Downtown Detroit, Charlie's Apartment

Many things went through Charlie's head at the moment, right now. he had received news of The Boss leaving, Oh Yes! He was truly okay with his Boss leaving if it meant that he still had a home with The Ivory Tower, but no, that was not to happen, After all, he had done!? After who had killed to try and earn the respect, admiration, and loyalty of the people he perceived to be his family.

He had done his best, he had killed Jackie Potts, A fucking rat who had the balls to even state that the Luciano's would also turn him inside out. He never knew dead men to be right until now, Charlie had once again been in the darkness, the memories of who he killed, of what he had done coming back to him. All in that single moment, when he heard Lushie utter the words, The Phone had left his hand, for he could no longer hear anything else on his family, or he guessed, the former family now. Only it was not just that, it was also that Isabella was to Marry a member of The Race St Crew, who had run out of Philly.

All to bring GodFather Luciano and Spaceman together, it was completely out of the blue for Charles, but he still could not believe it. His Boss, was basically a pawn in the use of her Father, to bring two Empires together, something that Charles found degraded his boss like she was nothing but a chess piece.

Only he could not argue, for it was not honorable. He would respect his Boss' Wishes and would wish her well in the marriage, but it did not change the fact that Charlie felt scorned, he killed, stole, and manipulated to keep his perceived family on its feet, For the sake of Business. For the sake of his own pride, Charlie's head was currently bowed as he looked down at the whiskey in his hand, each drink had burned his throat and he felt like it dulled the pain of being used like a common whore.

Soon enough though, his phone had rung out again, not wanting to answer Charlie let it ring out until it stopped the incessant ringing. Only then, it rung out again, pissing Charlie off more, and he could not help but laugh bitterly, he thought it was Lushie or even Jewel, but still, he was determined not to answer, unless someone was about to knock on his door and ask him to return to his home, The Ivory Tower, only then it never stopped, the phone continued to ring and this time, Charlie had to pick up, just to stop the ringing from causing any further annoyance on him.

"Who the fuck is it!? I don't want to be disturbed!"

Now all Charlie heard was a soft raspy laugh, one that he had heard before and then a sudden flash entered his mind, he remembered the laugh with Jackie, the one when he told him that he was already lost, already killing for the sake of the family. Something that Charlie knew was bad and now he was here, drinking and without a chance to earn his keep somewhere.

Charlie knew who it was on the other end and could not help but grimace, these bastards were toying with him now, knowing that it was open season on a person like him and he was ready to die, he was ready to submit and greet death as a friend because people had abandoned him. Only the different side of him had wanted blood, had wanted vengeance on the perceived threat of The Potts.

"Tommy Potts, how nice of you to call me, what do you want?"

Charlie heard the sounds of screaming, cries for help on the other line and he knew who it was, he could tell who it was, and it was the remaining members of his own Personal Crew. Obviously, he could the voices of Gerry, Victor, Benito, Fatale. They were being tortured by the sick fuck, and all Charlie could do was sit here and listen, while his men got tortured for his actions. Charlie soon heard the rustling on the end of the phone.

"Charlie, we've heard about you bringing the fight to us, about how you want to kill us like you did Jackie. Heh, My cousin was an idiot, he did not know the way of this thing of ours. Now, I hear of Bella Luciano leaving you behind, like the rat you are, while she goes to Philly and fulfills out her duty to her father. Its Poetic isn't it?"

Charlie could hear the mocking sadness that Tommy used, he was enjoying this, but Charlie would make sure that he did not enjoy it for long, he was going to put this fuck down, no matter the bloody cost and he was going to do whatever it takes to do it. Charlie heard the mocking sadness come to a stop as the screams had also stopped, like someone had told them to be quiet, or they were already dead, something Charlie was coldly okay with, he did not want them to suffer.

"Well Listen here Charlie, with Bella going away, Jewel heading off to God knows where, and Lushie with the Corktown Crew, your all alone. No one left to save you, no one to help you, no one to stop me from whacking your ass. So I'll give you a chance, The Abandoned Distillery off the beaten path, we do this the Old Way, you and me, whoever walks away alive, lives and can live their life, My Brother will uphold his end of the deal."

