Slam!
In a fit of rage, the Don of the Gallo Familia slammed his fist against the armrest of his chair, the sound echoing through the room. His face was dark with anger as he listened to the report from one of his men. The man had been on his way to the Ice Factory and other hidden businesses when he learned that all their small operations had been raided. He hurried back to report the situation to the Don.
“Don,” the man began respectfully, bowing slightly as he stood before the imposing figure of the Gallo Familia’s leader. “I have urgent news. Our operations have been hit hard.”
The Don’s eyes narrowed, his voice cold and filled with barely contained fury. “Speak. What happened?”
The man swallowed, choosing his words carefully. “It started with the Ice Factory. It was completely raided, and the scene left behind was… devastating. But it didn’t stop there. Our other businesses, the ones we thought were well-hidden, have suffered the same fate.”
The Don leaned forward, his gaze piercing. “Which businesses?” he demanded.
“Our fronts, Don. The car dealership, the import-export warehouse, and the nightclub. All of them, and more,” the man replied, his voice tinged with anxiety. “It’s as if they knew exactly where to strike.”
The Don’s expression grew even darker. “And what of the Ice Factory? Was anyone there?”
The man hesitated, then continued, “Yes, Don. Mr. Gray was there. He was overseeing a shipment. We suspect he might have been taken by the group that raided us.”
The Don’s fist clenched, the tension in the room palpable. “Mr. Gray is a valuable asset. If they’ve taken him, it complicates matters further.”
“Indeed, Don,” the man agreed, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. “We believe the same group is responsible for all the raids. Their precision and timing suggest they had inside information.”
The Don’s eyes flashed with anger. “Inside information? Are you suggesting a traitor among us?”
“It’s a possibility we cannot ignore, Don,” the man replied cautiously. “The coordination of these attacks was too precise to be a coincidence.”
The Don sat back, his mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and retribution. “We need to find out who is behind this and why. Our operations cannot be allowed to crumble.”
“Yes, Don. We are already working to gather more intelligence. But the speed at which they moved… it’s unprecedented,” the man said, his respect for the Don evident in his tone.
The Don nodded, his expression a mix of anger and determination. “Keep me informed of any developments. We will not let this go unanswered.”
“Of course, Don. We will do everything in our power to uncover the truth and restore our operations,” the man assured, his loyalty unwavering.
Before the Don could even begin to relax, another man burst into the room, his face a mix of fear and confusion. He had just come from their cash houses and was visibly shaken by what he had witnessed.
“Don,” the newcomer began, his voice trembling slightly. “I have urgent news about our cash houses.”
The Don’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. “Speak,” he commanded, his tone icy.
“I went to check on our cash houses, but when I arrived at the first one, it was already surrounded by police. I couldn’t get close,” the man reported, his voice steadying as he continued. “I saw our men being carried out, unconscious.”
The Don’s expression darkened further. “And the others?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
The man hesitated, a shiver running through him as he recalled the scene. “The second cash house… it was a bloodbath. Our men were brutally killed, blood everywhere. It was the same at the third cash house-broken bones, necks snapped, blood covering the floors.”
The Don’s anger simmered beneath the surface as he listened. “And the police? Have they secured all our cash houses?”
“Yes, Don,” the man confirmed, nodding. “The police have taken control of all of them.”
The Don leaned back, trying to maintain his composure. “As long as the cash flow isn’t disrupted, we can manage. If the authorities find out these cash houses are linked to the Gallo Familia, they might release that information.”
The man shook his head, hesitating before speaking again. “Don, the money has already been seized by the police, and our bank accounts have been frozen. From what I observed, the information the police have doesn’t link the cash houses to the Gallo Familia.”
The Don stood abruptly, his anger palpable. “They didn’t find any information connecting them to us? If that’s the case, we have no claim, and they’ll think we’re trying to take ownership without evidence.”
“No, Don,” the man replied, shaking his head. “I believe this was planned by those who attacked our cash houses. They must know something about our operations.”
The first man, who had reported earlier, spoke up. “Don, I think it’s the same group responsible for all the attacks, including the Ice Factory and our other businesses. They knew exactly what to target first. I suspect they have inside information because of the timing and sequence of the attacks.”
The Don paused, considering the implications. “It seems they know how to bring us down. They understand our strengths and weaknesses. I’m certain we’re being targeted. If it were just one attack, I wouldn’t be concerned, but they’ve hit multiple businesses and cash houses we owned, and now it’s all in the hands of the police.”
He continued, “I’m convinced there’s a mole among us. This group knew these places were connected to us, even though it wasn’t public knowledge. They used this to their advantage, leaving us with no leverage over the police, especially now that it’s been exposed to the public as a major event.”
“But this isn’t our biggest problem,” the Don continued, his voice laden with the gravity of their situation. “We were just one step away from being on par with the Costa Familia, but because of this incident, it looks like we’ll end up in the mud. Moreover, this will significantly impact our position with the Sicilian Familia.”
One of the men nodded in agreement before asking, “But what will our plan be now?”
“We need to find out why we’re being targeted by these people and what their intentions are,” the Don replied, his voice steadying as he sat back down, trying to regain his composure. “We must discover who is behind these attacks.”
He looked at the two men with determination. “You two, act immediately. Take some people with you and conduct a thorough investigation!” he ordered.
The two men nodded in agreement, ready to act on the Don’s command. But before they could leave, the door behind them opened, and a distinguished-looking man entered the room. His presence commanded attention, and the atmosphere shifted as he stepped forward, bringing with him an air of authority and intrigue.