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Check out White Wolf online at hrp:/fwww.white-wolfcom; alt games.whitewolf and rec.games.tp storyteller 1664 Liton Drive ‘lone Mountain, GA 30083 OM PRINTED IN THE U.S.A. ‘WORLDOP DARKNESS: MAFIATableofContents SouLoauy Inrropucrion: Tus THING OF Ours Carrer one: A DistincuisHep History Cxaprer Two: Mane MENIN A WorLD oF DARKNESS CHAPTERTHREE: CHARACTER CREATION CHAPTER FOUR: THE VEIL OF SECRETS AND Lies CHAPTERFIVE: STORYTELLING » a ad ‘TABLEOF CONTENTSSTC aT What a world ehis is, What a coneh, gedless garden of tsetse we Levin. Cristina, Cristina, yoncan't dia onme His tomy, There'd only be one of ws Left. Ets ts mnfate! fon were ireoer anything bat goed, but t's Lhe lige mas good le yon jus s¢ ou) know ho ara ashes taste 2 don't knaw tp yon can hear he. The Doctors, they told me a tath to you, that.afamiliarecice might bring yon ont of his this slecp that'ss0 clese to Death SoD m speaking te you now the fem you ake) me tothe Last tne we san each ther. remember ha irse words yon said Lo me tha day after se many years. Asif D contd forget them! on said, This is America Emits, Speake English to me Then you said, (Jus Don't expect me to say anything back. That was right before you called me a killer My brothers akaller, athieh ab avhoramaster. Chose were your exact nerds “The merdethad hurtame marae than when 5 got shot, worse than tha times D got stabbed. Ufo cnt ok my hear that ay. foment Ione and neocsknant fon neve#nadersteed hy D0 th things D had to 2 Did bald eo hasp my amilyatioeAnd the only thanks yon coer gave me was tocnt me appar, to ttt me that the one brother et had afin the earl ons Dead to yor, fon made me feel ke “Dy had tnoented conetey leet Like my sont had withered area “D7tL tall you where we al wontd e if D had Led thts fe fine. Dntha gromndwith/ama and Papa that'swhere! Jon, ine, Pietro, all Dead, all Long dea?! oof ta ptr a ny. fe hag wontde bean beter toe. Di hat what yon thenght? DI you think ‘hati we hadn't Lived, al che people rhe supfered, whe 21d of mand 2 yon think he Lies would hace been beter somehow? Or (Longer? Lie can't mork that may, Life i single, tigers har? ino mattan what yon 26: Why couldn't yon see that? LOhy couldn't Paiiiaethae? People whe Don't fight hard enough inchs lige Secome sepptng-Ttones for the ones whe Do, Peeple who neser gure ont which are the right frLandatohave dink ont of sgh Paapa never lemon hese sens. But Dike he wenl2n't and that shy D Loerhen D222, hat seas hard for mereasn being lanay fram Mama of PapassOr Platre, Dt was leacing you Gehind. Leasing yon mas lke tanolng me, Like ey body Let heme cand iy sud stayed there "AULD knaw or sve the night D ran anay mas if D stage, he only Ged that was ahead was us getting to Be together. D never tld anyone bore, but the firs decent night's sleep D can emanier was that night Dian tay, D hated tha hens. De was always ced, and the spiders! Spiders are the Deeil’s finger, D'm certain eh te Mestrishtsin that honse D’2 wake wp tivo 00 hve tts, sure that something had been crmvling on mel the Dark, Nights D managed to sleep cheongh, O nied taream ‘hat fat spider nas oping down toward my fac Tha rs night shontd have been tered. Dsleptin a arm D had maven sn jst becanse it had a solid 10eh, Not Like the nee had, The war hadn't ben ooer Long chen, s0 Lats of places vvvvvVvVvVvvvVVYV|Evvvyvyivivevy Vv WORLD OF DARKNESS:MAPTAmare Deserted. A Lo of the farmbenses were justiracks, though, 90 slept tn baons tke that ome while D headed south to find semeplace warmer than home, Dveonnd up in Sicilia because D made freidin Naples. A 4602 end he thonad ont tebe. a man named Lucania, An) he seas the right friend te make. He told me to gote Stily and ‘mention his name to a man there “He 2d the same forthe Americans. When the Attias Landed herein 43, the English andthe Canadians Wed by the thousands The Americans ook a different rente, though an) barely had to tire a shot. Thanks te Lucania, the Sicilians knew they were coming. When peopte sam thatthe Amerleans’ tanks had banners swith big" in gold, the landers knew these soldiers were just passing throngh om thelr may te hand Mussolini his ass. And that sade them very fendly, White th vest of Dtaty mas falling tn step with D1 Dace, the Staittans were telling him tego bite his wn ramp. He Ndn ike chat. He tied