- Jul 1, 2018
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The nightlife in Palermo was something else for a Saturday night, bustling with life from locals to tourists to even the criminal own. Nightclubs, bars and takeaways filled with people at 1 o'clock in the morning as local State Police and the Carabinieri deal with the drunkards and minor scuffles. Outside the Country Discoclub located in the Zen District of Palermo, it was packed with civilians as the famous Eric Prydz - Call on Me blared through the speakers and partygoers danced through the nightclub and the dancefloor. Couples, friends trying to pick up local girls and alcohol spilled onto the bar as sales were through the roof.
At the the top of the club, was the VIP section. Closed off for those that have paid for the night and the extra girls that the discoclub had to offer. It was closed off for this Saturday with several young males who populated the floor wearing expensive suits and jewelry that fitted their arms. Two stocky men in black suits stood at the entrance whilst four more remained above on the floor scanning below for any dangers.
Three other males sat in the floor, drinking the expensive wine that was to be offered. Girls that worked in the club sat alongside the three men as they giggled and laughed along with the three men. The men were apart of the local Messina Crime Family that orginate from Sperone area of Palermo.
Giancarlo Rossi was the oldest of the small group, he was the Underboss of the Messinas, the second in command. Rossi had been apart of the Messinas for over 24 years and moved his way up in a timely fashion. He only claimed the Underboss spot after his boss Ercole Testa had won a civil war three years earlier. The Messinas became a brutal faction, causing chaos on the streets of Palermo recently.
Next up was brothers Salvatore and Filippo Grimaldi. Salvatore was a Caporegime with his own crew whilst Flippo was his right hand man, trusted as a soldier in the Grimaldi crew. Both brothers were known locally as the 'Brothers of Death' with how much panic and death they had caused on the streets. Filippo was the Messina's top assassin La Belva (The Beast) and from a recent mission, the worried signs littered across Salvatore's face. Filippo had just taken out a member of the Corleone Mafia who was a well respected Caporegime. Silvio Cifaretto was shot in a driveby earlier in the day, But what the three didn't know, he survived long enough to tell the tale.
"Eh Salvatore, lighten up! We're here to celebrate." Filippo smiled as he wrapped his arm around his older brother shaking him a little.
Salvatore huffed, brushing his younger brothers arm off. "I am worried Filippo, the Corleones are one of the biggest and craziest families in Sicily. They may retaliate and retaliate hard."
Filippo laughed at his brothers worry. "Those old fucks? Come on Sal. They haven't been around since what late 90s? That old fuck 'Uncle Bernie'" He said in a mockingly way. "He's going to be in a box soon. The fuckers been on the run since 1963, before anyone of us have been born. Do you think they're gonna risk it with us Sal huh?" He paused, as a hand was planted on Filippos left shoulder.
"He is right Salvatore, we are the future. They are the past. The Corleones are weak. The Coreleonsi alliance is crumpled. The Polizia and Carabinieri, they're afraid of us!" Giancarlo lifted a vodka glass in the air, as he gulped it in one go. "We are the future, they are the past." He pointed at Salvatore's chest. "Nobody will fuck with us."
Salvatore sighed, but Giancarlo walked up to him with a stern look. "Repeat it."
"We are the future, they are the past." Salvatore repeated it word by word.
Giancarlo's face beamed with a smile. "Now go out and celebrate, the night is ours boy!" He grabbed up from his seat, dragging him to a group. Filippo downed half a bottle of whiskey.
At that point five men in black suits arrived, at first the two Messina guards attempted to stop them. But upon seeing and clarifying something they had to let them through. Giancarlo and the Grimaldi brothers turned their heads around to the five men who entered the VIP floor. "Eh? Who the fuck are you? I thought this fuckin' floor was closed! GUARDS WHY DID YOU LET THEM THROUGH?" Giancarlo began to shout.
