Corleone Syndicate - (Closed)

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L'illegale ha i soldi. Nessun legale può ottenerli - Corleone
Welcome to the logs that record all the criminal activities of the Corleones

Edited 18 hours ago by flopfather

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Gang name: Corleone Syndicate
Gang panel name: CORLEONE_SYNDICATE
Gang Tag: C|
Gang code color: #3B3B3B
Gang Motto: L'illegale ha i soldi. Nessun legale puo ottenerli - Corleone
Date created: 11th September, 2025
Gang Creator:@The_GodFather
Gang Leader:@Aizaaz
Gang Vice Leader:@The_GodFather
Discord Link: https://discord.gg/CSEUDMwg6X


When the Corleones crossed the ocean from Sicily, they didn’t choose the glitter of San Fierro or the desert chaos of Las Venturas. They chose Los Santos, a city where fog hides secrets, and the docks are the lifeblood of power. At the helm stood Don Vito Corleone, a man who understood that real power isn’t in politics or headlines; it’s in controlling what slips silently through the harbor at night. With him, four men built the Syndicate into a shadow empire:Marco “The Stratega” Romano, the Don’s advisor and dealmaker. Enzo “Capo Bastone” Ricci, the enforcer. Salvatore “Il Contabile” Greco, the money man. Luca “Ombra” DeLuca, the ghost. 
From the Esplanade to the busy ports in Los Santos, the docks became their kingdom. Drugs from overseas flow through their containers, while desperate souls are smuggled across the ocean, sold into silence and shadows. Every crate unloaded, every ship anchored, every life bought or sold, it all belongs to the Corleone Syndicate. But in San Andreas, power is never unchallenged. Rival cartels, biker gangs, and government agents lurk in the fog, waiting to strike. Still, the Syndicate thrives because one rule has never changed: “Family is business. Business is power. Power is survival.”

Edited September 22 by The_GodFather

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Edited September 22 by The_GodFather

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Main Roleplay of the Corleones

 

1-Narcotics Distribution
The lifeblood of any syndicate is control over what the streets crave. The Corleone Syndicate has its hands deep in the narcotics trade, moving product from the docks into the veins of the city. We don’t just sell, we own the pipeline, from import to street-level distribution. Our reach extends into neighborhoods where no one dares to step unless we allow it. Every pill, every gram, every ounce that changes hands is a piece of gold in our pocket. And when others try to muscle in, they quickly learn that this empire wasn’t built on mercy, it was built on blood and business.

2-Human Trafficking and Smuggling
Behind closed containers and locked compartments lies one of our most profitable, though darkest trades. people. The Corleones control the flow of bodies across borders, whether it’s for labor, vice, or other shadows of society. Ships at the docks don’t just bring cargo; they bring opportunity. We own the routes, we own the captains, and we own the silence of those who look the other way. To us, people are not just lives. they are commodities, and in this cruel world, commodities keep the family strong
3-Protection Rackets and Extortion
Every business wants peace of mind, and every owner wants to sleep knowing no one will torch his shop or put him six feet under. That’s where the Corleone Syndicate comes in. We don’t ask, we tell. You pay for protection, or you pay the price. From the high-class clubs to the corner groceries, everyone contributes their “share.” And in return, no rival, no thug, no outsider lays a finger on them. It’s not extortion, it’s business. And business, in our world, is survival.
4-Money Laundering via Front Business
Behind every nightclub, car lot, or shipping firm we own lies the perfect disguise. The Corleone Syndicate washes dirty cash clean through fronts that look legitimate but bleed loyalty to the family. On paper, it’s business. In truth, it’s survival.

Edited September 22 by The_GodFather

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Featured RolePlay

Members Participated: Aizaaz, FlopFather, Mahad, TONY
Roleplay Title: The Silent Shipment

Setting: A foggy night at Pier 69, San Fierro. The smell of saltwater lingers as the cargo ship docks slowly, its massive frame cloaked by the mist. Syndicate cars line the pier in silence, headlights off, shadows moving like ghosts.

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Don Vito Corleone steps out of the black Audi, two guards close behind. His polished shoes echo against the damp wood as he takes a slow look at the ship.

Don Vito: calm but heavy voice
“Tonight, we move silence through steel. Every hand, every word, every step, it counts. Marco, is the contact where he should be?”

Marco “The Stratega” Romano flicks his burner phone shut after a brief exchange. He adjusts his coat collar, eyes sharp.

Marco:
“The Colombians sent their man. He waits by the crane. Says the waters are clear, no cops, no federal eyes. They kept their end, Don.”

Don Vito: nods slowly, exhaling smoke
“Good. Then we keep ours. Let’s see if San Fierro still belongs to us.”

 

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Stratega MARCO calmly paces towards the higher ledge, sniper rifle slung low. He glances over stacked containers and signals toward the shadows.

Marco: “Enzo’s crew swept the docks. No tails, no city rats sniffin’ around. The pier is sealed tighter than a confession booth.”

Enzo “Capo Bastone” Ricci cracks his knuckles, eyes burning with focus. He barks at his soldiers in low tones.

Enzo: “Double lines, spread out. No one comes close without our say. If they ask questions, they don’t leave with answers.”

From the shadows, Luca “Ombra” DeLuca disappears behind a stack of crates, scanning movements unseen.

Luca: low voice from the dark
“Ghosts are in place. No footprints. No names. The night belongs to us.”

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Don Vito, Luca, and Enzo ascend the gangway, boots echoing on steel. They enter the captain’s office, the air heavy with oil and damp charts. On the desk, ledgers and manifests, retrieved by their own men.

Enzo: flipping pages
“Three containers. Marked seafood. Routes, dates, seals—everything lines up clean.”

Don Vito: scans the documents, then shuts the ledger with deliberate weight
“Business handled by family, seen by family, trusted by family. That’s how power breathes.”

Enzo slides the files into a leather folder, and together they move toward the bow of the ship.

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The fog drapes the front of the ship as the Syndicate gathers. Don Vito, Marco and the Capos stand in formation. The Don leans on the shoulder of Marco, city lights glimmering in the distance, cigar smoke curling into the night.

Don Vito:
“San Fierro bends not because it fears us, but because we move as one. Remember this, Family is not men with guns, nor ships with crates. Family is trust, silence, loyalty. Without it, power crumbles like rotten wood.”

He turns his gaze to Marco, the Stratega.

Don Vito:
“Marco, your mind draws the maps we walk. Never forget—strategy without loyalty is just ambition, and ambition without Family is death.”

His eyes sweep over the Capos, each standing tall.

Don Vito:
“Tonight we take, tomorrow we hold. The world is not given, it is taken, piece by piece. And San Andreas… belongs to us.”

The men nod in solemn silence, the ship cutting through fog like a blade, the Family’s shadow stretching over the bay.

 

Edited September 22 by The_GodFather