to wipe ont all these old Saandues hiding inthe hits ther, Ufou keno who won that battle Aucanta hone hire it wonld end, 20, 10 he wanted tobe folend oh the United States. A patriot. An ally. He anderson dhe Importance of friends, By being a good friend, he'laas able do” constnce th Americans tlt hint 0 of path aftr the mar a sed him heme: Te Naples, anyway. Close enough theme, And that's where D suet him, Hove D met Lucania, that was a thing in itself. Eecry— ts someone there? Nase? norybedy as hungry ales the war, Even se, lana child at the Noor at sunset held the hey to mest people's hearts back then Ths D teamed by accident, Dtoaccled by ay asked farmers or seater and get feed. Late one afternoon lt tuned cool 18 when sava farmhouse D mated up and asked D could narm nels ‘tn her barn. The comple whe ioe) hehe Looked ateath other. and for a moment D thenght 2 had made Then the smoman put he hands on my fee ad pulled me to her. Didn't realize she mas crying unitt her tears began to fall om my check At first thonghe that thet? roef mast Leak the way ours 219! They fed me. They gaveme dnacerceat thatweas too hig and 20 marm forthe season. D knaw D2 ntt¥ ton the rand, though. een then; D knew D canldn's stay with these people, They reminded me 0 much of Mamaand Papa, Not beanse they were ‘tad, but becanse they alse seamed beatin, Defeated. Someuhave se, Dene, wava place not made op los. D jase had to finde ‘The farmer and hsseife offered me a bed te sleep tn that 4 eur father often said to me, What frightens yon, boy? Atmays Drcontd ing A ghest, Papa, Ad he told me, Done fear ghosts, id, theg mean ns na har, Thay are merely last and need to be ‘ebyed atong thee way, Apes there, tn my path, stood bog — or the shape oa boy litte calber than D was. But he wasn't ald there. D cid ‘He hrongh hm te the trees a tha yoadide. ight before me stood phase. D thenght of Papa's words and D told to sep azenn? ‘Kim but again he Blocked my way, D fete a seream inside me bat 2 Dw cmant ta bring the farmer and is miferunnng. Decided Dihad to wath through this phantom, but heh D tid D became ven mere frightened! The ghost seemed angry then. He epened hts had toward sme, My rst chonght as that D should pay him erehat ood D> ‘alert the farmbense— but Dcontdn'timagine hatase ghost ‘2nld hae for money, which D eas withent, anyway. D tooked Down at my cupey hands then at tts angry snl betncen me and Havend And then D nen. Dleoksd 2own again, nota myhands but atthe ens of the coat that ales thet. The cot had team his when he Lined, D nas sare. D took off and lt ie fale Sehind mt Dmatched che hese the whol time, athe at felk on the gronnd, the Dead boy moved ou of my wy D tack fom steps straight ahd, but wlth each ane my fear heated inte something ‘lst: What 22 he néed a cont fer? Dt couldn't arms him, D figured. D twmed and sam he mas sting en the coat. Oran back and snatched itxp with one hand. then D ‘nomad again and ran $07 the road. D ald the cont up hgh tke 4 flag. Behind me, D heard a sound ihe nothing thse coon D ‘honght the Deal himself eas behind me anidif D stowed enn at ld or even tnrmed to (ook he would alton me whele! D dont remember when D stepped running, bat once D212 Dhadne wind nme at atl, D dropped my harden’ kneesinthe mide ofthe 100), D could barely see the farmhense inthe Distance, and thse ‘nase sign ofthe dead boy atall. Denthnom ho tong Datayed ere be hen D thought abont seeping, D knew Dreontdn tbe ding any that night. 50 3 walked 2 didn't rest antl almost daybreak, D semen thinking ‘ght before dann how comertable the flat yok infront of me ached. Than D nas fading asleep ontop of te Deamsthave been midday when Drckanp withan American slQLet sanding ver me. The stm thas behinds hed, 12D senlda't se hs face and D nas eld. The gan ane) ne to conat wlth hive D919 becanse Dryas sich of wathing, andD saw aight, D accepted because D 0n'twant te offend them. Before there was another American in a teach, D climbed tide tt sath they could entes their own bedveem, théigh, D was ont the window And headed back to the road. Adhere in the farmiey’s yard, Dearne) that our father 32 {met held allothe tenths tn the world. When D would anaken seaming fem fear of spider in the Dark but athamed lo nde them. D felt asleep again. And at nighifat, again the soldier smoke me up, ‘They had brought me te a depot fulted with