To Be an Honest Man: Dedizione All'Amore: Chapter 2 – Unwanted Guests

Chapter 2 – Unwanted Guests

Cesare and I meet with Vito D’Accordo, one of the five primary dons of our family, who lives in a simple house much like Russell and Angelo. Next door to his house is his lucrative olive oil business, deli, and sandwich restaurant that sells meals personally passed down from his family. He welcomes my brother and me into his house and offers us something to eat.

“Thank you, but after what we found out, I don’t think I’ll eat anything until breakfast tomorrow morning,” Cesare says.

“It must be important for you to be here so late in the day. Tell me. What did you find out?” Vito says as we sit in his office that has dimmed and shuttered windows.

“The foreigners are using the Church and homes for the poor as shelters for themselves, to have meetings, and to produce their propaganda,” I explain.

“Of all the places to hide, they choose to hide behind the poor and needy. It should’ve been obvious since manipulating the poor and middle class is how they obtained power in their own countries, but I guess we were being too charitable to think that they wouldn’t stoop so low.”

“I ought to shoot every priest, nun, and charity worker who’s been letting this happen under our noses,” Cesare says.

“Those who feign being virtuous indeed deserve worse fates than obvious villains, but we can’t be too hasty in sending them to Hell. Where are your wives?”

“They’re questioning Bishop Rodrigo, our contact in the Church, to see if he’s aware of what’s going on,” I say.

“Good. For my part, I’ll have my people at the airports and docks redouble their efforts, especially searching the ships and planes that have the refugees from countries under the control of the Mediterranean Empire and Zeitloses Imperium. Security and vetting will be improved overnight. You have my word.”

“Thank you.”

“Is there something else you wanted to discuss? I can see it on your face, Vincenzo. You’re a man whose always looking to thoroughly deal with a problem so that it doesn’t become a problem in the future.”

“This is a long shot, but is there a way you can help us find a way to prevent the Vorfahren from coming over to this country? If we don’t, we’ll be perpetually in a cold war against them as they keep sending people loyal to their heinous ideology over here or trying to corrupt our own people.”

“I can pull some strings to see what I can find, though it won’t be a permanent solution. I hear that our deal with the government could provide that.”

“Yeah, and having a president on our side could also start another Great War.”

“If there needs to be another war so soon, then let there be war. It’s only a good and necessary thing when all other options are exhausted, and at this rate, with how the Vorfahren keep pushing their way into other countries, it looks to be the best choice. Knowing the current government, they might just send us overseas to deal with the problem ourselves.”

“That’s not really a bad thing if we have the right resources.”

“You’re right. We could probably even handle it better. Anyways, I appreciate the news and advice, Campione brothers. Do God’s work as always.”

“We will,” my brother and I say.

Cesare and I leave Vito’s house and head back home. There, our parents and wives are already waiting for us with dinner on the table, despite the late hour. We eat together and talk about routine, normal things like politics, upcoming birthdays, neighborhood events, drama with family, and the like. After we say good night and head into our separate rooms, I talk to Marin about what she learned. It turns out that the good bishop is a good bishop and had no idea that the people under him were hiding and helping the Vorfahren and profiting off them.

“Bishop Rodrigo will help us expunge the wolves from the sheep in due time. He’s already in the process of doing so right now and won’t get an ounce of sleep tonight,” Marin says further as she lies down next to me.

“I’m sure Vito will do much of the same. Even though it isn’t his fault so many of our enemies slipped under his nose, he takes personal responsibility for this failure and won’t rest until the problem is rectified,” I say.

“What about our problem?”

“We have a problem? Oh, the kids. As I said, we’ll have kids once this problem with the Vorfahren is under control.”

“Okazaki and Cesare aren’t letting that stop them. They already had a baby boy, and I hear that Okazaki is trying to get pregnant again.”

“Poor Cesare.”

“You should be more concerned about poor you. What about poor me?”

I look at Marin, consider it, and give her what she’s asking for. The next morning, Okazaki and Cesare ask what took us so long, and I ask, “What happened to privacy between a husband and wife?”

“Oh, we didn’t see much. We shut the door after making sure what we heard was actually happening. Forgive us,” Okazaki says with a sly smile.

“How many are you planning on having?” Cesare asks.

“Let’s start with one and go from there,” I say. Marin’s face gives off a mad in the morning sort of vibe, so I assume I said the wrong thing. “Two, three, or four, maybe. I don’t know.”

Looking back at Marin, she seems satisfied with my answer. Thank God. Of course, my parents are the most glad that Marin and I decided to finally start having kids, and they hit me upside the head for waiting months to do so. After breakfast, the four of us go out to do our daily jobs. My brother and I go to the car mechanic shop, and our wives go to work at the office of the archdiocese. We need a legitimate job to make ends meet, support our family, and support the family after all.

Our coworkers at the mechanic’s shop and the neighbors we pass by ask us if we’re handling the Vorfahren threat, and we say that we are, while leaving out the fact that the problem isn’t wholly contained, so as not to disappoint them. While at work, Cesare isn’t as chatty as he usually is with his coworkers. His mind is probably on the Vorfahren just as much as my mind is. We don’t have to wait long to hear back from our contacts, as one of Vito’s men comes to us after work to tell us that he, the chief of police, Umberto Destro, Bishop Rodrigo, and James Sovrano, are meeting with us in the basement of our parish church. We immediately head to the basement to see James already in a pious rage.

“Who the hell do these people think they are? The new Holy Roman Empire, or something?” James asks.

“Yes, they actually do,” Bishop Rodrigo says matter-of-factly.

“It was a rhetorical question, bishop. I ought to kick their asses all the way back to the world myself for bringing their shit here. Excuse my language.”

“Let’s get this meeting started so you won’t have to wait long to kick their asses,” Marin says as we sit at the round meeting table.

We are served bread and charcuterie boards of various kinds of lunchmeat on them from Vito’s deli and wine from James Sovrano’s vineyards across the river in his Garden State.

“I want it to be on our private record that I had no clue what the poor houses were doing. All of my most loyal contacts were caught unaware as well,” Bishop Rodrigo says.

“Yes, yes, bishop, we know. I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that your charities got nice paychecks from the Vatican and the government for all the people you were caring for,” James points out.

“James. Please,” Umberto says. “Let’s get down to business.”

“Fine. You want business? I got business for the Vorfahren. My people and I are ready to raid every poor house in this city and my state, and give them all the business end of our guns, hot lead all for the low cost of their lives.”

