I met Don Lupara on my veranda overlooking the Bay of Naples. He and I both knew the coward Cyclops had fled to Romania and we knew where he was although not exactly. Although the Cyclops family was decimated and had been absorbed by other families Cyclops still had allies in Naples. Those allies and the Cyclops knew Don Lupara and I were potential threats as Calabrian’s we had vendettas in our blood.
So the first part of the plan was to create the allusion of a split between Don Lupara and I to weaken the threat of a possible joint action. The plan was to create a public rift to create the illusion of a violent split between Don Lupara and myself. Quite simple. I was to shoot Don Lupara in a heated argument in front of one of Naples most famous restaurants. I would shoot him in the arm with a blank! Fake blood would pour out and I would make an orchestrated escape on a scooter. After that I would hightail it to Greece for three months head back to India after that. I would be forgotten. No longer a threat. Then I would pay Cyclops a visit.
A few days later at the Idiota Restaurant Don Lupara and I sat at an outside table for a meal. Yes there were eyes upon us. After our grilled octopus Don Lupara started shouting at me and threw a wine bottle at my head which grazed it. With blood pouring down my face we had a loud argument. He shoved me to the ground. I stood up and shot him in the arm. The patrons took off and off I roared off in a motor scooter driven by one of Don Lupara’s men. I was driven to the outskirts of Naples and had a comfortable hidden room in a truck on its way to Athens. I arrived in Athens and checked into a cheap hotel in Vavarona on the outskirts of Athens. My next destination was Samos a Greek Island just off the Turkish coast. Full of German and Dutch tourists but almost no Italians and no Italians if you knew where to go.