children, Ot Looked tthe a prison to me, e8en though seme of the boys were playing ball inthe yard, Distayed there for exactly three days, three of the morse Days of my lige They moved me from place vvvvvyvvVVvVVYVYVYVVYW®fV¥VYWV®YW¥¥VYSYi¥hiéiéRéSé#Y PROLOGUESOLILOOUEco place, asked ib ynestions that made ne sense, tock amay my clothes, cooeted mi with white powder, washed me, gave me nen clothes, tack them back, vetuoned the old clothes... D hated ‘hat place And then they asked me where D was trying to ge and 21D nom tng family os alive “And 2 knew that ths was iy ticket. Thay thought D might be some kindof orphan! They showed me a map. D pointed ata pplaceonthe cenit sonch but not tor far south, D remember/Mama alaays saying how Southerners ate with their hands, chat chey sed forks for back scratches. That was how 2 chose Napet Naples was nothing ike D imagined 1 wonld be. There swcte Amertcans allover, Including at the camp fer “Meplaccd ‘persons hey prt me in, Theg made my pletareand peste itneat ‘tha gates, The idea was that while D waited my turn tebe taken in search of my amily, maybe they wontd come cha and see my face, D hese D would be as 010 as Pape before that happened My fae might there D escaped ‘They meven'e trying hard to heey the kids inside, afte al itth the Aweticans everywhere, thengh, the trick was in not gutting brought back. DYER wonld have te heep moving, D Jone dens tine to find sme money The next mining, D looked for someeme with more money han he meede2.D fond him stkingontsde at a cafe. As soon as Disam hin; 2 hn he was what Dhad been Looking er. He sat ‘here tn his cream-colored sntt Like he ons king, jst matching the smarld turn, The ay he Looked at everybody arcnnd him said, contd ap the wd rem tarning ip Danted to. Dele bad hat Dronld have to seal oo him, But 9 knew D contd ot D iontched hin from am alley acsess the street. He drank Affed ard smolad ciganets, but he never got np. The sun got ‘ghar, and he took offs suit coat, Hee 2riped it coer the back chanother hair, Fanally,hestoedup and nated insidethe caf “Thad was hin D cress the steak. Dmaeed between the tables ois and let my hp catch his coat which the man had Left bohm Deel and D grabbed i before could hitch gronnd. White D seas bent over, my coat hung open and hid my hands. Dscarched all fis pockets fast, ut there mas no money. © put his coat back as had bean and started wath avay. And ont of the corner my eye, D sam the man watching me from inside the caf He calted ont to me. Ki, he said, you looking for this He ‘hata np abank note that was worth more han all. che money D had coer seen pass thtengh Papa'shands, Droent te hi, ani he sad, That's what D thought He asked memgname. D told hin, anda told mete call him Mr Lucky, Haasked mel Droanteda job. Dsaid. fis. He pnt ‘e bank noteon he baran? wrote something ont. Than he folded np. He stack onthishand tothe man behind the bar, ad che man ‘WORLD OF DARKNESS MAFIA__A_A__A__A AA AAA A_A_A_A_A_A_4 a 4 4 4 1 handed hn another bank note. He held up anetein each hand and sad, Tha gery to Siety eaves n an hent, Be on it This wilt pay your way. He handed me the nnfel0ed bank note, andthe he fast sat here, D asked him what he as waiting for and he said, Das seating toseethyou'Dran anay nth he money. D gucssyonreally Do seant job. Then he said, When you get te Palerme, ash sangbedg where to find Don Diasint, He held onthe fel2ED note and satd, Guce Kim hts and tlt Rn Mo, cy ene yon And that washow Lucky Luctane answered mi prayer. Thanks thin, D mas able to send money home te heep yon ‘ard Mama and Papa and Dutee fed. Ali. 2 bet you never seondered how Papa kepe turning a profit onsngar bests while the pee felthroughche oor By he time Drs eightsen theyre areming bets om the moon! (fou contDn't glee thom away! Pap 2a’ cel yon, hough: Papa dn’ tll anybody, e:Zepe Diate He eto Pietro eveything, and sll enn brchen turned ont to be afoot. Preerecame te Silly once, and 2s you knew why? Le preach communism! What was he thinking? This was early tw the Fie, and the Siettans had been killing Communit! or ears by then! O hand fr another o the Don's Lentenants hat seme Northerner was asking about me atthe ecks. D tok some amen with me to see what was ging on, anid D found eur brother latking Mayaist trash te stenderes. D had the men with me ge mack Kin the month and bring hs