“As much as it would save my side of things paperwork and the trouble of processing them as prisoners, the country and theirs won’t deal well with the deaths of so many people, even if we classify them as subversives.”

“What do you suggest that we do then, chief?”

“Smoke them out like we are right now. Just tell me where you all are going, and we’ll coordinate our forces to take them all down at once.”

“Bishop?”

“I have to agree with Chief Umberto. It would be the most moral solution. Let them prove themselves to be criminals so that they can be arrested and deported.”

“Vito?”

“I can’t disagree with the bishop in most cases, and this is one of them.”

“Come on, there has to be some kind of compromise between us.”

“I’m more on James’ side,” Cesare says.

“I am as well,” Okazaki says. “We can deal with the rubble in the shadows, and the cops can come to clean up the mess and chalk it up to being two groups of criminals fighting one another.”

“There we go! I knew I could count on you two.”

“Then the cops will have to crack down on the criminals, even if they are helping the government,” I say.

“With the way things are now, the Vorfahren only know that groups of vigilantes and concerned citizens are fighting against them with aid from the cops. We need them to keep thinking that way so that they think that any retaliatory strikes mean war between their empires and our country,” Marin adds. “If they think that a singular group of criminals is after them, then they won’t hesitate to fight back.”

“What if they had to fight more than one gang?” I ask.

“What are you going to suggest?” Umberto asks.

“There’s the Israeli mafia. The Vorfahren, especially those from Adler, have an issue with the Israelis since they control many of the banks in Adler and were the reason many were in inescapable debt. Since both groups already hate each other, it shouldn’t be too hard to convince the Israelis to help us.”

“You want those people helping us? I don’t hate them as the Vorfahren do, but I don’t exactly trust those Christ killers either,” Cesare says.

“We don’t need to trust them with anything other than what we already know they want to do. All we need to give them is the assurance that the cops will look the other way while they clean up the trash. If this gets public, all it’ll look like is the Israelis defending themselves against a foreign threat. We may even gain traction in our cause against the same threat as well.”

“Okay,” Umberto says as he digs in his pocket and gives me his badge. “Okay, Vincenzo. Take my badge if they don’t believe you. That’s a really good idea. The Israelis have been doing everything to get at the Vorfahren and trying to force authorities to do more to get them out of the country, so this should satisfy them and get them off our backs. You can’t promise them that they’ll get anything out of this other than the chance to hit back at the people who hate them, alright?”

“Yes, sir. Bishop? Any disagreements?”

“Self-defense isn’t a sin, so I don’t,” Bishop Rodrigo says.

“Then it’s settled,” James says.

“Wait for Vincenzo and Cesare to get back to us about the Israeli mafia’s cooperation first before we say it’s settled,” Vito says. “Sit and enjoy yourselves. I have my own business with you, I want to discuss.”

Marin and Okazaki stay in the parish basement with the big bosses while Cesare and I go out to arrange a meeting with the Israeli mafia. It doesn’t take long to find someone who’s connected to them in the Israeli part of the city, since they come to us first and bring us to the basement of an office building. Inside the basement, people are already here in expensive suits with guns, maps, and cash on various tables, as if this were a military command center.

“Take a seat, Campione brothers,” the oldest man says. “I have a feeling that we’re both about to bring up a subject we’re both interested in, but I want to hear you speak about it.”

“Sir, would you like to help us get rid of a common foe? You’ll have the backing of the government so that you don’t need to worry too much about getting away with it,” I say.

“So, it is true that the government is backing your family in getting rid of the Vorfahren from the city. We saw it happen, but didn’t know if you were getting away with it because you had those certain cops on your side or had the wider government on your side. Now, why would they need our help? Why should we give it? The government is being infiltrated by the Vorfahren, and they haven’t been doing a good job of protecting my people from them here or on the other side of the world.”

“Like I said. It’s to fight a common enemy. If you don’t believe me, take a look at this.”

I calmly take Umberto’s badge out so none of the people in the room think I’m pulling out a gun, and put the badge on the table.

“I believe you. What I have a hard time believing is why we should work together. People say we worship the same God, but we don’t. The Israeli Church doesn’t worship the man our ancestors helped crucify that you Catholics of the Patiens Ecclesia worship. Also, the Vatican and many in your Church are in the pocket of or sympathetic to the Vorfahren cause, so as far as I know, we may have a common enemy, but no common reason to work together because we don’t know if you’ll stab us in the back afterward.”

Cesare looks a little concerned at me, but I keep my composure.

“We don’t need to worship the same God to work together. That’s what being part of the United Chimaera State is about. We work for the common good of us all. As for the Vatican and the Church, every Catholic is instructed to do as instructed, but not to do as they do. I’m sure you’ve heard of the sudden death of the new pope, right? The same one who was said to be working with the Vorfahren?”

The old man’s eyes narrow.

“You people wouldn’t dare.”

“Why wouldn’t we? We still have friends and family in our home country of Lupa. Why can’t it be possible?” The old man smiles, and the rest of the men in the room either laugh or start whispering to one another. “Remember the arrests the police made at the Catholic poor home? Ask any of your contacts in law enforcement, and they’ll tell you we helped get the Vorfahren arrested.”

“Ah, you didn’t need to convince me further past your first point. You’re wise for your age. I’m sure you’re going to go to big places when you get older. You have our help.”

My brother and I thank the Israeli mafia and lead them back to our parish basement to get our plans together. While both leaders are coordinating which targets they’re picking and what time they’ll be acting, and everyone else is eating, Cesare pulls me aside where no one will hear us.

“Is what you said about the pope true? Were you told something I wasn’t?” Cesare asks.

“I don’t know. It’s a rumor I heard. It could be true, it could also not be,” I say.

Cesare laughs and says, “Are you still thinking about going into politics?”

“Possibly.”

“Well, I think you have a good chance at getting in if you keep talking like that to people.”

After the plans are finalized, the cops, our family, and the Israeli mafia strike the Vorfahren hideouts in the night. Most of the purging that’s done is quiet, and what doesn’t happen quietly is spoken on the news as the Israeli people fighting against their bullies.

One Israeli interviewed on the news says on TV, “They want to come here to take over our country and kill us and everyone else whom they hate! Why shouldn’t we fight back?”

The same thing is said by the Mediterranean people in our neighborhood, saying that just because they are the same race as one of the major empires doesn’t mean that they share the same way of thinking. Together, the Mediterranean people and Israelis let their hatred of the Vorfahren ideology be known and protest against it the same day and the next, just as we plan. The bosses of our family and the Israeli mafia watch it, celebrating together, sharing each other’s food, and talking with one another as if we’re all estranged family members making up for lost time. It’s nice to see, but it’s not the end. Not even close. This city may be secure, but others aren’t, and there’s much work that’s left to be done. I tell Cesare and Okazaki this when they tell me that I look worried.

