Short Story

How I locked eyes with Al Capone “Scarface”
In the 1900s, Chicago was becoming a hotspot for the criminal organisation. One of the criminal organisations is The Chicago Outfit. Run by Godfather named “Alphonse Gabriel Capone” also known as Al Capone “Scarface”’. Al Capone was born in January 17, 1899, Brooklyn, New York, U.S. He was an American Prohibition-era gangster, who dominated organised crime in Chicago from 1925 to 1931 and became perhaps the most famous gangster in the United States. Under Capone's leadership, the Chicago Outfit became the most powerful criminal organisation in the country, with an estimated annual income of over $100 million.
By The Story Writer2 years ago in Fiction
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By Jeff Hutchings2 years ago in Fiction
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By Jeff Hutchings2 years ago in Fiction
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By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
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By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
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By Ren2 years ago in Fiction
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By Jewel Marcel2 years ago in Fiction
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By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
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By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
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By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
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By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
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