The First Don In Liberty
Chapter 2 - From Cardshops To Casinos
"You've done what?" Luca Leone exploded with anger when his son Salvatore told him of Finucci's murder. "Why do you think I brought you here? We came to here live life properly. Were the deaths of your brother and mother not enough?" His father's reaction didn't come as a total shock to him but what followed did. His father continued his tirade, "So it was you and that Forreli boy who killed Domenic, a right pair of mafioso! "You can plot your killings somewhere else! Don't come back till you earn an honest wage." Salvatore was cast onto the streets of Portland and his father cut off all ties with him. He wasn't angry at his father but puzzled by his lack of Sicilian spirit. Salvatore moved into Finnuci's cardshop and it was to become his base
of operations.
Within months both Salvatore and Frederico Forreli had set up three cardshops in the Portland district. Frederico's brother Santino Forelli or Sonny as he was known worked at the docks and helped the pair in
finding fellow associates to expand the business. While he treated Frederico like his brother, there was something about Sonny he didn't trust. He thought the man as being too arrogant, no respect. The first time he met Sonny was at Marcos Bistro, he sat at a table with another man, arrogance had risen off him like heat. "Hey Sal how you doin! My brother Fredo told me about you, I've got some big plans to throw your
way. First of all let me introduce you to Tony Cipriani, he's my business partner." Throughout that first meeting all Salvatore remembered was Tony's overwhelming sense of ruthlessness and Sonny's brash ideas. Although the cardshops were making a tidy profit in Portland, they all agreed it wasn't enough and that they
had a prime opportunity to expand. It was Tony who came forward to Salvatore and Frederico about establishing regimes, within another month both Tony and Sonny had at least thirty men beneath them.
Between them they controlled the districts of Portland while Frederico and himself controlled the business from the ever expanding office on Temperance Street. Salvatore and Frederico had become the youngest crimelords in Liberty City and the most powerful in Portland.
In Salvatore and Frederico's first year Portland was brimming with gambling businesses. The hoods gave them muscle and kept pressure on rival organisations, particularly the Triads who were new in Liberty. It was while business was ticking over nicely that Salvatore decided to take a short trip to his hometown Trapani. He missed the place and wanted to re-establish his roots with Sicily. Before he left Sonny asked to meet with him, it was about drugs. The narcotics business had exploded in America and had eventually worked its way to Liberty City. Salvatore hated them, he refused to deal in them and had repeatedly told the others it was never a possibility. They all agreed except Sonny who kept pressing and pressing, this was another of these presses. "No Sonny! I've told you, we're not touching that filth and I never expect it to be dealt in this business." The meeting ended abruptly with Sonny flaring up into a temper, Salvatore was
slowly losing patience with Frederico's brother but decided to leave matters till his return.
A month later Salvatore returned home with a wife, Connie. Theirs had been a whirlwind romance and were settling to married life. He also returned to find his organisation in chaos. When he left Sonny took the
chance to give himself more power, he had already controlled the properties in the Red Light District and began using his hoods to unleash a wave of fear over Liberty's citizens. It was Tony who told Salvatore the details of Sonny's brutality: an eldery furniture maker and his wife were found with their throats slashed hanging in
their shop window; three Sonny's hoods were gunned in a back alley for speaking against him; a tobacco store was bombed along with the shopkeeper, three customers and a two year old boy who was with his father. The senseless violence enraged Salvatore, he had Sonny and Frederico called to his office at cardshop on Temperance Street. It was Frederico who entered first, his face weary, weary from trying to restrain his younger brother. "I tried to stop him,
both me and Tony but he doesn't listen. Hopefully you will straighten him out." Within minutes Sonny swaggered into the office, silence consumed the room.
"In the last four weeks you have gone a rampage throughout Portland. I'm clueless as to why the murders of so many citizens was necessary." Sonny shot a defiant glare at Salvatore then went and sat casually on the boss' desk.
"You see Sal, we need fear throughout this city. Fear. It gives us power. It opens doors that were locked shut before."
Salvatore replied, "What doors are you referring to? We have the best business in this city, gambling is-"
Sonny interrupted him, "You're behind the times, I've told you about narcotics, in the last month our profits have doubled through that white gold. The killings gave us so much power the competition ran shit scared. I waited till your absence so I could test it and it works! Better then anything else!"
A cool anger rose in Salvaore, he rose from his chair and walked over to Sonny with his fists clenched. His fists smashed Sonny's face repeatedly; the man stooped to the floor claret red blood began dripping, he was gargling slightly. Salvatore regained his
composure and sat down again, coolly he began his speech, "Sonny, you were told about narcotics. It's dirty and it's disrespectful. You went against my wishes, and against you brother's wishes in defying our orders. Not only that but you killed innocents, fellow Sicilians to establish your filthy business. I'm stripping you of your power, you'll now work for Tony. Frederico now has your regime alongside being
my special advisor, this has already been arranged and discussed by Frederico, Tony and myself. Maybe you will learn and we can some day think about giving back what is yours."
This hit Sonny hard, "You underhanded bastard! I'll remember this Leone and I will have what is mine!" An enraged Sonny catching the blood dripping from his mashed nose stormed out the office.