I smile and say, “Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

“We both do,” Marin adds, smiling at me, knowing what the plan is.

To Be an Honest Man: Dedizione All'Amore: Chapter 1 – A Foreign Threat

Chapter 1 – A Foreign Threat

The two explosive lovers, my brother and his wife, head into the warehouse at the docks guns blazing and run out like two kids who kicked a hornet’s nest and are trying not to get stung, except the hornets are firing foreign silenced pistols and rifles at them. Coming to their aid, my wife and I surround the foreigners with gunfire of our own, and are then aided by members of the family who bring the real heavy firepower. When the smoke settles, we go in and make sure none of the foreigners kill themselves with their guns or cyanide pills in their mouths. I make sure one of the foreigners can’t kill himself, and then start questioning him in our shared language.

He looks disgusted at me, spits in my face, and says in English, “You speak Mediterranean like a true Medigan, you’re dog shit and a disgrace to the old country of Lupa.”

“The Mediterranean Empire shouldn’t be in the United Chimaera States. You should keep your trashy ideology to yourself and the old world,” I say.

“Why should we? We improve everywhere we conquer. We have all the territory the Roman Empire once had, and what we don’t have is being conquered by our allies in the Zeitloses Imperium. What do you have in comparison? Nothing. If your authorities need criminals like you to watch them, then they’re pathetic, and you are as well. Your wife looks like a tanned pig with all that jewelry, makeup, and tacky clothes-”

I punch the foreign man in the face to shut him up and knock him out.

“You didn’t have to do that, Vincenzo. I wasn’t insulted by what he said,” Marin says.

“I don’t care. No one insults my wife. Besides, the cops will question him next.”

“We could’ve questioned him. You know I have a way of making people tell me what I want to know.”

“You’ll have to save that for me for later.”

“Uuu. Let’s not wait too long, then, and get out of here.”

Marin and I walk over to check on my brother, Cesare Campione, and his wife, Okazaki Mistico, or rather, Okazaki Campione now, both of whom are talking and laughing like kids who got off an exciting ride.

“We got’em good, didn’t we? I love it when a plan goes exactly as planned!” my brother, Cesare, says.

“I told you Providence was on our side, didn’t I, honey?” Okazaki asks.

“That you did.”

“Hey, you two. Are you both okay?” I ask.

“We’re great, Vincenzo. Are we good to head out?”

Just as Cesare finished speaking, the cops head up to where we are and start arresting the foreigners and putting them in their trucks. Heading over to the police sergeant, we acknowledge each other and head our separate ways as if we were just coworkers exchanging shifts. Cesare and I take our wives to Angelo Delicato’s restaurant to celebrate with the other members of our family.

Angelo comes to congratulate us for doing our duty for our country, and I ask him, “You can get on in this deal we have with the government if you want. We can use all the help we can get.”

“I’ll let you know if I hear of any foreigners causing trouble in the neighborhood, but that’s all I’ll do for you,” Angelo says. He’s dressed as slick as always and looks like the spitting image of an aged Mediterranean man of honor who never has a wrinkle on his shirt or hair out of place. “You know how I like to do business, quiet, simple, and in the neighborhood.”

“Where’s Russell? I haven’t seen the old mechanic in a while,” Cesare says.

“Russell is doing business with the new families in the country. He’s gotta make sure they’ll do as we request if they want to be a part of our family.”

“Is he accompanied by anyone from the family?”

“Some people and his trusted bodyguard, some Great War veteran named Frank. Frank will keep Russell safe and do the dirty work for him. They’re like father and son, those two, despite the difference in race.”

“The king has to make sure his governors are doing their jobs correctly,” Marin says. “The new man who took over Amoroso Puramente’s territory and businesses, James Sovrano, is doing well.”

“I’m sure you’re keeping a close eye on him, Mrs. Campione.”

“Yes, Mr. Delicato. He wants to make sure that he’s a true man of honor, unlike the previous traitorous leader. At least that’s what I heard from the people under him.”

“Keep up the good intelligence gathering on him and the others, and please, make sure your husband and brother-in-law don’t get into any more serious trouble than they’re already getting into.”

“Yes, Mr. Delicato.”

Angelo turns to Okazaki, “Mrs. Campione.”

“Yes, Angelo. I’ll make sure the boys are on the path laid out for us,” Okazaki says.

Angelo kisses Marin’s hand and Okazaki’s hand and walks away. While Okazaki and Cesare eat, drink, and celebrate, Marin and I talk about what we should do next.

“The government expects us to make sure that the infiltrators from the Mediterranean Empire and Zeitloses Imperium don’t infiltrate our country with their heinous ideology of Von Menscehn und Vorfahren or just Vorfahren as it’s commonly called. Once we do it, they’ll be more favorable to us, even help us get a president into office who will be on our side,” I remind Marin and myself. “They don’t care if the problem completely goes away as long as it doesn’t bother them in our country, but I care. Over in the old world, those two empires are turning it upside down, killing and jailing people from different races and beliefs, both political and religious, and taking land that they think is rightfully theirs because the past empires had it.”

“I know where you’re going with this. They’re coming over here and trying to spread their belief here to conquer the United Chimaera States as well,” Marin says.

“They won’t. I’ve foreseen while meditating in the adoration chapel. It’ll be us who will stop their reign of terror,” Okazaki says.

“Yeah, we’ll make sure those Vorfahren bastards won’t mess with us or ours. Tell me more about what you saw,” Cesare says.

As Okazaki explains her visions and connects them to the present circumstances, Cesare looks enamored at her as if under her spell. I swear he’s been different ever since they first met. It’s as if Okazaki knows how to bring something out of him that no one else can. When we first met up with Okazaki and Marin, they were known as and still known as the Gatta Sorella, the Cat Sisters. Okazaki was the one who arranged the meeting and said to Marin that we were the men that they were meant to marry, and after a series of dates, we got married.

Okazaki has always been the spiritual one, loving to talk about visions and dreams, to pray and adore, and to be gun-ho about doing what needs to be done, as she believes is the voice of God, the saints, and her guardian angel. She always wears a golden cross necklace, a golden St. Benedict medal choker, and a golden miraculous medal necklace, along with pink clothes and makeup. She’s Cesare’s bella nera, and to balance out her wild visions is my wife, Marin. She was once Marin Carena, the planner of the two. Just like me, Marin likes to plan things out, get all the details, and then act either diplomatically or use violence as a last resort.

