“Years ago i was wanted in chicago. I was in the San Andreas gang. i was in hiding until i remembered i made a opponent. A opponent with the finest chap in the world. It was to meet at Big Joe Brady's restaurant twenty years later same date and time.” I said talking to tyrone. “Ok get on with the good stuff.” said Tyrone in the jail cell next to me. “ok.” I said It was about ten o'clock at night and only a couple people were on the dark and wet slimy street. Then out of nowhere a well trained cop came around the corner of the street checking the shop doors and spinning his night stick. The well trained police man started to walk up to me. I said. “it's ok officer i'm just weighting for a friend to show.” “why so late said.” The
In Chicago 2022 in this neighborhood there was the most dangerous criminal on the streets. He was famous, but he was low key famous. The people knew him but the cops had no idea there was a guy like this on the streets. He goes by black papa, but his real name was Ib ba. His house is small and trashy but he made it like that so people would think he had nothing but in his house he had million of money and thousand of drugs. In this part of Chicago there was gangs Ib was the leader of the 18th street gang. His gang had bob fish wasbi, Christan the destroyer, Devyn chill, and Pablo the quiet. Black papas gang was small but the other gangs wouldn't dare try to cross them Pablo the quiet was quiet but if u made
The public called him Scarface; the FBI called him Public Enemy Number One; his associates called him Snorky. But Capone is the name most remember. And John Kobler’s Capone is the definitive biography of this most brutal and flamboyant of the underground kings—an intimate and dramatic book that presents a complete view of Al Capone and his gaudy era. Here is Capone’s story: his violent childhood in Brooklyn, his lieutenancy to Johnny Torrio, his rise in the ranks of the underworld, the notorious St. Valentine Massacre, his eventual control of the entire city of Chicago, and his decline during his imprisonment in Alcatraz. Capone was the ultimate gangster, and Capone is the ultimate in gangster biographies—a classic in the literature of
The criminal in the interview described the nature of one operation with Moran’s mob he was involved in. According to the operation they had to reload a load of whisky hi jacked on a track, while several surrounded the place with machine guns. Huge money was made by criminals gangs and murders were common as gangs fought each other in order to protect or expand their territories. Territorial disputes
The next thing I saw was the telephone. I stood in the middle of a drunken crowd and I called 911 because I needed help. All those visits from Officer Friendly in second grade paid off. A lady answered the phone, “Police, state your emergency,“ and I saw my face in the window over the kitchen sink and no words came out of my mouth.”
“Agent Warren,” a heavy set judge said plainly, “ I need you to inform the jury about your experience involving the Sinaloa cartel and the murder of Robert Mendes.” I sat in silence. It had been almost two years since I’d heard that name. My name for while undercover was Paul White which the other members of the gang decided it didn’t it fit me well enough so they called me gringo.
I looked around and yelled for help i had realized my phone was on me and wasn’t dead, i hurried and grabbed for i had dialed nine and a one before i could dial the last digit i had already heard the officer yelling orders at me i forgot that the gun was in my hand “ i didn’t do it,
One day last winter, I was leaving work and I was approached by a street-person. Living in the city most of my life, I had
“Well it started on a day in which I met a nice guy named Jimmy Wells. We met at a restaurant twenty years ago. We had a great time and we both said we would meet again at the exact same spot and the exact same time in twenty years.”
“He had quite a reputation. They have a file on him down at the police station. He had been arrested, he got drunk, rode in rodeos , lied, cheated, stole, rolled drunks, jumped small kids--- he did everything. I didn’t like him, but he was smart and you had to respect him.
When talking about a true American crime story, one can start and end the discussion with one of the most powerful and influential true stories ever told: GoodFellas. Based on the incredible true story, the film follows the rise and fall of Lucchese crime family associates Henry Hill and his friends throughout the 50s, 60s, 70s, and 1980s. Originally written as the non-fiction novel “Wise Guys” by Nicholas Pileggi, the story takes you deep into the world of arguably the most notorious crime posse America has ever known: the Italian Mafia. It is viewed by scores of critics and moviegoers alike as one of the greatest crime/drama movies ever filmed – so needless to say, with such a
T’was 1979, we were running a large robbery, about to shoots up some people. I was with some fellows from the gang, you know? Thought it'd go real smooth-like. We had just infiltrated the biggest bank in Italy, we were all so eager to get our hand on the goods, there was just so much of it. But then, in an instant
so once again i was walking back home and i was like 3 miels away from home. and again this time a guy who was not blind came up too me.
I went through the cemetery because it is said the demons who burned the church down found home in the dead bodies that are six feet under. I went with my 16 year old sister which was a mistake. I started walking we heard noise in the trees, I just assumed it was a fox or raccoon or something, it scared the hell out of my sister and she latched to my arm and was so close I
I looked outside the window where everybody else was gathered. The cops were talking to the host of the party and calling the parents of the people at the party. I heard footsteps by the stairs when I realized that I was not down there with them. A cop came bursting into the room I was in and brought me outside.
“Stay still or I will kill you, we are,” I cut the man off. “WHY THE HELL AM I HERE, GET ME OUT OF THIS BLOODY CAR!” I scream trying to open the door desperately. The man pulls his coat back to display a 357 Magnum; I know this because my dad was the owner of a firearms and ammunition store and only the people that were as rich as the queen were able to afford this handgun. “As I was saying, we are the Mafia, and I have a task for you. In 4 and