It was time to set a family meeting, not between me and my crew, so that we can set things straight. From my brother cheating on me to my own son wanting in on the score, this all had to be to settled. Maria made the arrangements and everyone showed up at papa's residence, it was a rather large house that Angelo inherited. Everyone had showed up but me and my wife, I could tell by the cars that only Lorenzo hadn't shown up but I would speak with him last. In my father's family meetings, between only family members, it was whoever called the meeting that would address the matters at hand and would let the others peak their half before it concluding. In conclusion, they would settle on what's right and it would be called to an end no matter who complained. Democracy.

I lead my wife to the door and headed inside, it was pouring with music and drinks, I could hear the commotion from the dining room. This - especially in Pop's house - was the familiar space for meetings. Everything quieted down once I sat myself, Angelo was very comfortable in papa's chair so I sat on the opposite side. It took every restraint I had to not lunge across the table and choke Angelo to death but I didn't. Coughing some I played around with the wine and waited for the right moment, feeling everyone's eyes on me already.

"You all know I've taken over the family business. Let's not play pretend that I'm going to stop there, I'm going to take this family and bring it to a more ambitious level. As I have inevitable taken control I came here to address three matters, whether they are approved or not won't matter much. One, Angelo... You're my older brother, and I love you - but you've stirred the bee's nest and it's time to collect retribution. I want you out of all affairs, none of pop's businesses and none of his estates. Not only did you make a mockery of this family when you started becoming legit but I see your face on magazines, shows, and around businesses not of our way. You're bringing heat down on the rest of us and you spit on papa's name with the way you've sold out this family. I want the house and everything entitled in it, I want the names and ownerships of pop's businesses that you took without consulting or even mentioned to the rest of the family, and want you to leave New York... You are no longer apart of this family."

"What the fuck is this Al, you're not pops." Angelo slurred, not tempting to raise his voice.

"If the family does not agree to this I will muscle you out."

"Alonzo..."

"Angelo, get the deeds, get the fuck out."

"This is supposed to be a meeting, we should agree on this as a family."

"You through the family out of this when you fucked my wife and I should put your head on a fucking pike instead of letting you live." I said tensely, feeling my teeth starting to grit. The rest of the family had their heads down some, not wanting to get involved. Angelo tried to look at them but it seemed that they didn't want to go against it neither, it was almost concluded. "Go upstairs to the safe and get the deeds to the businesses and the house, then I want you to pack your shit and get out of pop's house." I ordered, Angelo got up slowly and patted down his tie - a little bit on the embarrassed side.

Angelo rushed up the fleet of stairs and I headed over to talk with the family. Pop had built this family on the years working with the Tattaglia's, he had slowly gained power by murder through the ranks. Warner was not the typical Sicilian name but his mother wanted to Americanize him, taught him English, and showed him American movies. He used to tell me the stories as a kid. When he was younger he stole fruit and vegetables from the clerks and then sold them at the market for more than worth. Eventually he fell in with some kids and they accidentally stole from a store protected by a Sicilian family. When that family caught wind of it they offered a job instead of teaching him a lesson, apparently the Don saw an opportunity instead of a mutt with a thievery habit.

When my pops got old enough he started to work under higher jobs for his new family and finally got the break he needed when he turned seventeen. The family's Capo had traded the family in for the cops and Warner, my pops, cornered him outside the agency to show him the wronging of his deeds. Once it was over there was a call for Warner's blood and a heighten respect inside the family name, he was to be moved to America. It was not only his dream to go to America but it was what he was entitled to. After sometime and some business my father earned the Capo rank in his New York family and made his family name prosper. Eventually things fell apart when he forged his own family, new recruits were ratting and the heist as just bad timing. My father died serving his time for embezzling money from companies, the robbery, and a long list of murders from a gun they had found with his prints. The funny thing was the gun had been a dirty gun that he just placed a hand on and hadn't done those murders, after the long list of convictions it's not like it would matter. All this was built on his legacy and it couldn't just fall to a face with big mouth like Angelo.

"Alonzo!" a voice called, I turned, as I had been sipping on some wine. My wife let go of my side. I rushed to the front and found Lorenzo and Tommy holding Angelo, his hair was a mess and it looked as though he tried to make a run for it. "We caught him around back trying to make a break for it." Tommy informed, he was a good kid and could definitely catch slow-ass Angelo. They brought him to me, he had the papers sticking out of his jacket. I snatched them up and looked them over.

"You disgust me, brother." I said distastefully, I should kill Angelo but what would the family think of me. Angelo did deserve one thing though. Curling back my fist I fed a swift power punch to Angelo's jaw to watch him buckle over and drop to the floor. Sliding some money over to Tommy I gave him a pat on the shoulder, "Take this fucker over to the airport and make sure he leaves New York." I ordered, stopping him as Lorenzo dragged Angelo to the car. "And Tommy... proud of you son."

They loaded the scumbag into the truck as I looked through the papers, the other business were taken over by the other families but the ones my father were entitled to were supposed to be split amongst me, Lorenzo, and Angelo. When Angelo assumed control of the house he gained control of the deeds. I read them over and headed back upstairs to place them back in the safe. The place was a good size but nothing like a mansion or anything similar. It was a solid two-story with a basement, two car garage, and gated property. The house included some low-level security cameras but once I got a good income I'd place some top-of-the-line shit. Maria came up and wrapped an arm around my side, she tilted her head against me and spoke: "Your father would be proud Alonzo." I nodded to this, in well knowing that the place fell under the right hands this time.