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Post by Alfredo Costello on Mar 30, 2010 13:30:38 GMT -5
Owner: Alfredo Costello Manager: Carmine Biancco Income: $3,000 (per week) Protection: Costello Crime Family Costello Cut: $1,000 (per week)  Racket: Whore House Protection: Costello Crime Family Location: Beneath the strip club  |
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Post by Don Ben Costello on Mar 30, 2010 13:40:53 GMT -5
Al you steal ideas off the Sopranos ;l
NICE!
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Post by Santino Gambetti on Mar 30, 2010 13:59:04 GMT -5
Carmine sees a drunk acting stupid with one of the strippers:
Carmine: Hey, you better watch it pal.
Carmine then punches the guy in the face & drags him outback with two other Costello soldiers:
Carmine: Stand this fuck up straight!
The two other made men stand the drunk up against the wall:
Carmine: You outta learn to treat the ladies with some respect, asshole.
Carmine then knocks the man unconscious with a nearby pipe, and the two soldiers dump the drunk in a dumpster. The Costello button men then make their way back inside the club.
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Post by Alfredo Costello on Mar 30, 2010 14:00:00 GMT -5
Alfredo walks into the strip club and sees Skull Mob General, Marcus "Bulletproof" Carson.
Alfredo: Hey, wanna see some beautiful ladies up close?
Marcus: *Not knowing who Alfredo is* OK...
Alfredo: Follow me.
Alfredo and Marcus come down a flight of steps and stop. A few women walk up to Marcus and push him onto a bed. Then they begin to dance for him. But then some Skull Mobsters thunder down the steps. Then some of Alfredo's soldiers come out the shadows, pointing 9mm's at the Skull Mobsters. Alfredo pulls out a 9mm and aims it at Marcus. Then he and the others attach silencers.
Marcus: Who the fuck are you?
Alfredo: Your worst nightmare.
Marcus: Fuck you.
Alfredo: Mr. Costello sends his regards.
Marcus: HE--
Alfredo shoots Marcus in the head. And the Costello's shot the other Skull Mobsters.
Alfredo: Get rid of the bodies.
Costello #1: Yes, Boss.
Alfredo leaves the soldiers to dispose of the bodies.
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Post by Santino Gambetti on Mar 30, 2010 14:17:00 GMT -5
Carmine: You heard the boss, I want these bodies taken down to the Ocean Docks now!
Carmine starts helping the other Costello soldiers carry the bodies outside. They then put the bodies in the back of a white van. The van then drives off and disposes of the bodies.
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Post by Don Ben Costello on Mar 30, 2010 15:06:23 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]Ben arrived in a Black SUV, surrounded by two Costello Soldiers. He met up with his nephew, Alfredo in his Strip Club Office.[/glow]
Ben: Nephew, it has been done. I killed the remaining Skull Mob OG. Now it's time to finish 'em. Since their leaders, bosses, co-bosses and what have you are dead, now we can openly attack their normal members. Put out a message to the Family. If the Family encounters Skull Mob members, waste 'em.
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Post by Don Ben Costello on Mar 30, 2010 16:59:03 GMT -5
He has left, now at the Safehouse.
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Post by Don Ben Costello on Mar 30, 2010 16:59:18 GMT -5
No-one saw him, not ambushed on the journey home.
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Post by Santino Gambetti on Mar 30, 2010 17:44:04 GMT -5
Carmine Biancco drops by to check up on his strip club. He sees that everything in order, all of the girls are okay, and nobody's getting out of line. He gets a free private lap dance, then he heads back to his safehouse.
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Post by Don Ben Costello on Mar 31, 2010 10:59:05 GMT -5
Owner: Alfredo Costello Manager: Carmine Biancco Income: $3,000 (per week) Protection: Costello Crime Family Costello Cut: $1,000 (per week) Info: Looks like the actual Bada Bing Racket: Whore House Protection: Costello Crime Family Location: Beneath the strip club Info: Looks likes a normal brothel |
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Post by Don Ben Costello on Sept 1, 2010 7:01:22 GMT -5
After the untimely death of Carmine Biancco a few months back, Ben gets long-time Costello soldier and the former right-hand man of Alfredo Costello, who goes by the name of Joe DeCencetti to fill in as the new manager. Ben also meets up with Joe in the Club Office.
Joe: Hey, boss, you wanted to see me?
Ben: Yes, Joe. After the recent set of unfortunate circumstances, I am promoting you to the rank of captain.
Joe: I don't know what to say, boss. This is a great honour. Thank you.
Ben nods at Joe as he leaves the Club Office. He now makes a few dozen or so calls, before calling his faithful and loyal Consigliere, Paulie Russo. After a few beeping noises, Paulie finally picks up.
Paulie: Hey, boss. You just got me out the shower.
Ben: Sorry Paulie, it's urgent. I need you to send a message to our man in Vice. Inform him on what to do, okay?
Paulie: Sure thing, boss.
Paulie ends the call and Ben places the receiver down. He then has a few drinks at the club bar, listens to some of the pumping retro music and leaves the Bada Bing. He takes a black Sentinel back to his Mansion in Mulholland, accompanied by his personal bodyguard/driver, Alberto dLimi.
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Post by Senator Nicholas Primo on Dec 8, 2011 19:41:38 GMT -5
Charlie Nelson, a Primo Caporegime, is in the club at a table with two of his soldiers, Salvatore Stromboli & Johnny Delminna. They're celebrating because they've collected a large amount of revenue this week. A stripper brings them a few bottles beer as they talk business:
Charlie: This is the best week we've had in months. It's been real quiet on the streets ever since Rhyno Rodriguez whacked em'self.
Salvatore: I hear Costello hasn't been makin' any major moves lately.
Charlie: Listen, people talk a lot of shit. Don't believe everything you hear on the streets.
Johnny: I hear San Fierro is starting to make a comeback on the drug scene. Ever since the Montoya Cartel expanded into SA, junkies have been on every fuckin' corner. I even hear them Gambettis are gettin' a nice piece of the action out there.
Charlie: Well don't count on them being on top for long.
Salvatore: What do ya' mean?
Charlie: The family wants me to keep a "close eye" on them if you catch my drift. They're thinkin' about makin' me the head of Primo operations out in SF.
Johnny: Are the dons all okay with this?
Charlie: I received the order from the Godfather himself. Capish?
The three then finish their beers and head into the club's private rooms. They each then receive their own private dances and relax and celebrate the rest of the night.
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