England's royalty has Westminster Abbey, Chicago's underworld has Mount Carmel. Sure a lot of bishops are buried at the cemetery. But so are the likes of Al Capone, Frank Nitti, Sam Giancara... and now Lorenzo Calitri was to be laid to rest there. It was a beautiful day, like Lorenzo had greased Mother Nature's palm just for the occasion.  The mourners were numerous and ran the entire spectrum of Chicago society. Petty thugs stood by clergymen while police captains sat next to racketeers. But of all the humanity with dark clothing and downcast eyes, one seemed like the epicenter...<br/><br/>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7isw1V8kQ1qa1iiqo1_500.jpg)<br/><br/>Lucrezia Calitri.<br/><br/>Unlike many of the other mourners, her head wasn't bowed. Instead the former model glared at the casket, her face a blending of beauty and rage. In spite of her veil, Lucezia smoked a cigarette like her breath depended on it. The priest had started to say something to her but one look told him to think better of it. Not too many men wanted to risk the wrath of Lucrezia Calitri. Everyone talked about how she led her first husband into an ambush because he planned to betray her family. And when the story gets told it is always stressed that Lucrezia was in love with the guy. But she had no problem taking him to his grave. Hell, some said she put the last bullet in him herself. If Lucrezia Calitri could do that to the love of her life, who knows what she could do to anybody else.<br/><br/>Now Lucrezia was in her second marriage. Her husband Lambert Levin was by her side. He was a good guy, a real mensch. Kind of quiky and a bit of a doormat but he loved his wife. He loved his brother-in-law too. They both loved the glory days of the Rat Pack and could spend hours watching Ol' Blue Eyes on DVD. But right now he couldn't worry about his own sorrow, he had to be there for his wife.<br/><br/>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGNIPS1x4qI/TYee5JXWn8I/AAAAAAAAALc/ipe-m3ptYTI/s1600/185638_10150122438888306_553508305_6427749_6807062_n.jpg)<br/><br/>"Baby," he said softly as he put his arm around Lucrezia. "Don't worry. The cops will catch who did this."<br/><br/>"Fuck the cops," answered Lucrezia sharply. She didn't seem to care who heard her, including the commissioner a row behind her. Lambert had seen his wife angry before but she had always played it so sophisticated. Her causal profanity at an occasion like this made it clear how much her brother's death had hurt her. The two had been close, not just as family but working hand-in-hand in the family business. Some even said they were closer than the Bible allowed, but no one said that too loudly. Lucrezia took her family very seriously and whoever did this will learn that the legends only offered a glimpse of her rage.<br/><br/>"Hey," said Lambert, "What can I do for you? Just ask."<br/><br/>"Keep that idiot Lacey away from me," Lucrezia replied coldly. She had been quite close to her brother's first wife and this bimbo he brought hope couldn't hold a candle to her. Lacey was an outsider, she didn't belong. The only thing that spared her the full force of Lucrezia's hate has that Lorenzo had some action on the side. A cop, of all people. But Lucrezia had to let it pass for now. This was about saying good-bye to her brother. He was more important, as was his son.<br/><br/>On the other side of Lucrezia was Leonardo, her brother's only child. The two were close, especially after his mother had died. Now he was the head of the family. Lucrezia knew Lorenzo had wanted another life for his son, but one can not escape destiny. All you can do is prepare for and Lucrezia swore she would make sure Leonardo was prepared. She reached over and gave his hand a loving squeeze.<br/><br/>