The Trident

Betrayal pt. 2

It was May 25th, 2045. Leader and Marcus "Trigger Happy" Kalmaste made their way to the real estate office of the Campadra family underboss, Gianfranco Campadra. Gianfranco makes investments in houses, buying and flipping them, specifically in safer neighbourhoods where the richer gangsters buy for high prices. He also uses some of that money to buy old abandoned houses or buildings, for the families' drugs, guns, money, and prisoners. Leader and Gianfranco's brother, Carlo Campadra, the boss of the Campadra crime family, had already agreed to meet to discuss what to do about the stolen guns from their latest shipment from European traffickers. 

"Eric, pull over here for a second." Leader says as Eric the driver passes by a nicer neighbourhood where the houses were owned by Gianfranco. "Marcus, go in and see if Matthew is in there. The house number is 46." Matthew Gestarda is a hitman for the Trident, and is a very skilled one at that. Marcus got out of the car and rang the doorbell. Matthew's wife answered the door with his baby son. "Hi, Amanda. Is Matthew there?" Asked Marcus. Amanda's face turned from a smile to serious. "Yeah, he's upstairs. Matthew, Marcus Kalmaste is here!" Amanda yells while looking up the long staircase to the upstairs hallway. Matthew came down the stairs wearing a sweatshirt and slacks. He had his frequency music players in, which allowed people to listen to music without any earbuds or headphones, just playing as if it was out loud, but no one else can hear it. Oh, hey Marcus. We got a job?" Matthew says as he lowers the volume through a holographic screen in front of him. "Yeah, the boss is outside, turns out the Campadra's were involved in the jacking." Matthew was shocked. "Damn it, I knew they had something to do with it, those sons of bitches." Amanda covers her son's ears "Matthew! Language." Marcus smiled. "Yeah, sorry babe. I'm going out, I'll be back soon, okay?" Matthew threw on a coat with a pistol already in the inner pocket in a holster. He gives Amanda and his son a kiss, before leaving with Marcus. As they get near, Leader rolls down the window. "There are two semi-automatic AKs in the back. Grab them." He says. The trunk is opened, and the two men move a blanket and grab the guns. They wrap them around their necks with the straps, and then enter the car. Once they both get in, Eric drives off, and Leader explains to them what to do if things go south in there.  

When they reached the office, several people were coming in and out. "Victims. I hope they aren't gonna be near wherever we have this meeting," Marcus says. Victims are what the mobsters and criminals call civilians, because in most confrontations with armed forces or rivals, the civilians near the conflict end up as the real victims. "Hey boss, there's Carlo," Matthew said as the doors of the car unlocked. Carlo had four men behind him, two with assault rifles, the other two with concealed pistols. Marcus and Matthew got out, and Matthew opened the door for Leader. As soon as Leader got out, people outside the place started to whisper to each other about him. When they saw Carlo going to meet Leader, all the civilians turned their heads or walked away from the front of the store. Leader and the others came towards the door, as Carlo eagerly waited inside the office. "Leader. It's good to see you again." Carlo said in a calm but confident voice, while he shook Francesco's hand. "Good to see you too. Is there somewhere we can talk?" Leader said, looking into Carlo's eyes to see if Carlo will do the same. He doesn't. "Yes, there's my brother's office upstairs, nobody's up there right now. 

They went up the elevator, where the top floor is full of holograms, computers, and automatic sliding glass doors. Marcus and Matthew looked around, trying to see where all the doors are, and where the cameras are. They looked through the large glass doors, and saw Campadra men sitting, talking, watching T.V, or on their holo-phones. Matthew and Marcus knew that if something did happen, they'd have to slaughter all these Campadra members. They reached the back office, behind two large wooden doors, where there is a conference table. It was small, only having 2 chairs on each side, and one on each end. Leader sat near the door, while Carlo walked to the chair near the back wall. "So, let's get right to it. The guns stolen have not been found yet by our men. In fact, we don't even know who stole them, or when. Did you have better luck?" Carlo asks, still not looking into Francesco's eyes. "Yes, we did have better luck. We don't know where they are, but we do know who did it." Leader says, staring at Carlo. Carlo looks up, shocked. "Did you? That's great. Please, tell me who it was. I'd like to personally go and teach the sons of bitches a lesson." Leader sits back in his chair, with a smirk hidden behind his mask. "That's impossible. I mean, you couldn't teach yourself a lesson, can you? Though, I'd be happy if you could teach your brother the lesson I'm going to teach you." Leader says in a slightly upset voice. Sweat began dripping from Carlo's forehead. "What? No, you can't possibly think it was me! I would never do anything to harm you or your business. We built this deal with the traffickers together. Why would I want to ruin it?" Now Carlo was looking Leader in the eyes, but his face was filled with sweat and fear. "Alright, and what about your brother? I never made this deal with him, and yet he seemed very informed on where the package was going, who was bringing it, and when it would dock. I heard all about it from the phone calls he made to a certain group of hijackers, if I'm not mistaken." Marcus smiled, but Matthew stayed stiff, ready to reach for his gun. He had been with the Trident for over 3 years now, and before that worked with the Campone family for 10. He could already tell where this was headed. "Leader, my brother makes rumours, jokes. He wouldn't actually go through with something like that. He doesn't have the balls. Trust me, if I knew about the jacking, I would have already kicked the shit out of him. Please, Leader, you have to believe me, my family had nothing to do wi-" "Shut up. I went to Bell's headquarters. I already heard everything I needed to. I heard all the planning, all the information, and I heard your name pop up much more than once. I know you did it because your capos were becoming lazy, and your top earners weren't giving you enough to be able to continue paying for the boats. Still, you could have come to me." Carlo dropped his head in fear and shame. But then, he was reminded of something. Leader had two bodyguards, and Carlo had four. Plus, there was at least 12 other members of his family ready to gun down these men if they tried to leave. He had the guns, and they were being sold to many interested buyers that contacted Carlo about the weapons. He had everything to his advantage and had no reason to be afraid of Leader right now. That, was when he made a terrible mistake. "Alright listen, Leader. You got me. It was me and my brother. We hired a group of local thugs, promised them the money we would make off of those guns, and then sent them to hijack and steal the gun boxes right from the boat, and bring them down to one of the abandoned houses near 23rd street that was run down by the old gangs there in '32. But that's all the information you're getting. the next shipment, we'll keep our arrangement. But as far as this shipment goes, it's staying where it is. Get over it, 'Boss'. The guns are already being sold, and that money's going to me and my brother's bank account. That's it. Now, if that's all we have to talk about, get the fuck out of this office." Carlo was staring intensely into Leader's eyes. Leader was infuriated. His red eyes looked like the eyes of a real demon. "That's too bad, Carlo. I always thought out of all the Black Council Bosses, you'd be the last one I'd have to kill." With the end of that statement, it was set in stone; there would be one faction not leaving this table alive.