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The Sindacco Family

Chapter 3 Part 1: Liberty City

Jack Andoli's presence was a touchy situation, you see you have your foot soldiers of a family and you have your higher ups. Now when a couple of foot soldiers get together it's nothing really, you know just fucking around and playing cards and all that good shit. It's also alright if a foot soldier goes and sees a higher up in his territory, of course its alright it's his boss after all you don't go see the regional manager of sales at the grocery store to get your check at the end of the week do you? but this, this is different. You have another higher up, closet man to the Don, his conciliariy, going to see a boss in another region. Two things can come from this either there discussing a hit or there getting ready for a gang war, either way somebody's going to end up dead as a result of this meeting. This is the unwritten logic of the streets, that has been passed down for generations tracing all the way back to the Cosa Nostra in the old country. Thing's are definitely heating up.

Carcer City,1953

Frank Sindacco had been a nervous wreak for the past two weeks, first his son kills a Forelli, and than his other son kills a crew that had close ties to the same family. It was all over town and probably all over the Midwest too, in every news paper stand and grocery store, gang war. Of course Frank composed himself and acted calm and clear minded like any good leader would. He had his son ,Johnny, take up temporary residence in the Sindacco compound, which was just a loose collection of offices and local businesses with a parking lot in the middle of it. He sent his lawyer and right hand man, Jack Andoli, to look after his other son, Charlie, as well as his Liberty City operations. Now all he could do was wait and he was a terrible waiter. His office looked over main street so he watched all the traffic go by with little to no interest. Frank was getting old now he had a lot of gray hair and you could see his crows feet from a mile off and his mustache was battle ship gray with streaks of white in it, but it was oddly welcoming he looked like your local good humor man.

Funny that the opposite of him sat across the room in a big reading chair, to make things even funnier it was his own son, Johnny Sindacco. Johnny was a nervous wreck too, but it showed on him like no other. His tie was undone, he was sweating, and he kept folding and unfolding his hands every once in awhile hed get up to go get a drink. This time around his father stopped him "John" Frank said quietly "yeah pop?" Johnny asked pouring himself another glass of bourbon. "Stop the drinking" Johnny looked at the full glass to his dad and than back again, he dumped the glass back in the bottle "yes pop." Frank turned around in his chair and looked at his son, it was a cold hard stare, it was time to talk business. "As you already know I have sent Jack to go see Charlie but now it's time to talk about you" Johnny was just about to say something but his father stopped him "let me finish John, you know it's rude to interrupt your mother and I taught you better than that" Johnny just shook his head.

"You did wrong John you killed a family man in cold blood with out reason" Johnny stepped closer to the desk. "Without reason pop? the guy came to us with a bunch of other guys he threatened to kill me if I didn't move my car, he called you an old bastard, what the fuck was I suppose to do, in all respect?" Frank sat back in his chair and quietly thought it over. "People say things John, they always do but that's no reason to pull a knife on him" "but pa.." Frank slammed his hand down on the desk "enough!" John stood dead still. "I want you to act like a man, not a child. A man who has enough sense to know when to pull a knife and when to silently comply. A responsible man who cares about the welfare of his own family, you almost got your brother killed for god sakes. "Pa every day we don't move on the Forellis' is another day we don't have to prepare. There out there!" Johnny walked over pointing out the window. "everyday there out there buying cops off, smuggling weapons, and getting rich off what we refuse to even look at."

"This conversation is not about drugs, it is about what your temper is doing and what it has done, you don't think John, you just don't think and now once again because of your anger we have a problem."Pa, this is not a wise move!" the room was silent again, you could cut the tension with a knife. "I'm going to tell you what I told Charlie and what I told Salvatore and what I told the other four families, you do not shit where you sleep and with drugs that is exactly what we would be doing. Our friends would not be friends very long if they found out my business was drugs and not exporting" Frank settled himself again. "Now any ideas you have about getting rich off that stuff I want it out of your head now! Where talking about what where going to do about this and it's not good for you as my temporary conciliary to be arguing over petty details of a different matter." Johnny just looked at the floor "alright pa" he went back over to the arm chair "so what do you think we should do?" "I don't know you tell me what you think" Frank said getting up and going to the liquor cabinet.

"Alright I think we should put all Sindacco affairs in the mid west area under lock down, that includes our factories in Danford" Frank just shook his head "and than we should find an excuse to go to Liberty City, like Salvatore's sister's wedding. We go as guests, but we talk business" Frank just shook his head again. "Than... I don't know what to do from there" Johnny folded his arms and took a sip of the drink that was next to him, probably from earlier. "Sounds good John, you see when you think you get a lot more done, your a thinker John your just impulsive" Frank got up and began feeding the fishes. "I want you to call our man down in Danford, tell him to get some guys, not to heavily armed on guard. Than I want you to call Mrs. Leone and give her your most heartfelt congratulations on her daughters wedding." Johnny leaned foward "alright pa" he got up to leave. "John wait" "yes pa?" Frank sat back down "get Charlie on the phone, I want to talk to him, but more than ever his Ma wants to know how he's doing, she's worried sick" "okay pa" Johnny left the room. Don Frank Sindacco turned around in his chair and watched the traffic go by again, he was definitely taking things calm, like any good leader would.

