Nuccio and his loyal and cherished family members survived the move from Los Angeles to Detroit just fine. Certainly, overcoming emotional ties and leaving familiar surroundings on the sunny West Coast is not easy. But the Nuccio Crew is all confident that they will soon feel right at home here in Detroit.

Joseph_Ligambi, the mighty Godfather of Los Angeles and head of the Ligambi Crime Family, ordered the relocation of the Nuccio Crew for a reason, of course. Expanding the influence of the syndicate through a well-functioning and, above all, controlled trade route between Los Angeles and Detroit is the main objective of the deployment of Nuccio and his associates.

For this reason, Nuccio sat down with his closest confidants, Dollface and Candy, just a few days after arriving in Bricktown to discuss business potentials. Thanks to Uncle Joe's good contacts, the opportunity soon arose to take over old, but still well-maintained and functional warehouses in the immediate vicinity of Detroit‘s Wayne County Airport.

Nuccio plans to renovate the warehouses thoroughly and then set up cold storage and warehousing facilities for various goods as well as logistics infrastructure. As usual in the Nuccio Crew, all members are involved in the meetings and the development of the basic concept - from the right-hand woman to the ordinary soldier.

This is the birth of

DT-LA / Ligambi Logistics

Bogdan had always been a man of action. He enjoyed working outdoors and hated the idea of being confined to an office, even though he knew that, more often than not, it was within those very offices that money was made and important decisions were taken.

Despite this, it’s difficult to go against a man's nature, and so Bogdan always preferred to follow his own instincts. As he was still adapting to his recent move across the country, Bogdan was briefed on Nuccio's plans to establish a logistical operation for the Ligambi family. Well, that was truly brilliant, and Bogdan saw a great opportunity in it. He had been working hard for a while and had some money saved up, waiting for the right investment. Nuccio's new operation gave him an idea: Bogdan would buy a truck. It seemed like the perfect move and would surely please his superiors, as he would be adding value to the entire operation.

Not only that. Bogdan could drive the truck himself at first. He was a wise guy, still climbing the ranks of the criminal world, and this job would be perfect for him. Eventually, he would find someone he trusted enough to work for him, but until then, he could use the job to stay out of offices and explore more of the country. Besides, back in Russia he used to drive trucks for his old boss all the time, even though it was on much shorter routes.

So, Bogdan went ahead with his plan, and one day, he parked his newly purchased yellow semi-truck outside the HQ where he knew Nuccio would be. He jumped out of the truck, and soon a few crew mates appeared, along with the boss himself.

"So, what do you all think?"

Bogdan was very proud. He leaned against the truck's door as his friends approached to check it out. Of course, there were still many things to do before the operation could start running. There was the restoration of the warehouses and everything else. But Bogdan felt ready; it was time to roll up his sleeves and get to work.

Trance was settling in to DT just fine despite the hard work with the relocation. He was making money hand over fist with his daily operations and with that he would first kick up his tributes and with what he had left he would stash most of it into his own savings. Trance always wanted his own Rolls-Royce but it wasn't about to buy itself or land in his driveway one morning, it would be a mission itself to put the cents by for it but Trance was in this for the long game. 

As luck would just so have it, Trance seen an announcement in the Crew HQ about the formation of a Logistics company for the Ligambi Crime family. Trance was in the middle of reading it before he heard a huge rev from outside. His mind pondered as he got his piece ready just in case. He opened the Crew HQ doors to see @Bogdan learning on a brand new truck. It was absolutely stunning. A few of the other crew members were staring, almost ogling at the beast. Trance walked over to @Bogdan and complimented him on his new vehicle while expressing his own desires to own a Rolls-Royce. 

Just in that moment, Trance noticed Don @Nuccio approaching and checking out the truck and shaking @Bogdan's hand while congratulating him. Trance waited until Don @Nuccio was free before approaching him and he too shook his hand.

"Don @Nuccio. You're looking well, sir. Listen I was in HQ there and read the communication about a Logistics company you were looking for bodies to front. I was wondering, would you be looking for a warehouse operative? I understand there will be a Supervisor role that needs to be filled but let me learn the basics and build relationships with the other workers and that will be my goal, but for now I want to get my hands dirty to help earn some serious cash for the crew."

