Chapter 131: The Lucchese Family, the Five Major Mafia Groups in New York

Chapter 131 The Five Major Mafia in New York-The Lucchese Family

Arrive at Sheila's residence.

Bart and Baker stood in the yard, their steps slowing down.

Bart pulled Dean's sleeve: "Dean, how is your mother feeling lately?"

"It's pretty good." Dean seemed to have thought of something and added: "This guy Thompson has been in love recently, and my mother often laments that she will be alone."

Bart breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you're in a good mood, at least the old girl won't do anything to you.

But Baker's face showed a look of pain, and he cursed in a low voice: "FK, I should have spent some money to hire a girl to follow him back. This is terrible."

Things like urging marriage are actually not uncommon here.

Especially in some families with a strong collective atmosphere.

But no matter how reluctant Baker was.

The distance of seven or eight meters was finally covered.

The door is not closed.

Warm light bloom.

The speakers played lively country ballads.

The dining table is filled with dishes of all sizes, desserts and soups, and long candles are scattered in a straight line, waiting for the owner to light them, releasing warm candlelight.

The living room is near the fireplace.

There is a small triangular Christmas tree about 1.5 meters high, which is covered with colorful lights, ribbons, gift boxes, and a cute little squirrel squatting under the tree.

Sinclair is diligently decorating various small snowflake ornaments and colorful ribbons at home to make the Christmas atmosphere more intense.

Thompson also stood on tiptoe and hung fairy lights on the wall.

Mom Sheila was humming Italian folk songs and was busy in the kitchen, baking pizza with a large pot of Italian rice placed next to her.

See it all.

A gentle smile appeared on Dean's lips: "Mom, I brought your precious eldest son and second brother back."

The three of them stopped.

Thompson glanced at Baker hesitantly, marveling at his size, and weakly called out: "Brother, uncle."

His personality was not as open-minded as he is now. He rarely talked to his eldest brother before, and his second uncle was often outside, so the one he had the best relationship with was the uncle who taught him hunting and shooting.

Sinclair is much more familiar.

She went up to greet him, and after saying hello sweetly, she extended her little hand: "Brother, second uncle, you have left the lovely Sinclair behind and haven't come back in so many years. Have you prepared any gifts this time? "

Baker scratched his head in embarrassment: "Sinclair, you have grown a lot. I did prepare a gift for you, but it is for you at Christmas."

"Shouldn't it be a double portion?" Sinclair curled his lips, looked at Bart, and said aggrievedly: "Second uncle, what about you?"

Bart obviously understood Sinclair better than his older brother Baker, so he took out two small badges from his pocket with a smile: "This is a gadget that Baker and I got at the Indian gathering place. It symbolizes bravery and beauty. One for you and Thompson." "

"Thanks."

Sinclair accepted it cheerfully.

She didn't really want a gift, she just used this special way to express her presence in the hearts of her family.

When her mother Sheila heard the noise, she also stopped what she was doing, folded her hands in front of her chest, the happy expression on her face dropped, and she curled her lips: "Tsk, tsk, the missing member of the family is finally willing to come back. ”

Baker looked embarrassed: "Mom."

Bart even shrank behind Baker's tall figure and said weakly: "Sister, long time no see."

His sister could shoot and kill wild boars at the age of eight. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, she became the most powerful cowgirl on more than a dozen farms at the time.

I don’t know how many peers I’ve beaten.

The old man in the family regretted more than once that Sheila was a girl, otherwise he could have taken their team back to New York and recreated the family's glory in the 1940s and 1950s.

If it weren't for Dean's unlucky fate, when he came to buy a foal, Sheila took a fancy to him and forcibly tied him back, and finally he could have children in a down-to-earth manner.

Maybe Sheila has become a farm tyrant now.

The excitement in Silla’s eyes could no longer be concealed and was almost overflowing, but she still maintained her airs, raised her head, and walked up to Baker who bowed his head timidly: “Didn’t you say on the phone that you are very popular with girls? ?, where is the woman?”

"That..." Beck, who was tall and thick-set, turned red in the face and couldn't hold back a fart.

This guy is so sincere, no wonder he is in the warehousing industry and is in a very miserable state.

Bart couldn't stand it anymore and bravely said: "Sheila, you also know that we often travel around, and few girls are willing to suffer this hardship, and..."

"Shut up!" Sheila glanced at him sideways: "Bart, as a forty-seven-year-old bachelor, you need to reflect on yourself. My mother said more than once that giving birth to you would be better than giving birth to a little cow, at least a little cow. You can still milk it when you grow up.”

