Liberty Reloaded
A/N: I do not own GTA or any of its characters; however, Gino De Luca, Sergio Moretti, and Renzo Mancini are my creations. Well folks, this is my first fan fic. I'm going to keep it short and sweet this time 'round. R & R, and enjoy!
Night has fallen in Liberty City. Weather reports indicate there could be two feet of snow by morning. Weather was the least of Joey Leone's worries.
"Listen men. We need to face facts here. We are no longer in control of Portland!" He said. Joey had called an emergency meeting for the senior members of the Mafia at the Gentlemen's Club. The gang was in a sorry state. Ever since his father, the late Salvatore Leone, had tried to whack the mystery man that had worked for them a month ago, nothing went right. Salvatore was assassinated coming out of Luigi's Sex Club 7, and it was now Joey's responsibility to handle the business. He hadn't taken to it quite like his father had, that's for sure. Joey didn't exactly look the part like his father did either. He had gotten out of his greasy jumpsuit, but he looked very awkward in his black suit. He had his hair, pure black, gelled back with a few strands here and there that refused to go down. He looked like he just got out of the shower the way he was sweating so much.
"That's BS, Joey. We may not have our rivals by the balls like we used to, but that ain't to say we don't have any power!" Tony Cipriani was pissed. The Mafia just isn't what it used to be, he thought, now that they got the kid running the show. Salvatore was a sage, a wise man ahead of his time; Joey was just a naïve kid.
Tony isn't what you would call your average mobster or your average anything, for that matter. He had his usual purple suit on with a little gold bling around his neck. He had his gray black hair gelled to within an inch of its life, and he had on black pants and black shoes.
"Drink anyone?" The butler asked.
"Yeah, get me some coffee, I've had too much of the hard stuff," Joey replied.
"Beer me, would you?" Tony asked.
"Anyone else?" The butler asked.
"Yeah, I'll take a scotch on the rocks, and get these three another round," Luigi answered. Luigi may not exactly have been what you would call a mobster, but he was good for the business by giving the men a place to crash. Luigi looked classy in his black suit, he never wore anything else. If it cost a lot of money to wear, Luigi had it. Top design everything for this guy.
"Yeah, a beer sounds pretty good, Luigi," Sergio said. Sergio Moretti was a big guy. He's 6 feet 3 inches and 275 pounds. Recently, his hair has begun to bald on the top and what he has left is starting to gray. You'll never find him out of one of his tacky Hawaiian shirts. As for what he does, he's the Mafia's war lord. If there's a battle going down, Sergio's in control. He's ex-military, so you can bet he knows a thing or two about strategy. Sergio is the best friend a guy could have, and the worst enemy a guy could ask for. That, of course, is why the Mafia befriended him.
To Sergio's right was Gino De Luca. Gino was the treasurer for the Mafia. He's old, 65 years old to be exact, which makes him the oldest member of the Mafia. If you're in the Mafia and you made some green, a cut went to him. Gino was also the brains of the operation. Joey was to naïve to really understand the way things work in Liberty, so Gino was always there to make sure he didn't lead the Mafia right off a cliff. Renzo was sporting his usual brown suit and a bowler hat to cover up his baldness.
"Hey! Can we get that beer or what?" Renzo demanded. Renzo Mancini was the exact opposite of Gino. While Gino was more cool, collected, and soft-spoken, Renzo was loud and obnoxious. Renzo dresses as loud as he talks. He, like Sergio, can't resist a bright Hawaiian shirt. However, he actually still had all of his hair. It was black, and he always had it neatly combed to the side. Renzo was the weapons master of the Mafia. If you needed a piece before you went to paint the town, he's the guy you talked to.
"There you are, sir." The butler said, with a hint of annoyance. "Will that be all, gentlemen?"
"Yes, that will be all." Joey answered. "Okay, now back to business gentlemen. What do you say we do about it?"
"Well, we need to start attacking instead of waiting for them to come to us all the time," Sergio answered.
"Yeah, we need to make a huge hit against those damn Triads!" Tony exclaimed.
"But Tony, it ain't just the Triads giving us problems anymore. The Diablos are getting sick of us too, and they're starting to show it!" Luigi answered. "Just last night they sprayed graffiti all over my club!"
"Okay then, it's settled. We'll start an offensive tomorrow that'll hopefully keep them off our backs," Joey stated.
"But Joey, you got to remember once we retaliate, there's no going back. It'll be war!" Gino cried.
"We have no other choice, Gino. Either we get them or they get us. Thank you all for coming tonight. This meeting's adjourned."