Okazaki and Marin were known as the Gatta Sorella since they did much good work for the family on their side of the city, rooting out traitors and men and women who worked only for themselves rather than for the whole family. Just like Okazaki, Marin wears golden jewelry, except Marin wears four golden bracelets on her right arm that have Scripture verses on them and three other golden bracelets on her left arm that have wise words from the saints. Marin wears purple clothes and makeup rather than pink, and both girls are influenced by an Eastern fashion style called gyaru. Sometimes the two will work for the Church with our primary contact, Bishop Rodrigo Dovuto, to help clean out any of the false faithful who are trying to destroy the Holy Church from within.

“Vincenzo,” Okazaki says as she turns to me. “I can tell you’re letting the stress of the situation get to you. It’s making your mind retreat into old memories of comfort so that it can relax.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t let the stress get to me, but even being here with the most important people in my life isn’t helping much. I’m sorry to admit that,” I say.

“No, you’re right to feel that way. Our leaders don’t want us to directly go after the opposing leaders of the other countries since that would start another Great War, so there’s no helping us there, so we must help ourselves instead, and I know just the place that will help us further our goal of getting rid of the poisonous foreigners.”

Okazaki brings us to a home for the poor that’s run by the Church.

She says, “I’m sure Vincenzo and Marin figured out the foreigners who are poisoning our country with their ideology came in not just from the docks and airports, but with the fleeing immigrants as well.”

“That’s right,” Marin says with a look of surprise on her face.

Neither of us explained to Okazaki or Cesare that we knew the Vorfahren infiltrators were coming in with the immigrants, but hadn’t brought it up because we didn’t know which boats or planes they came on or where they went from there.

“I know you didn’t bring it up because you didn’t know where they were entering from and where they went, but I’ve been told-”

“In your dreams or a vision?” I ask.

“By my friends in the Church this time. They told me that they stay here with the immigrants and use it as a base of operations, a place to hide weapons, manufacture propaganda, and meet with people in power.”

“Let’s go in there and take care of business then. Thanks as always for your help, babe,” Cesare says as he pulls out his revolver that’s loaded with shotgun shells. There’s the old Cesare.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Marin and I say.

“What?”

“We can’t just go in there, turning the place upside down to look for the Vorfahren, or what I mean to say is that we can’t do it without permission,” I say.

“When did we need their permission to do anything we know to be right?” Okazaki says, while taking out her foreign pistol with exorcist prayers engraved on it.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Marin says with her hands out in front of Cesare and Okazaki. “What do you think this is going to look like to them, us just going in there shooting and taking people in for questioning?”

“Like a bunch of criminals doing what we do. Come on, Marin. You’re used to this.”

“We usually have a cover for our actions.”

“We have the government’s cover. We’ll explain to them later what happened, and with what we’re coming out with, they’ll have no choice but to grin and bear the reward. So, are we doing this or not?”

Marin looks at me, and I shrug.

“I’m only doing this because you and your husband will do it even without us.”

“You know it, sis.”

I take out my golden pistol loaded with rifle rounds, and Marin takes out her magnum. We head into the poor house, and Okazaki tells the front desk worker she knows to go home for the night, and she does.

“I hope you make them pay,” the worker says as she leaves.

Okazaki then leads us to the priest that she knows and asks him to reveal the location of the Vorfahren to us.

“Okazaki, please, there are poor men and women here. If the authorities were to find out about what we’re doing, then everyone here could suffer,” the priest says.

“Father, they already are suffering. With the Vorfahren here, they will suffer even more, especially if they corrupt the country with their false beliefs and hatred,” Okazaki says.

“What’s the worst that they can do? Kick you out? Shut this place down? We can ensure that doesn’t happen,” Cesare adds.

“Cesare, beloved, some of the people who work here aren’t forced to hold evil men and women here against their will. A lot of them want to for one reason or another.”

“Is that true?” The priest has a hard time answering, giving his answer through his stuttering and jumbled answer. “I ought to shoot you. Tell me one good reason why you let these people subvert the country you call home.”

Again, the priest stutters and has a hard time giving a straight answer, so Okazaki says, “I’ll answer for him. I can read in his soul that he doesn’t want the government to shut them down or the Church to stop sending them funds, because if this shelter is compromised, then they’ll stop making hundreds of thousands for all the immigrants they’re taking in. He has a lot of excuses for using the money to care for the actual poor and needy, but he knows what he’s doing is wrong.”

As Cesare points his revolver at the face of the priest, the priest tells him to wait and tells us, “They’re in the basement. Here.”

The priest presses a part of the wall like a button, and a hidden door opens.

“If this is a trap or you don’t tell the cops everything you know, I’ll cap you myself,” Cesare says to the priest.

“It’s not a trap. They stay down there, make their propaganda down there, store their weapons, and meet their people. I swear!”

Cesare looks at him, then at Okazaki, who nods at him. The four of us head downstairs to see people working on picket signs, flags, and papers with Vorfahren symbols and propaganda on them.

Marin grabs all of us, pulling us aside and whispering, “Okay. We have to play this smart. No guns blazing because we need this evidence intact, meaning we need a lot of these people alive enough to talk to the authorities.”

“What should we do then?” Okazaki whispers.

“We go with the usual Gatto Sorella plan of attack. Pretend that we have more strength than we actually do, and with our boys, it’ll be easier to fake it.”

“We get it. You don’t need to explain the plan to us,” I say, to which Cesare agrees.

“Let’s do it then, on my go. Let the ladies take the lead,” Marin says

Agreeing, Marin sends the cops our coordinates through our phones for immediate backup, then she and Okazaki take the lead. They shoot their guns up into the air, announce that the cops will be here soon, and that the only hope of them getting off easy is their cooperation. Everyone here has their hands up, and those who look down at the guns, I shoot in the direction of, hitting the wall, and threatening them to keep their hands up.

“If I were you, I’d do as the ladies say,” Cesare adds. “I’m feeling awfully trigger-happy tonight, and you people are already pissing me off with what you’re doing in the old world, and now you want to bring your disease here? No. You don’t get to do that.”

No one says a word, and the four of us are able to keep the crowds under control until the cops come here and arrest everyone without anyone fighting back or firing a shot directly at anyone.

Outside, I say, “I know that the Vatican is compromised in the old world, but for some reason, I didn’t consider that the people here were as well, especially in our own neighborhood. How did we not see this happening?”