Bart: "."

Didn’t my mother like me the most before?

You actually said that to me in front of Sheila!

so sad.

After fighting the two of them.

Silla then snorted: "Okay, don't block the door here, come over and eat."

Dean chuckled and pulled Baker and Bart: "Mom is hard-spoken and soft-hearted. She knew you were coming back today and was extremely excited. She had been up since about five o'clock in the morning to prepare ingredients. She also forced Thompson and the others to decorate the house. She has been busy. Until now.”

A true relative may complain about you on their lips, but the kindness hidden in their hearts cannot be hidden.

A few glasses of home-brewed beer.

Everyone let go.

Bart talked about his strange experiences over the years: there was a garbage man who drove to the warehouse where the deceased old man was hidden and became rich overnight. There was an industry leader who spent a lot of money and worked hard all night, but ended up loading up a truck full of garbage.

Baker was much more silent.

Perhaps the only thing he deserves praise for is that in more than three years, he has left the title of Lion Baker in the industry.

People he beat.

The total is not a hundred, but it is eighty.

The biggest money Baker ever made didn't come from warehouse picking.

But he and Bart were about to come back, but found that they had no money for air tickets. In desperation, they went to work in a bar to earn travel expenses.

Bart works as a bartender.

He works as a 'sexy' waiter - the muscular waiter who wears a sexy little apron.

Occasionally, Baker would be invited by some female guests to go to their homes to help repair water pipes and clear sewers, earning some hard money.

One month's time.

Baker found himself making more money than he had in the previous year.

If you don't want to come back for Christmas.

Baker reckons he might consider changing careers.

But it’s not convenient to talk about this matter.

Anyway.

I enjoyed my meal tonight quite well.

the next day.

A large group of people, driving two cars, rushed to the farm in the suburbs.

American farmers, strictly speaking, are more like landowners. They have ownership of the land, mountains and forests, and they are very free whether they are planting on the farm or grazing on the pasture.

Dean's grandfather was such a small and medium-sized farmer. He had several pieces of farmland where he planted a lot of corn crops, several pieces of pasture where he grazed some beef cattle, dairy cows and lambs, and a specialized horse farm. A vineyard and a small oak forest.

The overall assets are hard to say.

But raised a dozen cowboys and their families.

In the early years.

Grandpa Dean even led his cowboys, killing many of his colleagues and burying their bones in the soil and loam under his feet before finally stabilizing.

In short, he is not a good person.

But as I get older.

In Dean's impression, everything on the farm is currently handled by his uncle and the cowboys. In addition to fishing, grandpa and grandma usually travel to New York and meet old friends. They are almost retired.

Dean's grandfather built a very ordinary Italian-style Tuscan building near the oak forest. The oak-white railings surrounded the neatly manicured lawn courtyard, which made it feel like living in seclusion in the mountains.

The little old man was wearing suspender jeans and was cooking a fat little lamb with a middle-aged and young man. There were more than a dozen white families surrounding him, forming a large circle, drinking home-brewed corn wine, chatting and spanking.

Hear the sound of a car.

Old Ryan quickly put down his work and greeted him.

It was actually the 'first time' for Dean to meet someone from his grandfather's side.

But there was surprisingly no feeling of unfamiliarity.

Integrating the memory of the predecessor is one aspect.

The main ones are Grandpa Old Ryan and Uncle Uncle Young Ryan. They all have very forthright personalities, and their enthusiasm without barriers makes it difficult for you to be wary.

Dean and others received a warm welcome.

Bart was miserable.

Old Ryan directly picked up the riding crop next to him and gave him a few hard blows before letting the distressed old woman lead him into the room and talk about missing him after not seeing him for several years.

After beating my son.

Old Ryan looked at Baker and Dean with unhidden fondness in his eyes: "Beck, you look more manly than you did three years ago. You are worthy of being our Lucchese son! And Dean , you are simply carved from the same mold as your great-grandfather, if it weren’t for your mother.”

"Ahem!", Silla coughed twice, looked at Old Ryan with threatening eyes, and changed the subject: "Dad, why did I see people from the Sili family?"

Little Ryan on the side frowned: "Harry Seeley was killed in his bed the day before yesterday. He is the grandson of the Lucchese family in New York, so those bastards wanted us to come over to express our condolences."

Hear the name.

Dean, who had been silent until now, raised his eyebrows and interrupted: "Uncle, you mean Harry Seely? The guy who opened the car supermarket?"

Isn't this just a fool to cheat on Ruos and send photos to humiliate him?

