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Godfather System C142 I'm the Wolf of Los Angeles
🕑 Added 2024-08-17 05:03:56 +0000 UTCTime continued passing and the Lupo family kept growing. They had a few minor problems off and on, but nothing that warranted Lorenzo’s direct attention.
A fortnight after Lorenzo met with the CEOs of major studios, construction crews broke ground on his broadcast network’s infrastructure. It was sunny when he stood in a Los Angeles lot, watching people move about busily around him.
Men in hardhats laid concrete and assembled steel while machinery whirred and instructions got shouted. Some passerby might have mistaken it for any other new building project, but Lorenzo knew this was anything but that.
A young engineer named David — an especially bright kid — approached with a set of blueprints. “Mr. Lupo, we’re ahead of schedule already,” he said. “The main tower should be up within six months.”
Lorenzo nodded at the plans as his eyes scanned them. “Good,” he said. “And what about the smaller relay stations?”
“We’re securing locations as we speak,” David said back to him. “We should have most of Los Angeles County covered by the end of next year.”
This would be his network — a media empire’s scaffolding through which he could send not just entertainment, but information (and propaganda when necessary) directly into peoples’ homes.
“Good work so far, David,” he told the kid before clapping him on the shoulder. “This is big.”
Lorenzo started walking again with thoughts already leaping ahead to what came next; now that he’d built this network in motion … Soon he’d need content creators and talent scouts — authors if need be — and most importantly advertisers who could convince consumers to buy television sets en masse.
***
Reflecting back in his office, Lorenzo thinks about the warning he gave to Sonny Corleone two years ago. He had not been clear because he could not remember the specific date of the ambush from his previous life. It annoyed him that he knew something so important but could not use it accurately.
He felt a bit annoyed. In his previous life, 1948 was the year Sonny was supposed to be killed in the film "The Godfather", but in this world, nothing has happened to Sonny yet.
His thoughts were broken by a hurried knock on the door. “Come in,” he said sitting up straight in his chair.
Adam came bursting through, face grave. “Boss, we just heard from New York. It’s about Sonny Corleone.”
Lorenzo’s heart sped up, though he kept his face calm. “Go on.”
“There was an attempt on his life,” Adam reported. “At the toll booth on the Jones Beach Causeway. Sonny made it out alive, but … it’s bad. He’s in critical condition.”
Lorenzo sat back, mind racing. This was better and worse than expected; Sonny was alive — barely alive.
"Get me Michael Corleone," Lorenzo ordered.
A few minutes later, Michael Corleone entered Lorenzo's office, his face a mask of barely contained emotion.
"Lorenzo," Michael said, his voice tight, "I need to get back to New York. My family... they need me there. Can I use your jet?"
Lorenzo stroked his chin thoughtfully, though he had already made his decision. "Of course, Michael. It's at your disposal."
He stood, walking around his desk to pat Michael on the shoulder. "And Michael, remember this favor, as I've never forgotten your father's kindness to me. In our world, such debts matter."
Michael's eyes met Lorenzo's, a flicker of understanding passing between them. He nodded solemnly. "I won't forget, Lorenzo. Thank you."
As Michael turned to leave, Lorenzo watched him, knowing that this moment could be pivotal. The Michael he knew now would soon become a man capable of putting aside personal relationships for the sake of business.
"Safe travels, Michael," Lorenzo called out as Michael reached the door. "Give my best to your family."
As Lorenzo watched Michael leave, his mind raced with the knowledge of what was to come. He knew that in time, Michael would orchestrate the downfall of the rival families, consolidating power for the Corleones in a way that would shake the very foundations of the underworld.
Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, contemplating his own position. While he certainly had the means and the power to take on the rival families himself, he recognized the value in letting Michael handle that particular chaos. It would allow Lorenzo to focus on his grander ambitions.
He turned to the reports on his desk, detailing the progress of his research into internet and communication technologies. The work was still in its infancy, but Lorenzo could see the potential for a revolution that would dwarf even the most significant mob wars.
His pharmaceutical ventures were already paying dividends. The breakthrough drugs developed by Lupo Pharmaceuticals had opened doors across the globe, establishing the Lupo name in legitimate international business circles.
Let Michael and the Corleones fight over territory in New York. He was playing a much bigger game, one that would reshape not just the underworld, but the very fabric of society itself.
***
Months flew by, and Lorenzo quietly married Apollonia in a private ceremony, with only her family present to witness their union. The following year, 1951, saw another secret wedding as Lorenzo and Mica exchanged vows in an equally intimate setting.
By 1952, Lorenzo found himself in the backyard of his sprawling mansion, surrounded by the joyful sounds of his growing family. Five-year-old Hera chased after her younger siblings: Sophia and Alexandro, both nearing their fourth birthdays, giggled as they ran from their older sister.