One of the men, older and bald began to speak profoundly. He wore a black trenchcoat and a grey tie, He spoke in a hushed tone. "Calm down please sir, we are the Polizia." He briefly showed his identification card to Giancarlo. "We are here to ask questions, in private."
"No, no. We are enjoying ourselves "Officer.. uh what was your name? Lemme see the card?" Giancarlo remarked.
"Castano. We can do it here or we can take you down the station if you like?" Castano replied.
Giancarlo sighed. "Ughhhh, you fucking pigs always ruin everything. Alright girls, leave the floor, we'll catch up later." Giancarlo clapped his hands at the girls. "Come on, fuck off!" The girls left, the only people on the floor was the five supposed Polizia, several Messina gangsters, Giancarlo and the Grimaldi brothers.
Castano nodded to the four other men who spread out across the floor, he turned keeping his hands tucked in his black gloves as Giancarlo walked up to Castano's face before the Grimaldi brothers dragged him back without saying a word. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just pissed you know. Wanted to enjoy my night." He paused, stumbling. It was clear the alcohol had just hit him. "Wh- what is you wanted to talk about?"
Castano cleared his throat.
"The Corleonesi send their regards." Smiling immediately pulled out a sawn off shotgun from the trench coat, aiming it at Giancarlo and firing immediately without hesistantion and any time to react. All of the pellets from sawn off immediately hit Giancarlo in the face and chest, killing him on the spot. The four other 'Police Officers' pulled out their firearms, three had pulled out Mini Uzi Submachine Guns whilst the last male pulled out a Beretta M92FS. Castano turned his attention to one of the Messina gangsters and gunned him down. The Grimaldi brothers attempted to scramble to cover, but they were immediately gunned down in a hail gunfire as a gunfight erupted on the VIP floor. As the gunshots echoed the club, clubgoers began to run for safety screaming and shouting as the emergency number was dialled.
Within a minute, the shootout ended. All of the Messina gangsters were down and Castano stood over Fillipo who was choking on his own blood.
"This was for Cifaretto." He immediately shot him point blank in the face with the sawn off.
Castano moved over to one of the wounded Corleone gangsters who was holding his chest. "Fuck, grab him and move with the crowd and let's get out of here." The remaining three nodded as they helped their wounded associate moving through the large crowds that were running out to safety, as they hid their firearms and disappeared into the night as blue lights began to flicker outside of the club.
At the the top of the club, was the VIP section. Closed off for those that have paid for the night and the extra girls that the discoclub had to offer. It was closed off for this Saturday with several young males who populated the floor wearing expensive suits and jewelry that fitted their arms. Two stocky men in black suits stood at the entrance whilst four more remained above on the floor scanning below for any dangers.
Three other males sat in the floor, drinking the expensive wine that was to be offered. Girls that worked in the club sat alongside the three men as they giggled and laughed along with the three men. The men were apart of the local Messina Crime Family that orginate from Sperone area of Palermo.
Giancarlo Rossi was the oldest of the small group, he was the Underboss of the Messinas, the second in command. Rossi had been apart of the Messinas for over 24 years and moved his way up in a timely fashion. He only claimed the Underboss spot after his boss Ercole Testa had won a civil war three years earlier. The Messinas became a brutal faction, causing chaos on the streets of Palermo recently.
Next up was brothers Salvatore and Filippo Grimaldi. Salvatore was a Caporegime with his own crew whilst Flippo was his right hand man, trusted as a soldier in the Grimaldi crew. Both brothers were known locally as the 'Brothers of Death' with how much panic and death they had caused on the streets. Filippo was the Messina's top assassin La Belva (The Beast) and from a recent mission, the worried signs littered across Salvatore's face. Filippo had just taken out a member of the Corleone Mafia who was a well respected Caporegime. Silvio Cifaretto was shot in a driveby earlier in the day, But what the three didn't know, he survived long enough to tell the tale.
"Eh Salvatore, lighten up! We're here to celebrate." Filippo smiled as he wrapped his arm around his older brother shaking him a little.