ko me. Deer Rt hs head ‘en the gronnd and was on cold shan hay cared him in. When he smoke np, D said, Halle big brother, fon Looking for me? He arted to ery, so D had t ska hina, He sad he was glad tose sme aioe. D said, Ufon better be, bicanse th only Peason you've atin nv 1s Because D am, Because D'm a cote family man, Disaid. D asked hn tf he her what happened to Commanlats dn Sietly and he sald, No, what are you tathing abont? SiD shone) hin That night, D took hn te the hense of 4 man named Ale Guapdat. Giardint had Deserted from the Eehiepian mar in 41 and brough back a tele hatf-bree) baby sith him. Once he stepped being a Fascist he started getting deny with Kart Mare, bit he kepe to Kimsel. For a white ‘Tha he acelin fiers, Digan hey 2 bon Alde's sn was/a an baby, Te tl the truth, Enno looked like ‘ath he pape tn Selly to me 0D dnt blame cham for hat. Marxism, though... Angoay Meer Ado's friends arrived, we iched down thadoor We bat them bloody al f thom. Pietro begged os tostep, se Decked around for something tense on AD esides my ists. Onthe table masa bo of wanght iron filigree ike for fancy sais vlling D sad to Plate, Ufon asked me step, so, okay, Deon tht him with my hands anymore. Then D snatched np this place of on and beat ADD wlth Ul 1 broke Gout bother srezmed ard Babberd ihe woman. Ennte ait hase, but D figured somebody needed ¢o beta ane piece to bandage up the 102s, D bet they were never reer. We dragged thom ontside and st fire tothe hense. The tmportint hing, afterall, wast make Pietro understand how badly he could get burned. And that D conlan't protect him anymore. De wasn't smorth kling them or that Den tehink there meren people ln Stetly who neded killing, hough Aue he Spinets, Mama must have had che Spinatets tn ‘mind whenece? she alka about hse anful Sentherners ere, Don ‘Dessind sent me fh Giorgia Spinets to lam th bsiness,And Gorge put me to work helping his et sons harvest bid traps Mon nevet sve anything la this, Cristina! They nid to te wp ‘gnicklime and scat it om toe Limbs yp in the hills, Later, they? came back and dozens of birds montd be stuck to the limb. Some swontd be hanging Like font exhausted on Dend from trying to escape: And they 22 this Day after Day. D remember noticing one 2ay that here had been fever br2sinthe traps. Dasked Guancarl, Grates obese boy, what they world Do when Silly 14H ont of Sith Anda nghed at me. He said the shy was ful of birds, that Yow cenld naier catch them all een thengh D was tile Young, Dhnew Deas tathing toa feel,’The onby thing this world has in endtess supply, D knoe aw, ts foots andsocak pespte, Upon told me the Lastddme we spoke ‘hat D poisn children mith ngs. Children are accenntable hor thee actions, to, you know, Better to Lase the touly foolish ones afore cheyean become foolish adults and dlee cars. Or on guns ‘Ard yon couldn't make money off drugs inet fer weak people 1whd can't stand being trampled by people of srength After Giancarte laughed at me, D never spoke abont 602s again: But he remembered what D said, and when things got antes bad, he blamed me! They at 2d. Guorge beat them ngolarightidP torches nll Takonk hings afd of what might happen i Don Vizsint found ont. Glancasle and his brothers, chongh, they? pass it along, yon see. They only knee enangh to ean theie father. Albof them shenld hace been apyaid ohme. Dn the hills not far fim the Spinatis' hte was a cave swhere Gamcarte Liked ta meee the neighbor's Daughter for recre- ‘atton on Sandays. Denon ths becanse Dotlowadhim thene move han once. Dalnays mendered how anyone cond bese spl) as to (ge someplace that was sure co be ull oh snakes and worse. Pas, there wore rckslidés there all the time. One Sunday, D inter- ‘cepted he meighber gel and tad her Giancarte wanted to meat her 4m town instead, to bay her a cola. And off she went. Simple: Than D headed up inte the Nis and got abece the month of Gancarte's eave, Atong he came, and he disappeared inside. D ashe) a rock Down the slope and i picked up some friends on the seay. Al of adden, te s0as an anatanche, Dad to move fast, of Dionld have been part of th rock pile that buried Glancarte yvvvvvVvVyVYVVVVYVYYVV VY VY VY Vw PROLOGUESOLILOOUEThe neighbor giet never said a mor, as har as D know, becanse she Didn't want her father to know what she had been doing. Giorgio made a halfehearted efor to track