and time again he rejected them all." Profaci grimaced as for him to go to this degree showed how much he valued Lucky.
"That Lucky was so stubborn to let his name die out, until all of sudden he adopts a kid? No shot." Profaci shook his head since he had been constantly doing checks on Ricky.
"There's something about that kid and I want my Princess to have the best." Profaci's words once again shocked Magliocco who subconsciously started paying attention to Ricky at this very moment.
Eventually, the car pulled up to an enormous mansion and Profaci stepped out before adjusting himself
Men in suits were planted all across the mansion as they all paid their respects to the boss of their family.
Profaci stopped at the double doors while adjusting his suit as well as his pinky ring to the perfect spot before grabbing the handle.
"Honey, Princess, I'm home!" Profaci yelled as the first one to greet him wasn't his wife but his darling niece.
"Uncy!" Maria ran out while leaping into Profaci arms as he twirled her around before setting her down.
"Guess what your favorite Uncle just did for you?" Profaci stroked Maria's hair as her eyes lit up.
"You got me a car!" Maria asked but Profaci shook his head with a smile.
"Even better, what is it that you always tell me you want?" Profaci hinted as Maria started jumping up and down.
"I CAN GO TO AN ACTUAL HIGHSCHOOL!" Maria screeched in excitement after seeing Profaci confirming with a smile.
"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! YOU'RE THE BEST UNCLE EVER, EVER!" Maria gleefully hugged Profaci whose face brightened up at the praise of his niece as he was puddy in the palm of her hand.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
Profaci's mood was immediately interrupted as someone knocked on the door as he turned around to open up with a scowl.
"This better be worth ruining my moment with Princess." Profaci scowled at one of his men who suddenly paled.
"B-B-Boss, it's time for Princess scheduled shopping trip." The guard meekly answered as Profaci's scowl immediately disappeared.
"Oh, is that so?" Profaci turned to the Princess who nodded with a smile.
"Here let me give you a little extra." Profaci reached into his suit and took out a money clip filled to the brim with benjamins.
Licking his thumb, he started counting the bills before taking out twenty big ones and handing it to his darling niece.
"You have a fun time sweetie." Profaci kissed Princess forehead as she squealed in delight at all the things she could buy.
"I'm going to buy tweetie a new bird feeder!" Maria cheerfully exclaimed before kissing Profaci on the cheek.
"Love you Uncy~" Maria happily skipped out of the door as ten bodyguards followed her down the walkway.
"Love you too Princess~" Profaci waved as the doors closed before he turned around to see his loving wife.
"You're gonna spoil her rotten Joey." Ninfa, Joe Profaci's wife, shook her head while walking down the spiral staircase.
"Oh come on sweetikins~" Profaci walked over to his loving wife before giving her a kiss on the cheek as she sighed.
"Ah, I almost forgot." Profaci reached into his suit before pulling out a fancy box.
"Joey you didn't." Ninfa covered her mouth in surprise as Profaci opened the box to reveal two star studded diamonds.
"Buddy of mine knows a guy who has a cousin in the mining operation in africa." Profaci kissed her cheek while handing them to her as she hugged him.
"Now, is it so bad to be spoiled rotten?" Profaci grinned as Ninfa rolled her eyes but grabbed his tie while leading you upstairs.
"No~"
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