Salvatore huffed, brushing his younger brothers arm off. "I am worried Filippo, the Corleones are one of the biggest and craziest families in Sicily. They may retaliate and retaliate hard."
Filippo laughed at his brothers worry. "Those old fucks? Come on Sal. They haven't been around since what late 90s? That old fuck 'Uncle Bernie'" He said in a mockingly way. "He's going to be in a box soon. The fuckers been on the run since 1963, before anyone of us have been born. Do you think they're gonna risk it with us Sal huh?" He paused, as a hand was planted on Filippos left shoulder.
"He is right Salvatore, we are the future. They are the past. The Corleones are weak. The Coreleonsi alliance is crumpled. The Polizia and Carabinieri, they're afraid of us!" Giancarlo lifted a vodka glass in the air, as he gulped it in one go. "We are the future, they are the past." He pointed at Salvatore's chest. "Nobody will fuck with us."
Salvatore sighed, but Giancarlo walked up to him with a stern look. "Repeat it."
"We are the future, they are the past." Salvatore repeated it word by word.
Giancarlo's face beamed with a smile. "Now go out and celebrate, the night is ours boy!" He grabbed up from his seat, dragging him to a group. Filippo downed half a bottle of whiskey.
At that point five men in black suits arrived, at first the two Messina guards attempted to stop them. But upon seeing and clarifying something they had to let them through. Giancarlo and the Grimaldi brothers turned their heads around to the five men who entered the VIP floor. "Eh? Who the fuck are you? I thought this fuckin' floor was closed! GUARDS WHY DID YOU LET THEM THROUGH?" Giancarlo began to shout.
One of the men, older and bald began to speak profoundly. He wore a black trenchcoat and a grey tie, He spoke in a hushed tone. "Calm down please sir, we are the Polizia." He briefly showed his identification card to Giancarlo. "We are here to ask questions, in private."
"No, no. We are enjoying ourselves "Officer.. uh what was your name? Lemme see the card?" Giancarlo remarked.
"Castano. We can do it here or we can take you down the station if you like?" Castano replied.
Giancarlo sighed. "Ughhhh, you fucking pigs always ruin everything. Alright girls, leave the floor, we'll catch up later." Giancarlo clapped his hands at the girls. "Come on, fuck off!" The girls left, the only people on the floor was the five supposed Polizia, several Messina gangsters, Giancarlo and the Grimaldi brothers.
Castano nodded to the four other men who spread out across the floor, he turned keeping his hands tucked in his black gloves as Giancarlo walked up to Castano's face before the Grimaldi brothers dragged him back without saying a word. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just pissed you know. Wanted to enjoy my night." He paused, stumbling. It was clear the alcohol had just hit him. "Wh- what is you wanted to talk about?"
Castano cleared his throat.
"The Corleonesi send their regards." Smiling immediately pulled out a sawn off shotgun from the trench coat, aiming it at Giancarlo and firing immediately without hesistantion and any time to react. All of the pellets from sawn off immediately hit Giancarlo in the face and chest, killing him on the spot. The four other 'Police Officers' pulled out their firearms, three had pulled out Mini Uzi Submachine Guns whilst the last male pulled out a Beretta M92FS. Castano turned his attention to one of the Messina gangsters and gunned him down. The Grimaldi brothers attempted to scramble to cover, but they were immediately gunned down in a hail gunfire as a gunfight erupted on the VIP floor. As the gunshots echoed the club, clubgoers began to run for safety screaming and shouting as the emergency number was dialled.
Within a minute, the shootout ended. All of the Messina gangsters were down and Castano stood over Fillipo who was choking on his own blood.
"This was for Cifaretto." He immediately shot him point blank in the face with the sawn off.
Castano moved over to one of the wounded Corleone gangsters who was holding his chest. "Fuck, grab him and move with the crowd and let's get out of here." The remaining three nodded as they helped their wounded associate moving through the large crowds that were running out to safety, as they hid their firearms and disappeared into the night as blue lights began to flicker outside of the club.