“We’re up against people who took their country’s government from under them. Our country may not be in the same circumstances as theirs was, but there are a lot of people here that are sympathetic to their cause, even in our government,” Marin says.

“We’d better report back to Vito D’Accordo about this. With his responsibilities over who and what comes in and out of this country, I’m sure he’ll want to plug this hole as fast as possible,” Cesare says.

“And then go to our contact in the Church,  Bishop Rodrigo Dovuto. If anyone is going to get into trouble, it’s him,” Marin says.

“Let’s hope the good bishop is actually good then.”

“If anything, at least we have a better lead on getting rid of the problem from our city,” Okazaki says.

“That’s right. Let’s get to it before the Vorfahren can plan around it,” Marin says as we head out to go to our separate contacts.

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The Campione Brothers, Vincenzo and Cesare, work at their local mechanics shop but aspire to better their country. Their chance arises when Great War veterans revolt against a corrupt election, rallying to support their community. Through their honorable actions, they earn the title of the Neighborhood Knights. Soon, they uncover a conspiracy against the police and elected officials, leading to a situation where mobsters are defending men of the law.

The Good Neighbor Boys Quartiere Cavalieri: Chapter 4 – Requiem of a Suffering Father

Chapter 4 – Requiem of a Suffering Father

With the true mastermind's identity revealed, both the cops and the family spread out across the city to arrest them and their allies. Cesare and I join the assault on the Puramente estate, which is across the river and heavily guarded and surrounded by his family members and hired help, and further surrounded by cops and state troopers, with neighbors watching from afar to see what happens.

Using a microphone, Umberto Destro, a friend of the family, veteran, and chief of police in this city, says, “Come out with your hands up and surrender. We know you’re all behind the recent murders and attempted murders of police and city officials. There is no escape, so you have the choice of either going to jail or going to the divine judgment seat. Take your pick.”

A shot rings out and ricochets off Umberto’s microphone, prompting the authorities to charge and fight the criminals. Meanwhile, Cesare, members of the family, and I scout the area and make sure that Amoroso doesn’t take any hidden passages to escape. Sure enough, we find him coming out of a house of people he knows, who draw their weapons on us.

“It’s over, don Amoroso Puramente,” Cesare says.

“Look at what the feds are doing to us!” Amoroso says. “They’ve turned us against one another!”

“You were the one who got your hired thugs and family members to shoot us, not the other way around,” I say.

“That’s because you allied yourselves with them and got in the way of me getting justice for my children! Those cocksuckers in the government got them all killed! That’s why we need to bring back the real mob from ages past! Let me escape, and I’ll forget all your crimes against my family. Those people you call thugs are merely members of the new family I’ve created. I have five new powerful families that exemplify the old mob and know how to be true men of honor.”

“There’s no honor in the kind of crimes you want to commit. You’re a grieving father who has his sights set on the wrong people. You’ve gotten good people hurt or killed.”

“Are you talking about those Ministro brothers? Those motherfuckers are traitors to the family by associating the family with the law. We’re slaves to them because of them and Russell, and I refuse to watch everything I do because of people who got my children killed!”

“You should watch your mouth,” Russell says as he and Angelo step out from the crowd with their pistols drawn. “A man of honor doesn’t use such harsh and profane language so easily.”

“Right. You erased that so we wouldn’t speak like the old mob. No taking the Lord’s name in vain, no motherfucker this, no cocksucker that, and no liberal use of the word fuck, but this is a situation where I should use that, and if the next words out of your mouth aren’t words of understanding and joining me, then I have no choice but to shoot you, you old senile fuck.”

Russell shoots Amoroso in the face. The suddenness and shock of it all freeze everyone in place. Cesare and I quickly fire at Amoroso’s allies and members of his family before they can recover, and then we’re aided by our family members who follow what we do.

“The only words of understanding I’ll give you are that I pray and hope that God has mercy on you and yours, old friend,” Russell says as he crosses himself.

We cross ourselves as well and follow Russell and Angelo away from the house. The cops are called to the house, and we let them handle the rest of the cleanup. Back in the basement of the parish church, Cesare and I are celebrated in our efforts and given more responsibilities in the family, such as patrolling a wider area, being in charge of newer members, and giving them orders. Later on the news, the authorities announce their victory over the criminals who were going after them and that the city is safe once again, thanks to the new administration and its supporters.

“At least they give us a little credit,” Cesare jokes as he smokes while watching the TV.

“Remember, we shouldn’t get away. We aren’t supposed to have the spotlight on us or exist in the public mindset,” I say.

“You’re right. I am just glad that justice was served by people like us, of all people.”

“Why wouldn’t it be us? We’re men of the community, helpers of neighbors. We’re Quartiere Cavalieri, the Neighborhood Knights.”

“Hell yeah, brother, and this is just the start of the legacy we’ll leave on the world.”

 

The End

The Good Neighbor Boys Quartiere Cavalieri: Chapter 3 – Criminals on the Side of Cops

Chapter 3 – Criminals on the Side of Cops

To start our investigation, Cesare and I are actually being helped by some of the Great War veterans who are now cops. They don’t mind helping the family since they helped change the city for the better and keep the other lesser criminals in check. Plus, they don’t think any of the family’s illegal dealings are sinful and view us as honest men who do dishonest work that needs to be done. They’re just as jaded by the corruption in the government and know that something outside of it is needed to ensure true fairness and peace. All of our allies in Casa Della Luce in the government think this way, and won’t bother or arrest us since they agree with what we’re doing.

Still, we have to be careful not to make our actions known, especially our legally dubious ones, so they aren’t forced to come after us, and after we catch the cop and official killers, then they lay off us. With the information that our friends in the police have given us, Cesare and I follow the most likely lead that those who are allies with the previous corrupt administration are behind this. They’ve heard rumors that they put a hit out on those who put them in prison before they entered it, and the bounty is pretty high. It’s also rumored that those who help them will gain political power, especially if they help them expedite their prison sentence. For this reason, Cesare and I go door to door for the known allies of those who benefited from the previous administration to see if they know anything.

“Why would I help you out?” one of the suspects asks.

“If you know anything and tell us, then you won’t be bothered if you had a hand in what’s happening,” I say.

“Really? A boy like you can guarantee it?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Hmm. That’s impressive if true. They’ll give anyone power these days, and they say they’re different than us.”

“We are because we tell the truth, and if you do, then you’ll have nothing to fear from us.”

“But if you don’t, you'd better be afraid,” Cesare says as he draws his pistol and points it at the suspect.

