(sorry for being so late but I had other stories and personal things going on so sorry)
Chapter 1
2 weeks later
Walking inside a room was Pete Clemenza who was now the Corleone family consigliere. In the room was the now head of the family, Vincent Corleone. Also in the room were Connie Corleone who was serving tea to everyone and a Mexican drug trafficker named, Jose Vincharez. The men all smoked fine brown cigars and drank the tea that was served to them. Several bodyguards were stationed in the room watching over everyone.
Jose began the conversation with, "I know that you Italians usually don't do business with people outside your ethnicity but times have changed ever since your uncle died. I understand unlike your uncle you are a man who accepts change?"
Vincent replied, "Yes I accept the change around me in order to adapt to the shit that goes around."
"Well good because I think you are going to be really interested in the proposal I have for you. A few of my followers are bringing in a massive shipment of about five thousand kilos of coke. We sell a thousand per kilo which I think is a cheaper and more efficient price compared to some of my competitors."
"Yes it is but I'm not interested in the drugs you sell. You see the other families seem to have plotted their forces against thinking that they fuck me right out of this motherfucking planet just because I'm a fucking rookie Don. I understand that your men have a good track record when it comes to hits. Am I right?"
"Yes."
"Well what I want you guys to do is that I want you to kill the heads of all the other families except the Marongolie family because they've been good to my uncle and I. Can you do that?"
Jose was disappointed that Vincent didn't accept his proposal for an agreement in drug trades but he was glad Vincent had recognition on his work on assassinations so he nodded and replied, "I'll see what I can do."
After that he was walked out of the room by a few bodyguards. Pete closed the door and sat down next to Vincent.
"Vince it's going to be really hard to kill off the heads of the other families at once even with a professional like Jose. Are you sure you wanna go forward with this?" asked Pete.
Vincent replied, "Pete we've got no choice. They know about my hardheaded temper and they fear that I'm as ruthless as my father, Sonny. So we have to take measures to fight against them or else they'll take a move against us especially at our weak position in the five families."
"Whatever Vince. Anyway I have to go so see you tomorrow."
Then after that Pete also left leaving Vincent and Connie alone to discuss this. Connie wasn't really interested in what happened but she was worried that somehow this was not the right thing to be doing.
"Vince are you sure you want to go along with this whole plan. I mean what if the other families aren't trying to kill you? What if they're just a little nervous of seeing a new person in position?" asked Connie.
"Aunt Connie, of course they're plotting against me. I mean why else would they act so rudely whenever they talk to me," replied Vincent.
"I don't know but I'm just a bit shaky," said Connie.
Vincent then went over and kissed Connie on the forehead and said, "Don't worry so much Aunt Connie and anyway I have to go so see ya later."
Vincent then left the room leaving Connie alone in the room. Connie sighed and drank her tea still worried. Then at that very moment a gun shot went off somewhere in the distant. Connie quickly got up leaving her cup of tea to drop on the flour. She went outside to find the windows broken by a faraway bullet. She thought to herself, Could someone have shot Vincent? She then looked down to the see the corpse of a maid. Connie was now relieved and looked up to see the Vincent hiding under the curtains so the sniper wouldn't see.
He whispered, "Now do you still think the other families are still just being peaceful?"
Vincent the looked out the window to see a man with a sniper rifle running away while a few body guards chasing him. One of the bodyguards fired his pistol and made the man fall down on the ground. The man then tried to crawl his way out of this. Vincent quickly climbed upstairs holding a pistol in his right hand. When he reached there he cornered the man there.
"Give it up," said Vincent.
The man laughed at him and swallowed a suicide pill. Vincent quickly reached over to grab him but the man collapsed in his arms dead. Vincent looked in the man's pockets for any sign of identification but all he found were dollars and bills. He looked over at his to bodyguards and told them to go find the identification of the man. They all nodded obediently and picked up the man. Vincent got up and clenched his fists tightly in rage.
"God damn it all!" he exclaimed.