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Gabbriello sat back in his chair as a smirk appeared on his face. He was going to get the position he deserved, and he was going to make his father proud. He sat there for several minutes before he heard a knock at the door.
“Are you still on the phone?” Mariano asked.
“No, you guys can come in.”
“So, who was that?” Rinaldo asked.
“It was Enzo calling to offer his condolences,” Gabbriello said.
They all looked at him but didn't ask any additional questions. They continued to drink for another hour before everyone left.
There were over two hundred people who attended the funeral. Gabbriello and his brother Mariano stood side by side as they lowered their father to the ground. Gabbriello thought about the call he received from Enzo Deluca. He was looking forward to stepping into his father’s place and making his father proud.
Gabbriello wanted to make sure his father’s legacy lived on. A week after the funeral, when everyone was gone, Gabbriello received the official announcement that he was chosen to replace his father. He was honored but not surprised when he was told that it was his father who said he would be excellent in that position. Even at his young age, Gabbriello was learning the business and offering ways to make more money. Now it was his to run and he would make sure it would make more money than any other fraction of the family. Gabbriello knew once he was in charge, he would run the business differently from his father. His father was old school, but he was going to bring their businesses into the twenty-first century.
CHAPTER 3
Present day…
Gabbriello Deluca looked out the window of his black Yukon Denali SUV. The tinted windows made it impossible for anyone to look inside, but Gabbriello had a clear view of what was happening on the outside. His custom vehicle came with bulletproof glass and a privacy screen that rose behind the driver’s seat. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He felt an impending headache that was souring his mood further. Gabbriello waited for his driver to open his door. He hated this shit. This was the first time he had to deal with mutherfuckers trying to steal his birthright.
There were a few of his lieutenants who mistakenly believed that Gabbriello was a weak mutherfucker and didn’t have what it took to lead. He had only been in power six months, and they were planning to try and take over his portion of the organization. How they thought they would do this without Enzo’s permission was beyond him. But it didn't matter because he was going to deal with this situation and inform Enzo about the betrayal later. Gabbriello needed to deal with that behavior swiftly and he needed to handle it personally. He called a meeting with all his lieutenants.
Did they think they could plan a takeover of his organization and it not get back to him? Thanks to his most trusted lieutenant, he got the jump of a traitorous plan.
He had people watching the people who were watching his people. Gabbriello's jaw tightened as he thought about the situation. He needed to trust his men. Without trust, you had anarchy.
“Let me handle this situation for you Gabe, I always handled it for your father. Let me do this for you,” Nicholas said as he sat next to Gabbriello, interrupting his thoughts.
Nicholas Romano was one of his longtime friends and his father’s right-hand man before his father died. At five feet eleven inches tall, he was much shorter than Gabbriello but was built like a wall of muscle. Nicholas was always around, always willing to go that extra mile for the family, and was never afraid to get his hands dirty. Gabbriello loved him like a brother.
Gabbriello looked directly at Nicholas. “No, I need to set the tone moving forward. They need to understand that I handle things differently from my father,” he said as his driver opened his door. He exited the vehicle, tugged at the lapels of his black Dior suit, and looked up at the large structure in front of him. The building was used mostly for storage and sat on a five-acre plot of land owned by his family. The building appeared to be run down but was well maintained. It was the place that all the important meetings were held. His father and his father before him all held meetings in that building.
Gabbriello walked towards the door with Nicholas on one side and Andrew, his driver and bodyguard on the other.
Mr. E. was waiting at the door when he arrived. Mr. E.’s first name was Ernest, but Gabbriello always said that the E stood for the Executioner. Gabbriello gave him that nickname after he hired him full time. Mr. E. oversaw all murder operations. Murder for hire, death staging, and body disposal are only a few of the executioner’s abilities. Mr. E. was also one of Gabbriello’s closest confidants.
“They’re all here, Sir,” Mr. E. said to Gabbriello as he walked through the door.
“Thanks E. Are all the other arrangements made?” Gabbriello asked him.
“I will make sure it’s all handled after the meeting.”
Gabbriello nodded as he walked down the long corridor that led to a room where they held their meetings. He was meeting with all his lieutenants. Their footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the otherwise quiet building.
Gabbriello walked into the room, and the quiet chatter stopped. He looked around the room at each one of his lieutenants before he began to talk. “I want to thank you all for meeting me here on such short notice, but we have a problem that needs to be addressed immediately.”
He slowly circled the table as he spoke. “Now I’ve been more than generous with paying you and even sharing the profits of our organization.” He looked at them. “And in this organization, we are a family. A family that looks out for each other, watches each other’s back and would not think of betraying the family. Right?” Gabbriello asked.
“Yes boss.”
“Right boss.”
“Family is everything boss.” some men nervously responded.
As he listened to the responses, he stopped in front of Rinaldo Pasetti and firmly placed his hand on his shoulder. He was the one lieutenant that he trusted with his life. “I don’t believe all of you are genuine. Because if that were true, I wouldn’t have called this meeting.”
Gabbriello looked at Wilfredo, who was now sweating, but could tell he was trying to remain calm. He also looked over at Tomas, who refused to give him eye contact.