Two-year-olds Lucio and Ariana toddled after the older children, determined to keep up. Lucio, with Apollonia's dark curls, babbled happily, while Ariana, already showing signs of Deborah's grace, tried to mimic her older siblings' movements.
As Lorenzo watched over them, his hand rested gently on Mica's swollen belly, feeling the movements of their upcoming addition to the family.
A servant approached, informing Lorenzo of an important call. Reluctantly, he stepped away from the family scene and into his study, picking up the secure line.
"Well, if it isn't Mayor Maxilian Bercovicz," Lorenzo teased, a smile in his voice. "How's life in the mayor's office treating you, old friend?"
Max's chuckle came through the line. "Can't complain, boss. But that's not why I'm calling. We've got a situation brewing here in Chicago. The Irish are making moves on some of our territory, and word is they've got backing from out east."
Lorenzo's smile faded, his mind immediately shifting to business mode. "I see. And what do you need from me, Max?"
"Some additional muscle wouldn't hurt," Max replied. "But more importantly, we could use your strategic input. This feels bigger than just a territorial dispute."
Lorenzo nodded to himself, already formulating plans. "I'll be there by tomorrow. In the meantime, keep things contained. We don't want this spilling out into the open."
As he hung up, Lorenzo sighed. He was needed in Chicago. As he prepared to inform his family of his impending trip, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret at leaving the peaceful scene in his backyard
***
The following day, Lorenzo touched down in Chicago, with Max accompanying him under the guise of a mayoral visit to discuss inter-city cooperation and urban development initiatives.
At the Lupo Family's Chicago headquarters, Lorenzo was greeted by his lieutenants. His eyes scanned the room, noting the absence of two particular members.
"Ryan," Lorenzo addressed his Chicago operations manager, "where are Vito and Joe? I was expecting them to be here."
Ryan shifted uncomfortably. "Boss, they're... they're in jail. Got picked up last week on a weapons charge. It was a setup by the Irish, we think."
Lorenzo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This complicates things." He turned to Max. "Think you can work your mayoral magic and get them out?"
Max nodded, already reaching for his phone. "Consider it done. I'll call in a few favors at the DA's office."
Lorenzo then addressed the room. "Alright, let's break down the situation. I want to know everything about these Irish moves, their backing from the east, and any other players involved."
As his men began to detail the complex web of alliances and conflicts in Chicago's underworld, Lorenzo listened intently, his mind already formulating strategies.
Ryan excuses himself in the middle of the planning.
As Lorenzo finished outlining his strategy, he caught Max's genuine smile.
"This feels like old times, doesn't it, boss?" Max said, nostalgia in his voice. "You planning our moves, taking out enemies, completing missions..."
Lorenzo nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Some things never change, my friend."
Their moment of camaraderie was abruptly interrupted as Ryan returned, flanked by a group of armed men. The atmosphere in the room instantly shifted.
Max's eyes widened in fear, his body tensing. He glanced at Lorenzo, confusion and panic written across his face. To his surprise, Lorenzo seemed unnaturally calm.
Lorenzo's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the armed men behind Ryan. "Why didn't you introduce your friends earlier, Ryan? That's quite rude."
Ryan snorted, a cruel smile twisting his features. "Friends? No, Lupo. These are the last faces you and your lapdog mayor will ever see."
One of the Irish thugs stepped forward, his gun trained on Lorenzo. "You've stepped into the wrong turf, pretty boy. Chicago ain't Los Angeles. We eat wolves for breakfast here."
Another chimed in, "Hope you said goodbye to those little brats of yours. They're about to become orphans."
"This is the end of the line for you, Lupo. You should've stayed in Los Angeles."
Despite the threats, Lorenzo remained unnervingly calm. "I see. So this is betrayal, Ryan. I can't say I'm surprised."
Ryan's smile faltered, confusion creeping into his voice. "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you begging for your life?"
Lorenzo's lips curled into a cold smile. "In this world, I'm always prepared for betrayal."
Before anyone could react, Lorenzo's hand moved with blinding speed. The room erupted in a cacophony of gunfire as he expertly took down the armed men behind Ryan.
Max dove for cover, his eyes wide with disbelief. The Irish thugs fell one by one, their faces frozen in shock at Lorenzo's unexpected skill and speed.
As the last body hit the floor, silence descended on the room. Ryan stood alone, staring at Lorenzo in abject horror.
Lorenzo's cold gaze fixed on Ryan. "You forgot who you were dealing with, Ryan. I'm not some petty criminal you can intimidate. I'm the Wolf of Los Angeles."
As Lorenzo advanced on the trembling Ryan, Max watched from his hiding spot, a mix of awe and fear on his face. He realized that even after all these years, he had severely underestimated just how dangerous Lorenzo Lupo truly was.
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Divine
Great chapter
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