Liberty City, 1953

Momma's restaurant was always busy. People would always line up to the end of the block to get a seat in her restaurant. But if you were a guy with connections like Charlie Sindacco they always made sure there was a place for you, always. What most people didn't know was that the restaurant was one of the biggest hot spots for stolen goods. Antonio Cipriani a long time friend to the Leone family would except what any local thief had to offer, it was like a Pawn Shop for wise guys. He'd take the stuff around back in the alley and store it in boxes that where labeled "Kitchen Ware" it was Ingenious. And if a cop came snooping around he'd just get one of the family bought sergeants to bust his balls. Antonio may of excepted what any local thief gave him but that doesn't mean you could hand him shit and expect gold bricks.

He was known for being tough but fair. This one time a 15 year old kid had been screwing him over with car parts. What the kid use to do was steal mufflers, radio's, and hub caps from the neighbor hood cars and sell them double the price, now it doesn't take an idiot to figure out your not getting a good deal if your buying your stolen crap back at double the price. And of course Cipriani was no idiot. So one night he had a cop go on a unusual patrol route, long story short the kid got his fingers broken with a Billy club because he pulled a gun on the officer that was never found, but that was Cipriani tough but fair he took crap from no one. Right now he was helping his wife stir some sauce special for the two gentlemen on the patio. His son Toni was helping by chopping some onions, they did pretty decent for just the three of them though.

Antonio knew he had some higher ups in his restaurant and he was going to do everything to make sure they were comfortable, including telling tourists to fuck off, that's the one thing you don't do is burn a local if you do that your business is sunk but who cares if you scam a few tourists I mean they bring spending money don't they? Charlie was just having a after dinner smoke, it was getting late in the evening and the sky was a brilliant pastel of purple and red. Jack just sat quietley playing with the left over broccoli on his plate. "So why did we come here jack?" Charlie said taking a big hit of his cigarette. "The reason you were set up was because of Johnny" Jack said finally putting his fork down for the first time in 20 minutes "so what your calling my brother a traitor?" Jack just looked at him "no I'm not it's John's temper Charlie, he cut up a Forelli In Carcer Square about two weeks ago, they even said he shot a couple of them. That's why shit went so wrong with the O Hare crew, they wanted to get you and Salvatore in retribution." Jack looked over his shoulder.

"Where even running a risk by being anywhere near Saint Mark's right now" Charlie snubbed out his cigarette. "Well that's a risk I'm willing to take, what about my father is he in any danger?" "no, but things may change if this turns into a full blown war Charlie, shits getting real serious" Jack said lighting up a cigarette. "Well what do we do about it?" "I don't know yet but your brothers safe and so is your father, but it's you that where worried about your out here all alone with only the Leones to watch your back, I know we can trust them but if this does become a war it maybe every family for themselves and you don't want to be stuck all the way out here when that happens" Charlie just nodded his head.

"You know your starting to look like your father more and more everyday" "tha..." suddenly a roar of machine gun fire filled the air. It was a drive by coming from a Voodoo an old fashioned drive by. Charlie jumped on the floor and used the deck wall as cover. The voodoo stopped in mid drive and another guy got out and started firing his Tommy gun too. "Shit!" Jack said trying to reach into his trench coat for his hand gun. The voodoo was at a crawling pace now with the guy in the drivers seat and the other guy hanging out the back door both firing Tommy guns. "What the fuck do we do Charlie?" "hope to god they don't come up here to check if they got us" "sounds like a plan. Suddenly antonio emerged with a shot gun "bastards!" he fired two shots at the Voodoo, the first one broke a head light but the second one hit a guy dead in the head. His head exploded in a brilliant splash of red and than he was just a mangled corpse hanging out the passengers side window. The other gunner go the message pretty quickly and banged on the roof the voodoo suddenly picked up speed and disappeared around the corner.

The restraunt was in shamble's, broken dishes everywhere, and scared people hiding behind over turned tables. Cipriani ran over to Jack and Charlie "are you guys alright?" Charlie spit up some blood "I think I've been hit in the lung" he passed out. "Oh shit, Charlie no, no, no" Jack rolled him over on his back "come on Charlie, wake up, wake up" he began smacking his face "somebody call an ambulance" all the people just stared "what the fucks a matter with you all? this mans been hit!" Jack leaned his head close to Charlie's chest "he's still breathing."

Carcer City, 1953

The call came about 11 at the Sindacco residence, Charlie had been hit. Mrs. Sindacco was crying, everyone was up, know one knew if by hit they meant by a bullet or hit as in dead.