mafia
Don’t mess with the mob; a look into organized crime networks and mafia families, the real-life gangsters that inspired The Godfather.
The Only Option
“Who is he?” “I don’t know.” “Are you going to kill him?” “What other option do I have?” Spencer’s breath came quick and shallow. His legs were too weak to stand and he collapsed onto the broken sofa. His mind raced with a million thoughts that all crashed into one another, leaving him with nothing but a headache. He stared at the small notebook. Heather stared at him.
By Donald Granger5 years ago in Criminal
Life Insurance
It started with fear, then acceptance, like watching a bird hit the window and fall down to the Earth. That's how Jimmy the Cook went out. Headlights through his back window, and before he could blink, it was all over. Poor kid just got seen talking to the wrong guy at the wrong time, probably didn't even know what he did wrong. But that's life, I guess.
By Christopher Hascall5 years ago in Criminal
The Briefcase- Meeting Miss. Fortune
I never really liked going to big celebrations much. Not because I don't like people, I just have fairly tight boundaries that crowded places tend to overstep. Hence why I look somewhat out of place in this former speakeasy. Now that Prohibition has ended, the owner didn't need to hide the booze he's been stacking for the past few years. Additionally, since he had to get rid of it all before it goes bad, the prices were as low as they could go. This caused the place to be crawling with customers from all walks of life, from all parts of the city, congregating to get their share of the liquor.
By The Caymanian Story Teller5 years ago in Criminal
The Pickpocket
She clocked him a block away. The man she marked was walking with an arrogant strut that only rich assholes can pull off. A ridiculously expensive suit, a knockoff Rolex, and on his cell phone talking way too loudly and gesticulating too much, thinking he's somebody.
By Jacob Cipriano5 years ago in Criminal
Feathers
Words are like feathers, tickling at the senses. A single feather can be beautiful, but when you have many feathers connected, it becomes gorgeous. It becomes a life changing story that imprints itself upon your inner person. Stories inspire, critique, alter and save lives. Finding the perfect mix of feathers to string together into a story has always been my dream. Exploring each feather is an art within itself. The English dictionary has 273,000 words in it. It seems like I would have so many feathers to explore, but instead I am at a loss for words. I lack the ability to connect my feathers beyond a kindergarten art project.
By Celeste Wilson5 years ago in Criminal
The Last Night
At 2:00am in Cádiz a group of darkly clothed young delinquents arrived at a sandstone wall surrounding a traditional waterfront mansion. Their break-in area had been strategically chosen by Alexander. The wall was to be weakest here, erosion having partially eaten it away. It would also provide direct access to their enemies living quarters.
By Kristina Fry5 years ago in Criminal
The Crooked Connection
No matter what Bert Stone said, I was gonna be somebody. I’d been pedaling his newspapers for a while now and I was good, I could sell. As long as no one nicked my corner, I could set up my board to catch the sharp-suited men whose oversized coats billowed as they headed to Union station and tempt them with the Evening News or Examiner. But from my spot I could also pull out the muckrakers to catch the lowly eye of steelworkers as they trundled past after working on either the Wrigley or Jewelers building, most likely. With their flat caps and cigarettes coupled with their scraggy vests, they had a style different to the office men straight from Vogue (as I imagined not being willing to sell those for 55¢ a copy) but had a rustic working man’s charm all the same. That’s what I loved about downtown Chicago, it was a magical place to me and someday I’d be heading straight to the top. It was 1925 for goodness sake, everywhere you looked we were building and enterprising the way to the future! Whirring electric trams and flashing neon lights glowing through the haze of cigarette smoke and cars honking as they rattled through the busy streets, it never felt like you were alone in Chicago.
By Emma Nicholls5 years ago in Criminal
The Family Secret
How often is it that we fail ourselves financially? The answer: too often. There are some who actually pay attention to all things adult, including their finances, but a lot of us neglect our responsibilities and get ourselves into trouble with school loans, credit cards, and living expenses. Spending frugally without regard for the harm we're actually causing ourselves. AnnMarie was no different. She was taught the basics of finances during her years in school, keeping a checkbook and the like, but was never taught about keeping a healthy credit score.
By K.C. O'Brien 5 years ago in Criminal
From Book To Movie, Envy, Jealousy and backstabbing antics from your closest friends!
Hated on with a smile Chapter 1 GROWING UP Crows flock with Crows, Doves flock with Doves and Pigeons flock with Pigeons. Once you start getting a mixture of breeds in one flock, destruction is sure to happen! This is how it was with some of these slime ball ass niggas and females who I thought were my friends and down bitches! It all started when I was 12 years old playing Optimus football in the city. Miami was Miami, and if you have lived here you would know what I’m talking about. I’m the real Chilly Willie and this is my story growing up in Opa-Locka. I had friends at the time, which were my homeboys Bemo, Peanut, and Rich. Although all of us were friends, Bemo was my best friend at the time. We did it all together. We went to school dances, talked to hoes, and looked after each other’s family. If they got into trouble I was there to help, and if I got into trouble, they were there to help me.
By Torry Terry5 years ago in Criminal
The Diner
“I asked about an Auburn Speedster. Illinois plates, canary yellow. Couldn’t miss it if ya saw it. Ring a bell?” Uncle Jim tenaciously tongued the cavity in his molar from behind the counter, buying time as he ran through every way this situation could play out in his head. He reeked of bacon grease and sweat, his rolled sleeves exposing an armful of cooking burns.
By Drew Suppa5 years ago in Criminal