Chapter 2 - From Cardshops To Casinos
"You've done what?" Luca Leone exploded with anger when his son Salvatore told him of Finucci's murder. "Why do you think I brought you here? We came to here live life properly. Were the deaths of your brother and mother not enough?" His father's reaction didn't come as a total shock to him but what followed did. His father continued his tirade, "So it was you and that Forreli boy who killed Domenic, a right pair of mafioso! "You can plot your killings somewhere else! Don't come back till you earn an honest wage." Salvatore was cast onto the streets of Portland and his father cut off all ties with him. He wasn't angry at his father but puzzled by his lack of Sicilian spirit. Salvatore moved into Finnuci's cardshop and it was to become his base
of operations.
Within months both Salvatore and Frederico Forreli had set up three cardshops in the Portland district. Frederico's brother Santino Forelli or Sonny as he was known worked at the docks and helped the pair in
finding fellow associates to expand the business. While he treated Frederico like his brother, there was something about Sonny he didn't trust. He thought the man as being too arrogant, no respect. The first time he met Sonny was at Marcos Bistro, he sat at a table with another man, arrogance had risen off him like heat. "Hey Sal how you doin! My brother Fredo told me about you, I've got some big plans to throw your
way. First of all let me introduce you to Tony Cipriani, he's my business partner." Throughout that first meeting all Salvatore remembered was Tony's overwhelming sense of ruthlessness and Sonny's brash ideas. Although the cardshops were making a tidy profit in Portland, they all agreed it wasn't enough and that they
had a prime opportunity to expand. It was Tony who came forward to Salvatore and Frederico about establishing regimes, within another month both Tony and Sonny had at least thirty men beneath them.
Between them they controlled the districts of Portland while Frederico and himself controlled the business from the ever expanding office on Temperance Street. Salvatore and Frederico had become the youngest crimelords in Liberty City and the most powerful in Portland.
In Salvatore and Frederico's first year Portland was brimming with gambling businesses. The hoods gave them muscle and kept pressure on rival organisations, particularly the Triads who were new in Liberty. It was while business was ticking over nicely that Salvatore decided to take a short trip to his hometown Trapani. He missed the place and wanted to re-establish his roots with Sicily. Before he left Sonny asked to meet with him, it was about drugs. The narcotics business had exploded in America and had eventually worked its way to Liberty City. Salvatore hated them, he refused to deal in them and had repeatedly told the others it was never a possibility. They all agreed except Sonny who kept pressing and pressing, this was another of these presses. "No Sonny! I've told you, we're not touching that filth and I never expect it to be dealt in this business." The meeting ended abruptly with Sonny flaring up into a temper, Salvatore was
slowly losing patience with Frederico's brother but decided to leave matters till his return.
A month later Salvatore returned home with a wife, Connie. Theirs had been a whirlwind romance and were settling to married life. He also returned to find his organisation in chaos. When he left Sonny took the
chance to give himself more power, he had already controlled the properties in the Red Light District and began using his hoods to unleash a wave of fear over Liberty's citizens. It was Tony who told Salvatore the details of Sonny's brutality: an eldery furniture maker and his wife were found with their throats slashed hanging in
their shop window; three Sonny's hoods were gunned in a back alley for speaking against him; a tobacco store was bombed along with the shopkeeper, three customers and a two year old boy who was with his father. The senseless violence enraged Salvatore, he had Sonny and Frederico called to his office at cardshop on Temperance Street. It was Frederico who entered first, his face weary, weary from trying to restrain his younger brother. "I tried to stop him,
both me and Tony but he doesn't listen. Hopefully you will straighten him out." Within minutes Sonny swaggered into the office, silence consumed the room.
"In the last four weeks you have gone a rampage throughout Portland. I'm clueless as to why the murders of so many citizens was necessary." Sonny shot a defiant glare at Salvatore then went and sat casually on the boss' desk.
"You see Sal, we need fear throughout this city. Fear. It gives us power. It opens doors that were locked shut before."
Salvatore replied, "What doors are you referring to? We have the best business in this city, gambling is-"
Sonny interrupted him, "You're behind the times, I've told you about narcotics, in the last month our profits have doubled through that white gold. The killings gave us so much power the competition ran shit scared. I waited till your absence so I could test it and it works! Better then anything else!"
A cool anger rose in Salvaore, he rose from his chair and walked over to Sonny with his fists clenched. His fists smashed Sonny's face repeatedly; the man stooped to the floor claret red blood began dripping, he was gargling slightly. Salvatore regained his
composure and sat down again, coolly he began his speech, "Sonny, you were told about narcotics. It's dirty and it's disrespectful. You went against my wishes, and against you brother's wishes in defying our orders. Not only that but you killed innocents, fellow Sicilians to establish your filthy business. I'm stripping you of your power, you'll now work for Tony. Frederico now has your regime alongside being
my special advisor, this has already been arranged and discussed by Frederico, Tony and myself. Maybe you will learn and we can some day think about giving back what is yours."
This hit Sonny hard, "You underhanded bastard! I'll remember this Leone and I will have what is mine!" An enraged Sonny catching the blood dripping from his mashed nose stormed out the office.
