The Trident

Betrayal pt. 1

With the boss of the Musetti family dead, there was a lot of changes that needed to be made before the family collapsed. While this was supposed to be dealt with relatively easily, it became a lot bigger of an issue than Leader thought it would be. While the capos tried to decide who would become next boss, they had a few members of the family investigating what happened. The capos had a meeting, where they discussed who would take over as boss, since the Underboss, Johnny Scarelle, was not a good fit for the job. With no other choice, and there being an even four of them, the capos decided to get the Trident involved.

"Francesco, those boys in the Musetti family want me to go down there, help them out with choosing a new leader." Said Raphael, the father of Leader and the "Third Spear" of the Trident. He was in the head office talking to Leader, who had just gotten off the phone with the Campadra family boss, another of the Five Families. "Did they? Good. I'm glad their understanding that this decision is more than they can handle on their own. But, dad, we didn't have the boss whacked to ruin the family." Leader's half-covered face got serious, and his cold, red, eyes began to appear deep and thoughtful. "Bobby was always a thorn in my side, and he did quite a few things in his time as boss that I could not overlook. Even so, the family, and especially the capos, are not to blame for their worthless boss." His father put his hand to his chin. "I know that, but even still, it's a good thing they aren't letting that good for nothing Johnny Scarelle become boss. I still can't believe ol' Bobby put that moron in as his underling." Leader looked like he fully agreed with the statement. "Amen to that." Raphael chuckled. "So, who are you gonna choose?" Leader asked. "I don't know yet. Their all stooges in my book, but it's obvious that Joseph Merana and Rickie Patriole are leaps ahead of the other two." Raphael sat on the leather seat right in front of Leader's desk. "In my opinion, I would choose Joseph." Leader stated as his father sat down. "Yeah? I think Rickie would be a better boss. He's calmer than Joseph and he's pretty smart." Raphael originally was going to choose Rickie, but he knew Leader would have a much better argument if he recommended Joseph with such confidence. "Yeah Rickie is calmer and believe me, much easier to do business with, but he's also a top earner, and really good at what he does. If we took him out of the gambling scene, who knows who he'd put in his place. Also, Joseph is fearless and hard-headed. We won't have to worry about him going against us or snitching." Raphael smiled. "And who is he going to snitch to, huh? The four police that are still alive in this area?" Raphael laughed to himself, but Leader didn't even smirk. "No, not to the police. Even if he did, there's nothing they would be able to do to us nowadays. Not after all our rebellions and crackdowns on them. He would talk to other families, other gangs, and other international groups that we don't want to know the Trident's business. Remember that the Musetti's are the closest connected to Italy out of the Five Families, and that is not a good thing." Raphael's chauffeur arrived outside, and could be seen from the lower floor cameras on the small tv hanging from the top corner of the room. "Alright Francesco, I'll tell them Joseph then." He got out of his chair and leader did the same. "In about an hour I'm going to the Campadra restaurant, I'm meeting with Carlo about the shipments of guns that were stolen from the docks. Some were coming to us, and the only people that knew about it were our own and the Campadra underboss and boss. Any ideas who it could have been?" Raphael began to walk towards the door. "It wasn't one of our own, I'll tell you that much. It wasn't Carlo  either, as that boss treats you like a God. If it was someone, it was probably a traitor in their family who either brought them to Carlo, or sold them." Raphael opened the door. "Don't forget, we have our own men set up in every family in the Black Council, and we have control over all the phone lines in New York. There's no way we wouldn't be able to find out if someone was leaking information via texts or phone calls." After saying this, he left the room. Leader sat back down, taking his fathers words into consideration. "There's no way they would be stupid enough to make a call like that. Right?" He now knew what he had to do.