The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

As Charlie spoke, a plan crystallized in his mind.

Having been in New York for this long, certain issues demanded a thorough resolution. With the Zano family’s reach

extending into Chinatown, encompassing Hogan’s decades of hard work, there was no room for self-restraint.

He turned to Jordan, his tone resolute, “Jordan, change into those chef’s clothes and join me.”

Jordan’s gaze darted to the five imposing figures of the Burning Angels. “Mr. Wade, what about them?” he inquired

urgently.

“Dispatch them, one bullet at a time. Make every shot count,” Charlie affirmed, a steely determination in his voice.

The five stood, trembling with fear. They never fathomed that the once-bullied cook, who wouldn’t even dare to

breathe too loud, now harbored a resolute intent to end them all.

Witnessing Jordan’s unwavering resolve, Charlie’s smile curled slightly. “It’s premature to end them now. Let Uncle

Hogan and Casey Vigo keep a close watch. Once their affairs conclude, we’ll revisit this,” he advised.

Hogan wasted no time, seeking guidance, “Master, what’s your strategy? Is there something I should tend to?”

Charlie’s grin persisted. “No, Uncle Hogan. When Jordan and I depart, lock up shop and await our return. Should

any trouble arise, and someone with a keen eye stirs up strife, use these five as leverage and summon Micheala

immediately.”

In New York, there was nothing beyond Michaela’s grasp. Not just some gangsters, even the Zano family paled

before her. Yet, Jagoan preferred not to invoke her aid. Her intervention would dampen the intrigue of the matter.

Still, he recognized his limitations. Taking Jordan to meet the Zano family meant fortifying the roast goose shop

against potential threats from other Burning Angel members.

Hogan grasped Jagoan’s intention promptly and nodded in approval. Jagoan then turned to Casey Vigo, inquiring,

“You’ve been in New York for years. What’s your intel on the Zano clan? their location, headcount, and the leader’s

name?”

“Long Island houses the Zano family,” Casey Vigo reported promptly. “They hold sway in the mafia, boasting a

significant populace. I’d reckon at least ten members. The present patriarch is Antonio Zano.”

“Good,” Jagoan acknowledged, turning to Hogan. “I’ll take Jordan to the Zano Manor. If all goes well, I’ll return

within two hours.”

“Please exercise caution, Young Master,” Hogan implored.

***

The Zano family, hailing from Sicily, had lorded over New York for decades. Deeply entrenched in the mafia legacy,

they held an enduring relic from World War II—a Thompson submachine gun, a cherished emblem passed down

through generations.

It was said that the old Zano, who’d relocated from Sicily to New York, established their dominion in the American

underworld, brandishing the Thompson submachine gun, often called the Chicago typewriter. Until recently, the gun

adorned the main hall of Zano Manor, at position C. Only with the new generation’s decision to cleanse their

reputation did it descend from the wall.

This didn’t signify the Zano family’s retreat, rather, they redistributed their illicit endeavors to seemingly unrelated

entities. Behind the vest-clad gangs, they quietly propelled them to conquer New York and the entire East Coast,

expanding their influence and criminal profits.

On the surface, under Antonio Zano’s leadership, the current head, the Zano family endeavored to shed their old

image and cozy up to the upper echelons. Antonio knew well that the more powerful the elite became, the more

they needed entities like the Mafia. However, their hypocrisy barred overt cooperation.

This meant that any mafia family seeking their favor had to clean house first. Essentially, what the upper crust

desired wasn’t a hidden, shameful chamber pot but a lavatory that could stand A openly, immaculate and odorless.

The traditional Mafia was akin to the former—a dirty, pungent chamber pot. Antonio sought to guide the Zano

family’s evolution from chamber pots to pristine, openly displayed toilets.

At that moment, Antonio oversaw the preparations at Zano Manor. Today, a distinguished guest from afar would

grace their halls. This guest’s visit held paramount importance for the Zano family’s future. If collaboration was

struck, they would ascend to new heights.

In the grand hall of Zano Manor, a sprawling table, over ten meters long, was impeccably set. Flowers flown in from

France adorned it, alongside the finest crystal and silverware. Forty-seven-year-old Antonio observed, with a

mixture of anticipation and pride on his face.

His siblings, along with their progeny and spouses, all impeccably attired, lined up to extend their greetings. Antonio

embodied the role of a patriarch, warmly welcoming each member. Once nearly all the immediate family had paid

their respects, Antonio couldn’t help but inquire about his 22-year-old daughter.

“William, where’s Julia?” he queried. William replied promptly, “Brother, I haven’t seen Julia all evening.”

Antonio’s dissatisfaction was palpable. “This child! She’s been obedient her entire life, why go against me now?

Doesn’t she realize I’ve planned this for her? How perfect could life be?” William offered reassurance, “Brother,

Julia is still young, lacking in social experience. Give her some time, not only will she understand your intentions, but

she’ll also be endlessly grateful.”

Antonio adjusted his suit, shirt, and bowtie, then turned to William with a conceited smile. “How do I look? Do I

resemble ‘The Godfather’?”

William lauded, “Absolutely! Brother, across the United States, even in all of Europe and America, no one channels

Marlon Brando more authentically than you!”

Antonio nodded, a self-assured smile gracing his features. “I, Antonio Zano, will undoubtedly become Sicily’s most

accomplished godfather in history!”

At that very moment, Antonio’s youngest brother, Francisco, approached respectfully. “Brother, your esteemed

guest’s plane has landed at JFK Airport! Estimated arrival at the manor is in forty minutes!”

“Excellent!” Antonio couldn’t contain his excitement. “Tonight hinges on whether we ascend to the next level!” With

that, he carefully smoothed his hair, declaring, “You all keep watch here. I’m off to find Julia!”

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