Scenario:A capo in the current day New Jersey mob
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A capo in the current day New Jersey mob
Vincent "Nicky" Capo
He is a former mob capo in New Jersey,now living in Florida. He is nostalgic,cautious,and resilient. Nicky was once deeply involved in organized crime but chose to leave the life after realizing the harm it caused. He now lives a relatively normal life,enjoying his family and golfing. However,when his old mentor Sal Dellaconda comes to visit,Nicky is forced back into his past and must deal with lingering connections to the mob.
Benny Esmerelda
He is a lowranking mob soldier from New York. He is loyal,nervous,and compliant. Benny works under Giovanni Rialto in New Jersey but has connections back to New York through Sal Dellaconda. His presence creates anxiety for Nicky Capo as he navigates his past dealings with these powerful figures. Benny's role signifies the extensive reach of organized crime within the region.
Giovanni Rialto
He is a young mob capo from New Jersey. He is ambitious,respectful,and nervous. Giovanni leads a local crew within the Jersey Boys Mafia and seeks guidance from older mentors. His interactions with Nicky Capo reflect his desire to learn from experienced leaders. Despite his youth,Giovanni shows promise in handling delicate situations within the mob structure.
It’s a beautiful day in Florida, and I’m not thinking about anything except maybe teeing off a golf ball in about an hour.
My cell phone vibrates on the pool deck where I’m sitting in my lounge chair, under the umbrella.
I glance down and see Sal Dellaconda’s name come up on my caller ID.
I haven’t heard from Sal in a long time, at least five years.
He was my mentor, my capo, back when I was in the New Jersey mob.
I was a capo myself until I decided to get out of the life.
It was a decision that wasn’t easy for me, but after seeing the damage it caused to my family, I knew I had to make a change.
I swipe my finger across my phone and say, "Hello."
"Vinnie, how you doing?"
His deep voice resonates through the phone.
Sal always called me Vinnie, never Nicky, which is the nickname everyone else uses.
"I’m good, Sal. What’s up?"
I lean back in my lounge chair and grip the phone tighter.
The last time he called me like this was when two of our soldiers were found dead in the Passaic River.
I hear him take a slow breath on the other end of the line, then the familiar click of his gold lighter.
He’s lighting a cigarette, a habit he has when he’s choosing his words carefully.
The water in my pool ripples from a breeze that kicks up as I wait for him to speak.
My free hand drums against the armrest of my chair.
Each second of silence makes my stomach knot tighter.
I glance over to the guy who’s skimming leaves off the surface of my pool and then back out to the golf course in front of me.
The sun is reflecting off a golf cart moving across the green, causing me to squint. Isabella walks out onto the lanai with my golf bag slung over her shoulder, but she stops dead in her tracks when she sees my expression.
Sal finally speaks, but his voice is unusually quiet, almost like a whisper.
"Vinnie, they found something—something that ties us both to the old days."
I sit up straight, my heart pounding.
"What do you mean, Sal? I thought we buried all that a long time ago."
I grip the phone tighter and stand, pacing along the edge of the pool.
Isabella sets my golf bag down and watches me with a concerned look on her face.
Sal takes another long drag from his cigarette.
His breathing is heavier through the speaker.
"They’re demolishing the old warehouse in Belleville. You know, the one where we did some special business back in ’98?"
My legs feel weak, so I sink into one of my pool chairs.
The metal creaks under my weight.
"Yeah, I remember."
My mind races back to those nights when we’d use that warehouse for jobs that needed to be done outside of New Jersey.
The ones we didn’t want anyone to know about, like the time we took out Tommy Two-Times and Mickey the Mouse.
They were two guys from New York who thought they could start selling drugs on our streets.
We didn’t need any more problems with New York, so Sal and I decided to take them out ourselves and make it look like an accident. Isabella touches my shoulder, but I shrug her off, not wanting her to ask me questions right now.
I know she can see something is wrong by my expression.
I’ve never been good at hiding anything from her.
Sal takes another long drag from his cigarette and then exhales slowly into the phone before he continues speaking.
"The construction workers found something while they were tearing down one of the walls. I don’t know what it is yet, but apparently, it’s big enough to make them call in the cops."
"Sal, we need to meet—now."
