As Nuccio is chauffeured around the streets of Bricktown in his black Packard Super 8, he reflects on the weeks, months and years that have passed. The son of a down-on-his-luck gambler who paid for his overzealousness at craps with his life, he was first allowed to prove himself in the Luciano Crime Family, then gain leadership experience as the right-hand man of the Culinary Mob, where he could also hone his craft. Finally, he was allowed to take off with his own family here in Detroit.

Nuccio rolls down the window on the right-hand side of the back seat, where he always sits on trips of this kind - behind his most trusted bodyguard Salvatore, who has been faithfully assisting him for what feels like an eternity - and lights a cigar. He watches the smoke drift out through the open window and enjoys the nightfall in the city he has come to love so much. The driver leaves the main street and turns into a small side street. It is now not far to Nuccio's favorite noodle store.

Nuccio pulls his pocket watch out of his jacket, a relic from his father's time. On the back, in filigree cursive, is engraved "Le Zanzare": the mosquitoes. They became a family symbol and one of them is proudly emblazoned on Don Nuccio's signet ring and therefore possibly also on the forehead of many a traitor. Nuccio turns the clock and looks at the dial: shortly before 8:00 p.m.
luciano_lucky and ChefRenie, who have come all the way from Los Angeles, are probably already on site.

The car stops, Nuccio gets out and walks toward the restaurant, Salvatore always alert at his side. In front of the restaurant are Andy_Campo, VinhTran and Louise_Blecher, Nuccio's closest confidants. Together they enter the restaurant and march directly to the back area, where luciano_lucky and ChefRenie are already waiting. Nuccio takes off his coat and hands it and his hat to Salvatore.

"I am honored that you have accepted my invitation. I want to thank you for your trust and once again express how much I appreciate the close collaboration with you guys in Los Angeles. You are helping me achieve great things here in Bricktown."

Nuccio raises his now-filled wine glass and greets all his guests one by one. The light is dim, the smell of the best Italian food fills the room. They sit down at the table, exchange ideas, and reflect on what they have experienced together and what they can expect in the future. After the main course, grappa is served and a large cake is placed in the center of the table. The word "Godfather" is written on it in sugar script. Nuccio grins and they decide to laugh the evening away at Nuccio's headquarters.