Trance was all but out of breath by the time he finished speaking and awaited a response from Don @Nuccio.

Some time has passed since the warehouses were acquired. The site shines in new splendor and is a hive of activity.

Ligambi Logistics now has an impressive number of loyal employees on the Nuccio Crew payroll. The movement of goods between Detroit and Los Angeles is flourishing and is pouring a lot of money into the Ligambi Crime Family's coffers.

Nuccio is proud of what he has achieved. He is particularly pleased that some of his closest colleagues are also active in leading positions in this family business. Two particularly active and ambitious Wise Guys, Bogdan and Trance, have made a name for themselves with their special achievements: Bogdan, initially a truck driver himself, is now responsible for freight transportation on the road - one truck has become several, and he has moved his workplace behind the wheel to a spacious office. And Trance is head of department and supervises the staff on site, is responsible for purchasing and sales and all administrative matters relating to air freight. He was recently able to afford his long-awaited Rolls Royce.

Standing by the window, Bogdan observed the yard below. His office was located on the upper floor of the Ligambi Logistics warehouse, and through the window, he could see the various docks where trucks parked to load and unload. At the moment, there were two trucks there, both being loaded. They were shipments of food supplies destined for a factory in New York. Well, almost the entire load was food supplies — there were also, very well hidden among the packages, a few bricks of cocaine that were to be delivered to a buyer in Pittsburgh.

Bogdan continued watching the men work until his phone rang. He walked heavily, rounded his desk, and sat down to answer more comfortably. The big man put the phone to his ear and barely said anything. He made a series of grunts and said a few words.

"Sure, leave it to me."

After a few moments, he hung up. The person who had called was a big shot from the Ligambi family from the other side of the country. They needed some trucks to move a lot of merchandise stolen from a ship in the port of Los Angeles. All of this, of course, had been said in codes. You never know who is listening on the third end of a call.

Now it was time for Bogdan to make a few more calls to arrange for the job to be done.

Angelo walked into Ligambi Logistics asked one of the guards to ask Nuccio if he had a minute to discuss a business opportunity. The guard nodded and walked off while Angelo waited down below watching the general chaos of hundreds of workers loading and unloading goods from the two trucks at the loading dock on the other end of the warehouse. 

After a while, the guard came back and said Nuccio was open for few minutes before his next appointment. Angelo followed the guard upstairs to the door where the guard knocked and waved Angelo in. 

Angelo was nervous as he was about to meet the next Godfather of Detroit and wanted to make a good impression. He walked in and sat down in front of the desk where the intimidating figure of Nuccio waited. 

"Good afternoon Nuccio, thank you for meeting with me. The reason I came today was I have a warehouse on the Detroit river called Corleone Shipping and Storage. We deal with importing all manner of goods across international street lines including Heroin from Columbia and the eastern Europe and have weapons from African warlords into the US and Canada. I was wondering if you would like to partner up with me for some deals that I still putting together ? If we become partners, I am willing to be a safe haven for anything you might want to hide from the cops if they come searching. In addition, I will let you know through my contacts if such as raid was in the works or anything else I think you may find interesting. What do you think? Do we have a deal?"

Angelo sat back and waited for Nuccio's response.

Nuccio has not been back to his factory premises for a long time. Business trips dominate his everyday life. Even more so since he became Chairman in Detroit.

One of his employees called for him this morning. A Detroit mafioso named Angelo Corleone apparently has an interesting story to share with Nuccio. This very Angelo played a not insignificant role in the coup that gave Nuccio his current position. Without hesitation, he therefore made the necessary arrangements to be able to devote an hour to Angelo's ideas.

Now Nuccio sits at his desk and waits for the up-and-coming wise guy. He then listens to Angelo with great interest as he presents his business plan. Drugs and weapons? Risky, but also highly profitable if professionally organized. Now that Trance and Bogdan, who together with Nuccio led Ligambi Logistics to success, have moved on to new tasks and ventured into the next stage of their careers, it is time for a breath of fresh air and a new strategy. Time to take a risk. Nuccio trusts the young Angelo. After his presentation, Nuccio goes to Corleone and pats him on the back.

"Interesting, Angelo. I'm with you. And eager to hear more details. We have a deal."