“Ha! You think I’m afraid of a couple of boys with overly expensive suits with guns-”

Cesare shoots the suspect in the arm. I can’t really reprimand him now, especially since I know the kind of person I’m talking to.

“The next one goes in your head if you don’t actually say something smart. Tell us what you know,” Cesare demands.

“Alright, alright! I’ll tell you what I know.”

Much of our questioning goes much the same way with the other suspects. I play good cop, while Cesare plays bad, using either his pistol or brass knuckles to coerce the suspects into talking and telling the truth. In one instance, the suspect tries running away, so we’re forced to beat them down so they stop running. As this is happening and after, the neighbors around us act as if nothing is happening, a benefit of the things we’ve done for them. A few of the neighbors even stop another fleeing suspect and help us beat them down and drag them down an alley for private questioning.

What we learn brings us from one suspect to another, not really learning anything, and making us feel like all these people are pointing fingers at their previous allies and friends to get out of trouble. The most we learn is that the conspirators are going to act again and are gathering weapons and hiring thugs to do so, but are going to do more damage next time. They’re also planning on finishing off Frank and John Ministro, who thankfully survived the assassination attempt on their lives. Cesare and I redouble our efforts, continue our investigation, and try to get more information out of the suspects. They must be catching on to what is happening because the group of suspects we go after next gives us the most trouble out of all of them.

 Before we can even knock on the door, gunfire erupts, nearly hitting us. Cesare and I back off and exchange gunfire through the door that becomes swish cheese by the end. I call in reinforcements from the cops with the radio they gave us, and we proceed into the building, seeing that we’ve killed a few of the thugs, and wanting to ensure there aren’t any more. Going into the building, more come out of hidden compartments in the walls and floors to fire at us with not only pistols, but shotguns and rifles as well.  

Taking cover in rooms they aren’t in, I say to Cesare, “I think we should back off until we get backup!”

“Nah, we got this! There can’t be many of them left,” Cesare says as he runs from cover, firing his pistol and taking out a few of the thugs.

Not wanting Cesare’s headstrongness to be the death of him, I follow him, gunning down a couple more. Cesare picks up a shotgun on the floor, takes the shells off the dead thug, and loads them into his gun.

His eyes light up at the sight of the gun, and he says, “Now it’s an even fight!”

I pick up a rifle with clips off a nearby thug, check its ammo, and support Cesare from behind as he charges down a hallway, popping one thug after another as I shoot the other thugs coming at us from the other end of a weirdly long hallway. With the ground floor seemingly clear, we go back to the entrance where the stairs to the upstairs and downstairs are. The cops arrive and tell us that they’ll take it from here, only for more thugs to come out of the floors and hidden doors and shoot at them. We return fire and cover the now-injured cops as they’re taken outside by their friends.

“We’re supposed to be the ones helping you! We’ll help you clear the building,” Cesare says.

More cops come in, now armed with shotguns and rifles from their cop car. One group goes upstairs, while the other goes downstairs. Cesare and I split up to make sure both of them are covered, and thankfully, there are only a few more armed thugs left; however, it seems like the rest escaped. From upstairs, there’s a hidden door that leads into the neighboring building, and in the basement, there’s a dark tunnel that leads to who knows where. All the thugs we shot are either dead or have killed themselves rather than be taken in alive. In the house’s many secret rooms are stockpiles of rifles, grenades, dynamite, pistols, shotguns, and ammo for each type of gun.

“Oh, look at this beauty,” Cesare says as he picks up a revolver. “Whew! It’s a six-shot revolver that uses shotgun shells.”

I take a look through the guns and find a golden forty-five pistol. Picking it up and checking its ammo, I see it has twelve rifle bullets in it.

“You should take that. It’s a sharp gun for a sharp man,” Cesare says.

Asking the cops about it, one says that, “Most of the guns here appear to have been illegally and custom-made. As far as we know, they don’t exist, so you can take them. Bring some to your family, too.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Yeah. It’ll be less paperwork for us to do, anyway.”

Cesare and I thank the cops, put the guns into an unmarked van that’s parked in the back of this house, bring them to one of the family’s safehouses, and call the heads of the family to let them know about what we found and brought to them. Soon after, I receive a call from the don of the Puramente family, Amoroso Puramente, that Angelo has told him that he knew of another safehouse for us to go to and raid for its weapons. We’re supposed to meet two of his men at night so that we can be there when it’s less likely to have guards in it, or to at least catch them by surprise while they’re tired.

“Why did Angelo tell you to tell us rather than him telling us himself like he usually does?” I ask.

“He’s busy, alright? He’s onto a lead that may end this whole mess, and doesn’t want to be bothered. My boys will see you tonight,” Amoroso says before hanging up.

I explain to Cesare what I was told and how off this feels.

“Yeah. Something is awfully fishy about this. Russell did tell us to be wary of our own family members,” Cesare says.

“Yeah. Let’s bring some backup alongside us for protection,” I say, to which Cesare agrees.

I call the veterans who are cops about what is happening, and they agree to back us up. Nighttime arrives, and we show up with them at the docks where we were told to be.

“What are those cops doing with you?” one of the family members asks.

“They’re here as backup. I thought we needed it,” I say.

“Also, we’re veterans and fellow citizens first,” one of the veterans adds.

“Right. Right. I’m not arguing you shouldn’t be here. I just didn’t know you would be. Anyways, let’s head in there.”

While walking with the veterans and family members, the veterans are fired at and killed by shooters in the dark. As Cesare and I draw our new pistols, our own family members draw and point their pistols at us.

“We knew something was up. What’s the meaning of this?!” I ask as two more shooters with rifles surround us.

“Because you’re our friend, we’ll tell you. Amoroso Puramente is tired of the family working with the feds. They killed his son for his money and had them do terrible things during the Great War before they died for their leaders,” the family member explains.

“Why work with the allies of the previous corrupt administration then? Where’s the logic in that?” Cesare asks.

“Amoroso agreed with them that they can freely be at each other’s throats like in the days of the old mobsters if they got rid of their mutual enemies, and they agreed. The new mobsters like Russell, Angelo, Frank, and the rest of them are all pathetic. They don’t make as much money, aren’t as feared, and are always walking on eggshells to not get in trouble with those who run the country. We shouldn’t chain ourselves to people who will stab us in the back to suit their own interests. We should be the ones stabbing them in the back and taking advantage of the easily corruptible to do what we want, liable to no one but ourselves. That’s what it means to be a mobster.”

“Heh, what you’re talking about is being a thug, scum, the lowest of the low,” Cesare says with a grin. “You may be a mobster, but you’re no man of honor. None of you is. You’re all men of yourselves, amounting to nothing, serving only yourselves, and you’ll destroy yourselves if you reinstitute the old mob.”