The number one killer in South America was frightened by Ruos's background and said he would kill him for free, but there has been no news since then.

Now it seems that Harry Seely has died, but his family probably knew something and did not dare to say anything.

"Yes, that's him. He probably offended some big shot. Anyway, his father didn't speak out. But after all, they and we had some blood relationship a few decades ago, so we might go to New York this time. "

When Little Ryan said this, his face didn't look very good.

They are a branch of the Lucchese family. In the 1940s, during the heyday of the Mafia, they failed in their struggle and moved to Los Angeles, where they gradually became good.

This time, the Lucchese family in New York took this opportunity to suddenly contact their already humble branch, and they didn’t know what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd!

"alright!"

Old Ryan glared at his eldest son, ended the topic, led everyone into the yard, and introduced Dean grandly to the cowboys and their families.

Today is Dean's twenty-second birthday.

Of course, the main reason was that old Ryan wanted to adopt Dean and inherit the name Lucchese, which caused Sheila to be very close to him and rarely let Dean live here alone.

So the Cowboys aren't very familiar with him.

But these are small things.

Dean downed a small jug of corn wine in one gulp and was instantly welcomed by them.

Conversation room.

Dean realized that these cowboys should be the mafia that followed Old Ryan's generation, but after losing the struggle, they came here to make a living.

In fact, they left in time.

A few more years later.

The FBI carried out a large-scale purge of these mafias.

Although the root cannot be cut off.

But that group of famous bosses, those who are in jail and those who are bleeding on the streets, are actually the old Ryan group who left early. Now most of them have children and have their own careers.

Nowadays, although the Italian Mafia in the United States has slowed down, changed its form, and intervened in the entertainment industry, its momentum is not as strong as before. It is like a dog with a broken bone. It is extremely low-key. Only in those Hollywood movies, it is still Their legends circulate.

evening.

The cowboys left with their families.

Old Ryan led a brown pony about 1.2 meters tall and walked up to Dean: "My grandson, I once promised you that I would choose a quarter pony with excellent pedigree for you. Come, try Give it a try.”

The Quarter Horse is famous for racing in the United States, but it is also widely loved by cowboys in the West. It was the best companion of cowboys before the mechanization era.

Even now.

A high-quality quarter horse is worth at least more than 100,000 US dollars.

This is a very valuable gift.

Although Dean himself has never ridden a horse, he has memories of it in his life.

With some trepidation, he wanted to touch the colt to see if it would reject him.

Turns out Dean just got closer.

The foal stepped uneasily on the grass and kept backing away.

Old Ryan frowned, touched the colt's head comfortingly, and asked curiously: "Dean, have you been in contact with any wild beasts recently?"

Dean suddenly realized: "Yes, I went into the mountains and shot a few gray wolves."

Said.

He winked at Thompson.

Thompson quickly ran to the car outside and took out three rolls of wrapped wolf skins.

The three wolf skins have been briefly processed, but they still need to be further processed before they can be used as decoration and processed into clothes.

"This is the gift I prepared for you."

Little Ryan picked up the leather and shook it, smelling the fishy smell on it, with a smile on his face: "It's an adult North American gray wolf, Dean, it seems you are lucky, this thing is rare here."

A lot of fun.

Around ten o'clock in the evening.

Sheila took Thompson and Sinclair to chat with her grandmother.

Dean and the other men followed Old Ryan to the living room of the house.

It has the feel of an Italian conference hall.

There is a five- to six-meter long table, two neat rows of oak chairs, and a portrait of a handsome man with black hair hangs behind the first seat in the middle.

If you look closely.

That man's facial features were somewhat similar to Dean's, but his eyes were deeper.

Under the photo frame, there is a line of small words: House Lucchese.

He is the father of Ryan Sr. and the founder of one branch of the Lucchese family.

Old Ryan sat at the head of the table, picked up the spoon, and knocked on the plate. His weathered face was filled with fatigue: "Everyone, as a member of the Lucchese family, we are now facing a big problem."

bad mood.

I feel like what I write and what I think are completely different things.

In addition, the dog thief has no Yang.

I didn’t win the bid, I just had a low fever.

The staff said that the urban area has been liberalized, and they will probably take care of themselves in the future, and even brought an electric heater to the dog thief.

grateful!

The dog thief is going to take a hot shower now and see if he can be resurrected with full health.

If not.

I have six thousand left, so I owe it now and will pay it back tomorrow.

Otherwise, the writing would be watery, bland, and disrupt the original plot rhythm and foreshadowing.