"Thank you for the opportunity Godfather. As a gift from me to you for your successful assention to Godfather, I have duel 1911 gold plated pistols with custom grips, red dot sights, extended mags that hold 20 bullets over standard 12. In addition, I will provide two drums that hold 50 bullets each to turn them into machine pistols. The opportunity is this, I have a few shipments coming in the next few weeks that require further processing before they are shipped down south into Mexico and the hands of the cartel. I would like to offer you the opportunity to take charge of the shipment here and we ll split the guard cost down the middle with my second Corvo overall in charge as he is my point of contact with the cartels. Once the shipment arrives in Mexico, handed off and we are paid, you will get half the profit which is $500,000. Do we have a deal?" 

Angelo sat back waiting for Nuccio's response.  

Nuccio looks fascinated at the generous gift from Angelo lying on the table in front of him. The gold of the pistols gleams in the incoming daylight - incredible beauties, worthy of a godfather.

Nuccio listens to the details of Angelo's concrete business case with equal parts interest and fascination - easy money, no problem with the expertise of Ligambi Logistics.

"We have a deal", Nuccio repeats.

Luigi headed to the DT-LA / Ligambi logistics. He needed some stuff moved. He had just bougth a huge store of shoes from the old country from a succesfull shoeimporter that luckily for Luigi had a big Cocaine habit. Now he needed the shoes moved to motorcity so he could peddle them off in his speakeasys front which happened to be a shoestore.

Luigi spotted his Boss Godfather Nuccio 

Good afternoon Godfather, i have some crates of good italian shoes i need to ship from La. Can i store some of them here when they arrive? i ended up getting quite a big load bigger than my shoestore can hold. 

Luigi offered his boss a cigar from his gold case.

Grouse snuck into a big warehouse in Detroit, poking his head and little beak around and turning over some loose paper. There must be some money in here somewhere, he thought. Nonetheless, the full warehouse displayed few signs of life. 

Being careful not to leave too many footprints or feathers behind, Grouse snuck into a backroom that was clearly meant for the proprietors. Bingo. 

Stepping past the corpses of some rehired retiree grandmothers, clearly a key element of the upkeeping of this fine establishment, Grouse noticed a big safe. He picked it up, shook it a bit to listen for a jingle or a jangle, and then put it back down. Grouse checked the pockets of one grandmother and snuck out a sly bobby pin, perfect for undoing any further door locks. Next, Grouse sought to open the safe.

He looked it up and down before realizing how he didn't know how to open any safes. Tucking the bobby pin in between some feathers, Grouse picked up the safe under one wing and heaved it out of the corner office. 

"I guess I'll have to find someone who can open this for me, " he said aloud, before exiting the premises.

Together with Giacomo_Parisi and Sonny_Trabotti, Nuccio Jr. goes on a short business trip to the department stores near the airport. This is where his father once founded and managed a flourishing export company. The premises are currently empty and dusty, and conversations generate a strange echo.

There is a bizarre scene in the middle of the entrance hall: a half-decayed feathered creature wedged under a small safe.

Nuccio and his two confidants cross the halls. Together, they decide to invest in restarting operations - also to boost the flow of goods between Detroit and Los Angeles.

The streets of Bricktown had a different energy—new, fresh, but full of promise. It wasn’t home yet, but it was on its way. The Nuccio Crew had just set up shop, and Tony Soprano? He had to see it for himself.

His black Packard rolled to a stop near the warehouses by Wayne County Airport. From the outside, they still looked like old shipping depots, but Tony knew better—this was going to be the backbone of something big.

He stepped out, flicking his cigar butt into the gutter, and took a slow look around. A couple of Nuccio’s guys stood near the entrance, giving him a nod before stepping aside. Tony walked through the massive steel doors, taking in the scent of sawdust and fresh paint.

Inside, Nuccio was standing near a desk covered in blueprints, flanked by Dollface and Candy, deep in conversation. They looked up as Tony approached.

“Tony! Took your time getting here.” Nuccio grinned, extending his hand.

Tony smirked, shaking it. “You know how it is, boss. Gotta keep the books balanced before I come sightseeing.”

Nuccio chuckled, waving a hand toward the half-renovated warehouse. “What do you think? Cold storage, warehousing, logistics—top-of-the-line setup. Give it a couple more weeks, and we’ll be moving shipments between LA and Detroit smoother than ever.”

