The club has changed names and is now called The Angel Club for the reason that Salvatore has just passed away and he died right out front of the club. Johnny slowly drove into Chinatown and they drove to the retuarant which was right on the border of the Red Light District. Johnny saw Danny Profini and Peter Goterelli across from the restuarant. Peter was the cousin of Luigi Goterelli and partially owned The Angel Club. Johnny stopped next to them and called out, "Danny go inside and see if their ready and Peter grab the sniper rifle from the trunk and keep an eye out on anything weird ok?" Peter nodded and moved for the trunk as Danny quickly ran across the street. We sat in the car while Peter set up in some bushes so he wouldn't be seen and Danny came out and walked over and quickly stated, "They're ready for us. They said that The Empire's leader and his guys will be here soon." I asked, "Don Cipriani, are you ready?" The Don nodded his head and the five of us slowly walked across the street and into the resturant. The owner quickly brought us into the VIP section and into the business room.
We waited for about five minutes until four figures strolled into the room and the on in the back was a large muscular man. He looked as though he was either Cuban or Haitian but I couldn't tell. The man held a briefcase in his right hand and in his left he held another briefcase which he set onto the table that lay before the Don. Don Cipriani looked at me and ordered, "Check whats inside." I nodded and opened the cases and they revealed a large amount of drugs and the other one revealed a large sum of money.
The large man exclaimed, "Hello gentlemen! My name is Carlos Ortiz and I'm the leader of The Empire! We've recently moved to Liberty City from Cuba and we just want peace. We have no interest in having a war with the powerful family you run. We just want to deal our drugs as we are a drug empire. We will not sell to any of your members as long as we keep some borders. I don't want to see any of your members unless authorized by us. Is that ok with you Don Cipriani?" The Don glanced at me and then glared at Carlos and requested, "I don't want drugs near our territory...not even to plain ordinary civillians! Also get those drugs out of here. Our family doesn't touch drugs and if any of them do they have a...punishment of some sort. I'd like you to change the drugs into money THEN we'll be ok!"
Carlos chuckled and exclamied, "You Don Cipriani are a negotiator huh? You either take the drugs and the money or the deal is off...and we'll sell drugs all over Liberty City!" I smirked and got ready to draw my two .45's and then suddenly a gunshot echoed through out the room and I saw a Empire soldier fall to the ground. Don Cipriani held a desert eagle in his hand and the barrel was smoking. Carlos looked at the man on the ground and went to pull out a gun from inside his coat until I pulled out my .45's and pointed them at hius head. He stopped and sat back in his chair and asked, "Does the mafia ALWAYS betray people that can kill them?" Don Cipriani laughed and yelled, "THE MAFIA DOESN'T BETRAY PEOPLE THAT CAN KILL US! WE BETRAY PEOPLE THAT WE CAN KILL! Ricky...I leave this to you. I'll send up some muscle to guard the place while you..."negoiate" with our friend here."
I nodded and replied, "Don Cipriani, this dirtbag won't live past today!" Don Cipriani chuckled and exited the retuarant while Johnny,Benny,Danny and myself sat in the VIP ection. The cops would surely be arriving soon so we had to finish it quick. I pulled the trigger and the bullet pierced Carlos in the stomach and he bled from his mouth. The other two Empire members pulled out their guns and opened fire on us. Johnny pulled out a 9mm and shot one of the Empire soldiers in the leg. The men fell to the floor but continued to open fire on us.
Danny and Benny kicked the table over as cover and the other two Empire soldiers quickly ran to the front door but one was sniped by Peter waiting outside. The four of us looked at each other when we heard sirens echoing throughout the streets of Portland. We ran to the door and I shouted to Peter, "PETER! COPS!!" Peter nodded and threw the sniper rifle strap over his shoulder and they saw a car speeding down the street towards them. The group sighed as they saw it was a Leone Sentinel. Peter looked behind the Sentinel and saw antoher Leone Sentinel following far behind. Benny, Johnny and myself climbed into the first Leone Sentinel while Danny and Peter climbed into the second Leone Sentinel. We took off towards the newly built restuarant that is partially owned by myself, Benny, and Johnny. The restuarant is named The Tri-Family Garden and is named the Tri-Family garden as three families own the restuarant. The Caprino family, Torio family, and the Gerini family.