“I only explained to you the situation because we worked together in the mechanic shop with Russell, not so that you can preach to us about what a real mobster is. We’re both criminals to the law. Nothing more.”

“We may be criminals, but we’re the good kind,” I say as I raise my thumb.

Two shots ring out and kill two members of the family. Seeing which ones they shot, Cesare and I shoot the other two, just as the shock of seeing their friends die wears off, the other two family members. The Ministro brothers step out of the darkness with rifles in their hands and tell us what we learned.

“Good work, boys. Your plan worked out exactly as you said, Vincenzo, and thanks to it, we know who the mastermind is behind these recent attacks on the authorities,” Frank says.

“You took a big gamble, young man,” John adds. “What made you think they’d spill what they knew?”

“It’s like you said. It was a gamble. I knew these people weren’t real mobsters, so they’d talk about what they knew, thinking it wouldn’t matter if they told us,” I say. “Even if they didn’t, and Cesare and I had to fight our way out of a close gunfight, we’d still know that members of the Puramente family were traitors and investigate the family from there.”

“It was still a reckless gamble, kind of like something I would do. I’m proud of you, brother,” Cesare says with an arm over my shoulder.

“You two remind us of us when we were your age,” John says.

“Maybe you’ll end up just the same way,” Frank adds. “Now, let’s confront Amoroso and get him and his allies to answer for his crimes.”

The Good Neighbor Boys Quartiere Cavalieri: Chapter 2 - More Vigilante than Criminal

Chapter 2 – More Vigilante than Criminal

One of the first things Cesare and I learn how to be true friends of the family. First, they tell us to dress better.

“You both look like your mother never taught you how to dress properly, and I know that she taught you well,” Russell says as he hits Cesare and me upside the head.

We both take better care of our outfits, make sure our hair is properly cut, and we don’t always smell like we just got out of the mechanic shop. It’s made me look at myself and others differently. I’ve noticed that, despite looking like a typical old, yet strong Mediterranean man, Russell always looks like he could change into a suit and appear ready for mass or a proper dinner, and Angelo looks like a man in his prime with slick grey and black hair and not a wrinkle or imperfection in his outfit or shoes, as if they were tailor made to stay in brand new condition.

“Men who care about others and themselves have to care about their bodies as well. It is one of the things God has entrusted to you that you have the easiest access to fix and clean up, second only to the care of your soul,” Russell says.

I do as the old man says and make sure that my black jacket, white shirt, black pants, and black boots are all in good condition. My black hat with a gold ribbon around it that I wear outside the mechanic shop is also well cared for, as is my black hair. I make sure that my face is well-shaven since I don’t want any facial hair. With my face cleaner than usual, my parents say it makes me shine, and my blue eyes stand out more. As for Cesare, everyone jokes that he looks like a different person now that he is cleaning himself up. His blond hair is straight and no longer a mess. His green eyes stand out more now that his face is completely clean, and his green hat, shoes, and clothes are all clean.

“If you want to be a friend of the family, then you need to prove yourselves. Yes, Cesare. I know you do a lot and have proved yourself so far, but never ask how far you need to go for a loved one. You always go beyond because love has no limits,” Russell says.

“We’ll give you a rough area of the neighborhood where you need to be, but it must be you who steps up and helps out where people need it. Remember, you are to ask for nothing in return for your work. You’re doing this only to help others,” Angelo adds.

“Don’t think that you can get out of work easily because of your new responsibilities. You only get out of work when you change your job.”

This is what Cesare and I do for the next couple of months. We go to work at the mechanics shop and walk the neighborhood in search of people to help. From helping people carry their groceries into their house, cleaning people’s front porch, to helping people with their cars, Cesare and I become known as the Good Neighbor Boys through our many works. We help the Knights at the church to gain new members and help the parish priests and nuns clean the church and gather funds for the poor. Additionally, we help the Knights make food for the poor of the community and deliver clothes and food to families in need.

Russell and Angelo are pleased with what we’ve done, and yet, it’s not enough to join the family yet, since we’ve already done much of this for our entire lives, so we continue to do more and look out for more opportunities we may be missing. We hear rumors of people wanting to go after cops and officials, saying that anyone involved in politics and the government is less than scum.

“The new cops and officials are the veterans who helped free us from our previous corrupt rulers and have the neighborhood’s best interests in mind,” I say to the people from whom we hear the rumors.

“I agree with you, but we’ve heard others say otherwise,” a neighbor says.

Our neighbors tell us where and who they heard these rumors from, and we track down these people just as they’re about to beat up some local cops while wearing masks and using bats, knives, crowbars, and brass knuckles.

“Hey! Stop!” Cesare says as he runs ahead and tackles the group head-on.

I run to protect my brother as he starts to get beaten up. Thankfully, the cops help us, and because the thugs aren’t hiding their intentions, they try to attack the cops as well, so it’s obvious we’re trying to protect those who are supposed to protect us. People from the neighborhood see what is happening and come to the aid of the cops and us, and the thugs are soon detained and taken away. The cops thank us for saving them, but at the same time, say it was stupid for us to just throw ourselves at them.

“What did you want us to do? Convince you beforehand? We were going to after we talked with those thugs, but we were too late,” Cesare says before I can say pretty much the same thing.

“There might be others who will go after you, officers. You better watch your back,” I add.

“We will, boys. Thanks again,” one of the cops says.

During the next day, we hear about a drive-by that takes out a few cops and the friends they were hanging out with. Not wanting to let the murderers get away with it, we ask everyone who saw what happened to give us the details about the car that drove by, who was in it, and where it went. Cesare and I get details on the car and the direction it drove off in, but no one got a good look at the perpetrators. Using the information we have, we go further into the city. It turns out that the car is common in this part of the city, so it’ll be hard to pin down.

I then suggest to Cesare, “It would be stupid for them to keep the car without changing its appearance or at least get rid of it so that no one traces it down to its owner.”

“Ack. You’re probably right,” Cesare says. “Still, we can’t just wait around for them to strike again.”

“You’re right, but it’s all we can do.”

Cesare and I wait and keep our ears to the ground for any more news of the cop and politician haters, and can only manage to hear rumors of something going on, but no names or faces to connect it to, so we tell Russell and Angelo about it.

“This is a bigger problem than what both of you can handle. We’ll take it from here,” Russell says.

“You did well, investigating and putting your life on the line for those cops the other day. I think they’re ready, Russell. What do you think?”