Tony took a slow walk around, running his fingers across a stack of wooden crates. “Yeah, looks good. But tell me something, Nuccio—how many of these guys you got running your supply chains need a little...extra financial assistance?”

Nuccio raised an eyebrow. “Loan sharking? You really never miss an opportunity, huh, Tony?”

Tony grinned, rolling his cigar between his fingers. “Hey, not every guy in this business has cash on hand when they need it. Maybe they need to float payroll, maybe their truck breaks down, maybe they’re just idiots who bet on the wrong horse.” He shrugged. “Either way, I help ‘em out, they keep their businesses running, and we both make sure the operation doesn’t hit any bumps.”

Nuccio exhaled, thinking it over. “As long as it don’t interfere with the logistics, I got no problem with it. Last thing I need is one of my drivers disappearing ‘cause he’s late on a payment.”

Tony laughed. “You wound me, Nuccio. I’m not a monster. Just a businessman.” He took a slow drag from his cigar. “Your guys need a little cushion, I make sure they get it. They don’t pay? Well... then we got a different conversation.”

Nuccio smirked, clapping him on the shoulder. “Fine. But keep it quiet. I got enough to deal with getting this place running.”

Tony nodded, grinning. “You got it, boss. And don’t worry—next time I’m back, I expect to see these trucks rolling, your pockets fatter, and a bottle of something strong to celebrate.”

Nuccio chuckled. “You make me money, T, the drinks are on me.”

Tony gave him one last nod, taking a final puff of his cigar before heading toward the exit, already thinking about who in this new operation could use a little “financial assistance.”

A quiet warehouse off the Detroit River. Technically, it ships auto parts. Really, it moves everything from imported booze to things better left off the books. One dull flickering overhead bulb casts long shadows across forklifts and crates. The metal clatter of rats echoes somewhere in the distance. Maddz and Frankie step through a side entrance, coats collar-up against the cold.

Sal, a thick-set guy with a busted nose and a clipboard, is already waiting, smoking something that smells more illegal than usual.

Sal nods to both, then jerks a thumb toward the back loading dock "Got the crates you asked for. Nothin’ touched. But we got a problem."

I stepping past him, voice low and even, a mischievous  smirk playing on my lips "What kind of problem, Sal? The kind that gets cleaned up with bleach, or the kind we need a shovel for?"

Sal grimaces, unsure how to explain the issue without gettin shot in the head "Neither—yet. One of the night boys, Rico, was sniffin’ around. Thought he was bein’ slick, but he ain’t smart enough for that. Found him pokin' around near the manifests… the wrong ones."

Frankie couldn't help but chuckles darkly, lighting a cigarette) "Rico, Rico, Rico... We bring these kids in, give 'em a job, a coat, sometimes even a damn hot meal... and they repay us by gettin’ curious."

I walking slowly between two rows of crates, tapping one with his knuckles "You bring him here?"

 Sal shuffles slightly on foot trying to remain calm and burly  "Locked him in the back office. He don’t know you’re comin'. Thought it’d be better if you talked to him first... before we do anything permanent."

Frankie tosses the match on the ground, flicks ash off his coat "What do you think, Maddz? We scare him straight or send a message?"

I pause, staring at the shadows that stretch beyond the dock door, my tone flat "Depends what he says. If he's talkin’ to someone, he ain’t worth scarin’. If he's just stupid... we scare him so bad, he won’t even read the back of a cereal box again without permission."
"Bring him in. Let’s see if the kid’s just dumb… or dangerous."

Sal nods and disappears toward the office. In the quiet that follows, Frankie walks over to a crate marked with a red X, pops the lid slightly, and peeks inside—stacks of unmarked bottles and something wrapped in brown paper, heavy and metal.

Frankie without looking back "You think this warehouse’s gonna hold if that leak keeps spreadin’? We got too much runnin’ through here to have someone spillin' to the Feds."

I'm still calm, eyes locked on the open door "We patch the leak now, Frankie. Before it floods."

Footsteps echo across the concrete as Sal returns, gripping Rico by the collar. The kid’s eyes are wide—too wide for someone innocent. I  light a cigarette, exhales slow, and pulls up a crate to sit on. "Alright, kid. Let’s chat."