Joey Pavanno sat opposite Devlin O'Leary, the two were discussing who they were going to sell the guns too. They could break them down and sell them to the Russians, their presence wasn't all that big in the states, then there was the Colombians, whose presence wasn't as big as the Illario Cartel who already had big hardware like this it would be overkill. Joey had a contact in mind, yet it was from the Old country and he rarely spoke with his mother's side of the family, he could reach out, see what the old farts were willing to pay for this type of military grade shit. 

"Okay, so tell me, what were these guys wearing? Were they flashy or looking like a couple of tough guys? Shit ain't easy in this life and for Lombard to have this kind of people out here, well, it speaks of how much pull he just might have. The Boss can't know about this shit either, we gotta send these a message, that we ain't to be fucked with."

Devlin was digging into some Spaghetti and Meatballs, it was white sauce, instead of the usual tomato that Joey did, he seemed to be in a different move, ready for business here and there. Soon enough, he would open up the High Society Lounge and all kinds of business could soon commence. He waited for this type of opportunity, he wanted to prove to his boss that he was ready for the big time. 

"They were a bit different, a couple wore trenchcoats and a few others simply had shirts, there was one guy though, he looked different from the rest, he dressed like you and had a couple of guys surrounding him, could have been his crew."

Joey widened his eyes, a guy that dressed like him was definitely flashing his cash for the town, he would want people to know that he was untouchable and apart of the Honored Society, there was no doubt in his mind that the guy was a Caporegime, running his own crew probably came with the turf, which was the Docks. He probably ran it for the Lombardi Family, fuck! This was not going to end well.

"Shit Devlin, did you warn Finan!? Any of the others!? Where the fuck would they be, Devlin!?"

Devlin gulped down his plate of spaghetti and meatballs, his eyes widening, heading to the wall phone that Joey had placed in his kitchen, he immediately called the Lucky Leaf, hoping to the mother Mary that Collin would pick up, nothing came and Collin did not answer, that set his nerves on edge.

"He ain't picking up Boss...

As if hearing his pleas, the phone had started to ring as Devlin answered, his heavy breathing being heard through the eerily quiet phone that someone soon spoke with a rough New York Accent in his tone. 

"Is this Devlin?"

Devlin growled, not recognizing the voice but he could tell that this man had bad intentions and was trying to inform him of something, he soon answered the man in a dull tone. 

"Aye, this is Devlin, who are you?"

A faint tapping on the end of the phone was heard before he could clearly hear the faint sigh of release that escaped the other person who was in the room with this man.

"This Benny Nadrino, I am a Caporegime for the Lombardi Family of Upstate New York, you took something from me, Mr. O'Leary. You stole from another family, The Commission, well, our commission is tired of having you seven city fuckers meddle in our affairs. We're sending a warning, we want our guns, booze, and whatever money you made off of it back. This is simply a warning, I am being nice by not coming down to whatever fronts you own, strip joints, warehouses, bars, or whatever the fuck you do down there, but the Lombardi Family only asks once and this is your warning, send us back the hardware, and the money made off of it, and we will leave your friends alone, if not-"

The classic sound of a gun being fired over the phone is heard as a loud thud is heard through it as well before the vicious cold laughter of Benny is echoing through the phone and deep into the ears of Devlin.

"Do you understand Mr. O'Leary? This is not a declaration of war, a warning, that is all. If the Lombardi gets the money and hardware by next week Tuesday at the Top Hats Club, we'll forget this ever happened, capiche?"

Devlin muttered a yes before viciously slamming the phone back into the war, there was no doubt in his mind that it was either Finan or Seamus that is now going over the rainbow and getting their pot of gold for a life well lived. 

Devlin turned back to face his boss, his eyes cold and unforgiving, even shocking Joey momentarily. 

"They killed one of them, they killed 'em, they want the guns and hardware, so, what do we do Boss? How do we proceed with the Lombardi Family?"

Joe eyed his closest and most trusted ally right now, the man that would do anything for the power that he possessed had just heard one of his friends being murdered, he could do nothing and now he had to decide whether to throw them into a war with a powerful Mob Boss and let his pride cometh before the fall, or he had to swallow it, in order to survive this thing of ours...