“Of course they’re ready. I raised them to be.”

Russell and Angelo lead us to the basement beneath our parish church. In the dark basement, we see many of the people we’ve worked with in the neighborhood and the mechanic shop, including four other people who sit in the shadows, whom Angelo joins, while Russell stands off to the side. Cesare and I are given photos of ourselves that we are told to write our faults on. We do as we’re told, our fingers are cut to spill blood on the photos, and we hold our photos as they’re lit on fire.

“These burning photos are the old you,” Angelo says as he steps forward. “As a family member, you are to act as men God made you to be as perfectly as possible for the people you love and protect. If you are to fail, or worse, go back on your vows, then you will burn like this photo of yourself. Despite the challenges ahead of you, will you take this vow?”

“We do,” Cesare and I say.

“May God have mercy on your souls. Welcome to the family. Welcome to the Casa Della Notte.”

As the last bit of our photos turns to ash, everyone in the basement claps and congratulates us. Going further into the basement, we have a little celebration. During the celebration, Angelo and our friends explain to us the nuances of being a made man.

“We speak in code. Unfortunately, we can’t write down all the code words and always tell you when they change, so you’ll have to pick up on queues or arrange for us to speak in private to catch you up on what you need to know,” Angelo explains. “For example, painters are hitmen, a mechanic is a gunsmith or bomb maker, a butcher is a man who organizes assassinations, a trucker transports our products or steals things, a baker is a money maker, and a banker is a money holder or cleaner.”

Angelo and our friends tell us more code words, and by the end of it, Cesare asks me, “Did you catch all that, Vincenzo? I’m going to need you to remember it all.”

“Yes, I got it,” I say.

“What’s the need for all this secrecy anyway? I thought we had people in power on our side?”

“Not all of them are on our side,” Russell says. “They’ll indeed tell us when our gathering places and homes are bugged, and have bugged the offices and stations of police, special agencies, mayor and governor offices, but we can’t always rely on their experts to delete or edit the audio so we can get away with everything, or always speak plainly. That’s why violence and murder are a last resort since they’re the hardest to cover up. As men of honor, men of the family, you are also never to involve yourselves with drugs, prostitution, or unregulated gambling. Don’t fight back against your parents, unless they tell you to do something sinful. Always have legitimate jobs and give a cut of it to the family. If you think you’re going to regret what you do, ask the family first before acting, or if you know it to be a sin, then don’t do it.”

I take in as much information and tips on family life as possible, while Cesare simply eats and parties. I’m sure he was trying to listen, but he has difficulties doing so and knows that I’ll keep him up to date on what he needs to know. The next day, Angelo takes Cesare and me out to the tailor to get us our suits. I get a black suit with gold trim, a red tie, and black shoes, and Cesare gets a grey suit with blue trim, a grey-and-blue hat to match, and brown dress shoes. We also get fancy gloves to keep our fingerprints off what we touch, which also don’t get dirty easily, as Angelo puts it.

“The suits have a thin layer of protection for you to lessen the blow of gunfire, heavy objects, and sharp knives, but they won’t save you from explosives or high-caliber bullets, so please be careful,” the tailor says.

All of these fancy things, we get for free, since we’ve done so much for the family, but in the future, we’ll have to pay for any new suits or repairs to them ourselves. We walk out of the tailor's feeling like new men, ready to take on the world and all the challenges ahead. Still, we go about our daily business: wear our normal clothes for our day job, go home to get cleaned up, put on our suits, and patrol the neighborhood for trouble. As men of the family, we are also given concealed pistols to use as a last resort and a pair of brass knuckles to wear to give us an edge in normal fights. I must admit that it’s pretty nice to get more respect from the neighbors, and even hear that our parents and related family that they’re proud to see what we’ve become.

“Maybe you can finally give up on those stupid dreams of being in politics, Vincenzo,” my family jokes.

I laugh with them, but don’t say anything. A part of me still wants to help run the country from within rather than trying to affect it as a normal person. I look over to my brother, who isn’t laughing. He knows more than anyone my thoughts and dreams, and tells me later that, “Don’t let our family get you down. If you want to be a mayor, governor, or even the president of the country, then do it, and I’ll support you through it all.”

“I know, Cesare. Thank you,” I say as I hug him, and he hugs me back.

Some time passes, and not much changes. We don’t even hear much about thugs who are against the cops and officials, so we don’t expect much to happen when Angelo tells us to be guards at the Mediterranean rally. People think that people like us are nothing but outlaws because of what we did to ensure the right people entered office and justice was served. That’s what this rally is for, and its two speakers, Frank Ministro and his brother, John Ministro, are trying to convince the wider country that we’re good people who got pushed to taking the law into our own hands. Frank Ministro is like Angelo in that he’s a leading member of Casa Della Notte, while his brother is a member of Casa Della Luce, the official branch of our family that operates in public office.

As the two brothers are about to take the stage, some men near it put on masks, pull out their guns, and are about to fire them at them, but we stop them by throwing ourselves at them, since firing our guns may hit people in the crowd. Other members of the family and friends of the family bring down the gunmen, and yet, more fire at the brothers from windows that overlook the stage. The brothers take cover as the cops run up to protect them and are also targets of the gunmen. Meanwhile, the crowds run for cover, and chaos ensues. Both brothers are hit, taken to the nearby ambulance, and driven to the nearest hospital. With the crowds clear, the gunmen fire more wildly at the police and their supporters, so we do the same when we draw our pistols.

It’s a strange thing. Cesare and I shoot and kill our attackers, and don’t feel anything until after the dust settles. We watch as the ambulances and police take away the dead and wounded, and only feel pity for their stupidity.

“Is it wrong for us to feel this way?” Cesare asks.

“No. These people got what they deserved. Pity is the least we can feel about them,” I say as I cross myself.

Cesare also crosses himself. Angelo walks up to us and lets us know that there’s an emergency family meeting, and we already know what it’s about. The bosses tell us about how this incident was a travesty, and the government is going to be targeting any group or organization that looks shady, including our own. We’re given the task of investigating who started this mess so we can bring them to justice and get the authorities off our backs, which Cesare and I readily stand up in support of, and ask where we’re supposed to start our investigation.

“We helped the veterans while they were helping us overthrow the corrupt election, and we discovered the plot against them, so we should be the ones to handle this,” I say.

The bosses agree and give us and everyone else in the room a place to start. Now, all that’s left to do is put an end to the plot against the cops and officials before any more damage is done. I can only hope and pray that we’re fast enough to do so and that it will get rid of the heat on us.