Charlie did nothing for a while, all he could hear is the littlest of voices in the back of his mind telling him no, that he should stay within the safety of his own home. Only the reasonable voice had soon been drowned out by the calls for blood, the calls for the heads of The Potts Family, in his anger driven state, Charlie grabbed his revolver from the drawer and made sure it was loaded.

"Time to die, Tommy, I'll see you soon..."

The Abandoned Distillery

Tommy and Roger stood side by side as they watched the Distillery, both of them having different thoughts through their heads, but they stopped soon enough as they heard the crouching of dirt, looking behind them they noticed their men, all wielding Chicago Typewriters, also known as Thompson Sub-Machine Guns. 

Tommy had eyed the men with a crucial eye that one would think looked cold and calculating, and in fact, they would be right. Right now, Tommy was planning the assassination of Charlie Pavanno, Former Associate of The Ivory Tower.

"Do you know why you're here?"

All the men nodded, having complete faith within their Leader, Tommy. They could see the clear look on his face, and he was fearful. He was scared of what was to happen, he was wondering if they could pull it off and to them, it was insulting, but they knew better than to anger Tommy Potts.

"You are to hide in wait, and when Roger gives the signal, you open fire, without hesitation, you gun him down! Is that understood!?"

The men nodded and soon went off into their positions. It was clear to everyone that the situation was to become a bloodbath and only one person would be winning, they just hoped it would be them. 

"Are you ready?"

Roger asked towards his brother, who had looked at him with narrowed eyes. only Roger could see how nervous his brother was and wondered if they should truly do this.

"Get in position, Roger, its time to put an end to The Ivory Tower Enforcer."

An Hour Later

Soon enough, Chucky's Car had driven towards the Location of Tommy Potts, although he never seemed to notice that in the Rearview Mirror, Three Black Lincoln K Series cars were following him towards his location. 

Now, Chucky had found himself at The Abandoned Distillery, he looked around, trying to find signs of deception, but that would not happen as Tommy Potts came into view.

He looked at Chucky with a grin, before dashing forward before Chucky could even move, he soon felt the familiar of a blade thrust into his side, he looked up at the face of Tommy, only then, a single shot had rung out and Chucky fell forward as he supported himself on Tommy, trying to cling to the light, for he thought that he could see the GrimReaper itself creeping up behind Tommy...

"You're not dying today Kit,"

Soon enough, Tommy looked behind him to notice The GodMother, The Infamous Wife of Salvatore Luciano, GodMother of Chicago, Marie_Lucania. Tommy tried to apologize but it was cut short as Marie had shot Tommy between the eyes with ease, soon enough, he fell to the ground like a feather. 

"Who are you?"

Charlie found himself speaking towards the well-dressed GodMother, who he had never heard of, considering that he only stuck to Detroit Business, and yet this woman, he guessed, did not have the look of a typical Detroit Mobster.

Here stood a Woman dressed in a Black Trenchcoat, she wore Black Boots, her hair was short, as her eyes held an odd amusement that was definitely not there before, and in his blood lost state, Chucky was sure that he imagined the coldness that radiated off this woman. 

"Lordian, please do help up the Cat,"

Chucky did not turn his head, but he found that he was soon being lifted, as his arm was now slung across the back of this man, named Lordian. He turned his head to look back towards the woman

'Why? Why did she help me?'

Chucky looked towards The Woman once more, trying to find any signs of deception, but knew that none would have existed, because she had just helped him escape an assassination attempt. 

"Why Did yo-"

Chucky was cut off as Gun Shots rung out around him, soon enough, The Hit Squad of Potts had started to open fire on Chucky, finding that no signal was given and they had decided to attack the order. The Battle had just begun, as Lordian And Marie had dragged Chucky towards their car, wanting to cover, while their men had done battle against the Hit Squad of The Potts Gang, only then, Chucky had lost too much blood, he soon fell to the ground, his breathing deep and his eyes fluttering like a baby that had just been born into the world, only his was now ending in a rapid amount of time...

'I Guess...This is the End.'

Continued in Part Two ~ The New Born...