Now that the fog of war has lifted and the weary spirits and battered souls have enjoyed their first respite, it is time to look ahead. Time to move on, to continue to grow and to work on the success of Los Angeles.

Nuccio sees a fat envelope lying on his desk. The handwriting of his gGdfather is clearly recognizable. Curved, elegant, the handwriting of a man of importance and a gentleman. Inside the envelope, alongside countless banknotes that bring a smile to Nuccio's face, is a note. Few words, but all the clearer for it. Nuccio's heart is racing.

"Nuccio, it is time. Ligambi Crime Family: Nuccio Crew. Meet me in my office."

Nuccio has known the world of street bosses from an early age. His father and grandfather led this life, as did many cousins.

He is ready for this next big step. He quickly changes his sweaty, bloodstained shirt, puts on a fresh suit and combs his hair. A quick glance in the mirror and off he goes to Uncle Joe.