The Leone Families Revenge.

Six years of peace had passed for the Leone Mafia family. Nothing to do for the new boss, Toni Cipriani, except count his millions. But their was always something that Toni felt he needed to do, a task to repay the man that did so much for him, that picked him out of the gutter and gave him a means to earn bread. At last the task could be performed, and performed it would be.

Toni Cipriani was shown into a large fridge where Claude Speed was chained up. The man who had caused so much destruction in the Leone family, and had even killed the Don had finely been apprehended.

The new Don. Don Cipriani-it cheered him up alot to hear that name-walked eagerly into the large ice box towards the helpless traitor.

"You cock sucka." Don Cipriani barked " You dirty fucking Judas."

Toni followed this verbal attack with a physical one and smacked Claude forcefully around the face, and as he did so spit flew from his mouth into the open wounds on Claudes head.

"You think you can kill a Don and get away with it?" The Don stared into his prisoners blood soaked eyes a short time after finished this sentence.

When no reply came from Claudes mouth the Dons palm found its way once more around Claudes cheeks. After that brutal showing the Don turned to his new under boss, Vincent DeCosy.

"Where was he holed up?" The boss demanded.

"CJ got the call. Some dirty druggie fuck spied him south of San Andreas." Was the reply of the ever faithful DeCosy.

Toni seemed to enjoy DeCosy's words, he was fond of CJ and hoped he would remain a powerful ally. "Good! We must reward CJ appropriately. Two Million in cash! Leave the money in Vice City, with Tommy V, he will act as the broker."

Their captive, Claude, swung on the chains, his feet a couple of inches off of the ground. Their was blood oozing from his gob that dripped consistently and formed a substantial puddle on the ground.

Toni briefly scanned the make shift prison and then yelled. "Torture and kill this prick." With these words still echoing around the room he quickly fled the scene, a great feeling of satisfaction left with him.