Actually, the waiting part was all Lucrezia’s idea.
If it had been up to me, I would’ve gone after Dario Rosolini eight months ago –
The day he walked out of San Vittore.
Not that I knew where helived,except it was somewhere outside Florence.
So it was probably a goodthing we waited. Couldn’t exactly go tearing up all of Tuscany looking for one motherfucker.
…although I wouldn’t have minded too much.
Lucrezia was the mastermind over the last four years. Under her direction, we took over otherCamorraclans’ territories, bit by bit.
We mostly went after their drug trade. We’d run off their street dealers, steal their stashes, and start selling on their street corners.
The very first clan to hit back at us were the Mingozzis. We’d specifically targeted them because they were the weakest clan.
We offered them a treaty. I didn’t want to, but Lucrezia insisted. She said it was all part of the plan.
We would keep a few of the Mingozzi neighborhoods, but in exchange for peace, we offered to give back 80% of what we’d taken.
I was fuckin’ pissed. I wanted war.
Turns out, so did the Mingozzis.
After they heard our offer, they laughed in our faces, just like I knew they would.
Actually, it was worse than laughing in our faces.
They dumped our messenger in the street outside one of our businesses –
Without his head.
That’s when Lucrezia set me loose.
I rained down fuckinghellon the Mingozzis.
My guys did drive-bys on their street dealers. We killed ten on the first day, and at least three a day after that.
You didn’t hear nothin’ but police sirens in the poorest neighborhoods around Naples for weeks.
I also personally went after the Mingozzis’ top lieutenants.
I managed to grab one outside a restaurant. A day later, I sent him back to his bosses – without his body.
Lucrezia included a little note:Since you like disembodied heads so much, here’s another one for your collection.
After two weeks of shit like that, the Mingozzis were begging to negotiate.
But the terms had changed.
Now it was a 50/50 split of their old neighborhoods. We were going to keep half.
Like a bunch of pussies, they took the deal.
After that, we slowly crept in on other clans’ operations.
When they bitched about it, we offered them a treaty: we’d keep 20% and give back 80%.
