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Don’t mess with the mob; a look into organized crime networks and mafia families, the real-life gangsters that inspired The Godfather.
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"Mrs. Jack Gardner is one of the seven wonders of Boston. There is nobody like her in any city in this country. She is a millionaire Bohemienne. She is the leader of the smart set, but she often leads where none dare follow… She imitates nobody; everything she does is novel and original." — A BOSTON REPORTER
The Mafia, New York, and An Unexpected Murder
In the 1970s the Italian Mafia believed that they owned New York City, because well, they did. At one point the FBI had three offices working on mob related cases and could never figure out how they were pulling off these schemes.
Nicholas McKennaPublished 3 years ago in Criminal"The Sincerity of the Village Juries"
T"The sincerity of the village juries" They were five in the family, three males and two females. The second son was the most enterprising. He had wholesale business that was performing relatively ok; he was lively, outgoing, fearless and has business acumen.
Philip EbuluoforPublished 3 years ago in CriminalJackey’s Mafia Pizza
The rumor was that he was a wizard at starting up restaurants and nightclubs. But once they were up and banging then he would slack off until his skimming and coke habit got out of control and his Italian business partners started asking questions about profits and loss.
Steve B HowardPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Jade Dragon
Interview Date: April 19, 1991. 10:04 AM ———————— Lin: Thank you for agreeing to this interview, it really means a lot.
The Chronicle of GNPT
GNPT was not like the other kids in the UFO cult. For starters, he was not the biological offspring of the Supreme Leader. Galax-Nu and Pee-Top, his genetically inferior progenitors, had sexually reproduced back when such things were permitted. In those days, combining the consonant phonemes of parental units like their DNA was the way Mission Command assigned designations to new lifeforms...in the happy years, before the “Sublime Directive” at which point the Supreme Leader was deemed the only adult male allowed to retain his penis. Many of the families GNPT grew up with understandably left the church at that time to form a much less intense UFO cult just down the street but his dad was a Rear Admiral in the Vortex Fleet with one billion years of service sworn to the Supreme Leader of the Galactic Confederacy. If that meant having his genitalia surgically removed then so be it. Most distinct from his parents and the remaining faithful, GNPT did not believe the imminent collapse of the third dimension was nigh nor in the infallibility of the Supreme Leader. The “Day of Cosmic Ascension” had come and gone maybe 40 times in the past 15 years and each time some dissonant vibration in the harmonisphere or quick detour to observe a celestial event several light-years off-course had invariably detained the Fathership’s arrival. He had plenty of doubts about the church before but a lot more was at stake than just another disconfirmed prophecy. Today was his 18th birthday and to put it quite bluntly; he didn’t want to chop off his dick.
Wesley BrownPublished 3 years ago in CriminalStefi
His mama called him "Stefi", short for Stefano. She never learned to speak English, but that was hardly necessary as an Italian immigrant in 1930s New York city. All their neighbors spoke Italian, and the ones that didn't weren't worth talking to anyway. Home was a Mott Street apartment building. When you got down the stairs to the ground floor there was a butcher shop on one side, and a mortuary on the other. To your left they're wrapping up some fresh cut beef, and on the right someone's crying their eyes out.
Galilee BuergerPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Wooden Keepsake Box
Brielle answered what seemed like 50th email of the day and it was only 10:20 on a Monday morning. She heard the vibration of her phone to her right as the screen lit up with an out of state number. This is the 3rd time this number called her in the last week. They’ve never left a message and she never answered when they called. She doesn't know anyone from out of state so why would she answer. Truthfully, it was probably just another bill collector. Getting back to her email she heard her phone ding alerted her that they left a voicemail this time. Curiosity got the better of her and she grabbed her phone to listen to it. She played the message and heard a deep male voice say "Hi this message is for Brielle Stevens, formerly known as Nicolette Morelli. My name is Ray Jacoby, Esq from Jacoby, Meyer, and Rosenberg Law Firm in New York City. Please return my call at your earliest convenience. I am calling regarding the last will and testament of your grandfather, Nino Morelli. You can reach me at this number directly. Thank you and I hope to hear from you soon". All at once the color drained from her face and her heart hammered inside her chest making Brielle look pale under the UV lights in her office.
Kristin YoungPublished 3 years ago in CriminalOats in a Field
Tuesday afternoon inside a dive bar, there was a handful of undesirable patrons. Anthony sat, watching a baseball game at the bar. He stared with desperation. He had bet on the game. Anthony was in his lower thirties, a war veteran, with long, unkempt hair and scars on his face. He'd drank five beers and chain-smoked half of his cigarettes. The game made him mad. "Take out that sorry pitcher! He couldn't throw it at the ground," Anthony drunkenly yelled. The bartender looked in disgust. "Aw shut up! Do you plan on paying your tab today?" the bartender responded. Anthony gave him a look. "Not today, but I'll hit a good lick one day and I'll be your favorite customer," said Anthony hopefully.
Xavier DuPriestPublished 3 years ago in CriminalLarry
I know how much Robert likes privacy when we sleep, so I usually don’t say anything when he shuts the bedroom door, but it’s a really dark night and the kids might be scared. I can’t hear them as well with the door shut. I should just get up quietly so I don’t wake him, and open the door...
Jerry TulakPublished 3 years ago in CriminalRansom
I could feel the bitter cold kissing the nape of my neck. Gentle puffs of condensation poured from my mouth as I exhaled, the only source of heat in the vicinity.
Tunde AmaoPublished 3 years ago in CriminalBehind the Doll's Eye
Mina Bucur’s life wasn’t always this way. It used to be better, more vivid, and full of life. In her little village back home in Romania, death wasn’t around each and every corner. Death wasn’t a common topic of discussion at a dinner table full of lavish food and expensive wine. Life—life and all its wonders—was what Mina was used to talking about vibrantly back home with her family: her two lovely parents whose love was so sick and made Mina almost gag with glee; her two younger sisters who were so closely acquainted with trouble that it was an old friend for them and found them wherever they hid (unless their mother found them first, that is); and of course, her lovely grandparents, who lived through so much heartache and trials beyond comprehension, but still put fresh, lovely smiles on their experienced and lived faces. Mina loved her family, loved them so much that she would do anything for them—anything to save them from harm. Well. . . the day that Mina would take up that promise came sooner rather than never, much to her and her family’s misfortune.
Samantha HeckPublished 3 years ago in Criminal