Dvn hs missing sen, ‘but he seamed bo me more tnconventenced by the Lass of a pats of ‘ands than anyching else. Since D was the oldest after Glancarte, things changed a tthe once he ras gone. Pine and Cesare tried to Doublecteam me, nt withont Guancarto they woren’t np to the job. 2 know they mont) be son, though, 20 D began planning for that 2ay. 4 D had known then what D Learned tater, that Dow Dissint wanted O12 Atan Spinetté and his tle toadstool ant oh the ony, D— Ds someone there? Dea getting dark, Cristina, andy eyes arenctse good ne De sean atl kinds of shapes inthe shadoms Lately The city's lighting np Devon there. stth you tould see soith mes Everything was a test with men Uke Viesin, you hace te derstand, He manted to sce how much othe Splnetls D contd stemach and what D would 20 abont than, D diniehnon that at ‘the cme of course, By the time D tearmed the tenth, D had been theden's mest trnstedcntenant onthe istand fora tong time. By then, though, coeything abont Silly mademesad. Especially the Lack of birdiong, Naturally, ls went away withthe birds, And the Spinctes, on s0'D thonght atthe tame. Plas, cave were jankles cverychere. But the heroin nsss arn on to bey hey ta geting saroay, Dt eas around 1960, 9 think, and the big bsses sled epportunteg, Thoyvwantedtomake Patera the conduit for theit Deng trait, and they neeDED trnsted friends to ceersce Distetbution ontside Selly That's Kaw O got sent. to Besten, D wasn'ta bess, bok D Didn't have one tn tan, aither. D shared mutual respect with the ‘movers and shakers here. Ray Patriarca mas one, and s0 was Andrias Giooannt. Andreas lacks Uke Mephiste Kmselfe And ‘mich goed reason, toe. When thase two went after each other's family, D made ry clear that Droasnse allowed toplck ids. And eoerybedy was fine with that — espectally me — anti Cesare Spinctet showed np. D never gobo ask Cesare how he get ont of the hense the sight 2 see on fig Dad lacked fine and ts brcher tn ait bedroom and old Fergie was passed ont drank in is oon bedi He “had boon smoking, 10 te wasn thard to mate him look like the sontce othe te. The hardest parkioas setting myself en reco throm eff snaplcton, My back silt has the sears from that night. Kuck oe, 5 naves have to look at chem Ainoay, Cesare ateied in Beston as imported mnsce for he Patriarcas. The mamant D san hin, he sam me, and nothing seeded tobe sad. Hs tars wr an his face, and D watched thom non purple while he seared at mec Hard. D knew D went hase ‘WORLDOF DARKNESS MAFIA te hit hie Beira he ALLED me. And D knew D had te have clean hands whanit as dont; becanse Cesare by chen, masamade man, ast a8 D was, So Dientte Andreas, Ard Dade adeat. And he futfilled is end. And D sealed my own fate. The funny thing mas that all Andreas wanted tn return was lath: At fist, anyway, He insisted, hengh, that D neoer Leto fim, anda sworche wontd kor tp D coer 2D balioed him, to He asked ma abont the frst person D ever killa, and D ld him Hea asked me abont the firs woman Das ese with, and D tad hum thae, alse: One time, he asked me whether D had eer sen hest,andD ld hi the same story D fuse td you. He asked ame er proch, 10 D brought hm the coat. He seemed satisled by ‘hat and asked ip he contd keep it. Whe knows why? Like D said a's the Deott himself. D fron that no. ‘Thenight Andreas made good on hisend of eur bargain DU bovgee, ‘The restannant where D used comet Andreas had ish anks tale. Biggest ones in oven ontsde che Boston Agnarinn, One Manday, Andreas sald meat atone. D fnem the estan ‘rant would be closed, 40 Gee Cesare's number was ap 201s a Double-cress: Dade arrangements in case and headed ont, Andreas himself anncred the Door, and tk was jst in anid sme these. Than D save one of the agnartnns had a Black cootain tn front of ts Andreas seated asking me about Sewth America, ‘had-D ever been there, what 302 kore about rain forests and the animals that Lae tn thet. D mas nervous, xo nothing hereas saying made sense, What's going on, D sald. And he sald, Cesare ls gutting acglainted with my mow pets. He yanked aay the cenvtaingand there was Cesare inside tts aquarium No wate (ide jst soa game, ard Cesare and. And. Spiders. Cotstina, you neces sa such spiders Sieneratof them, Like tarantnlas, Bat big. Bigger than nd hand. Andreas was quict fon minute, then he stared at these ‘ings and said, Watch, hei polson only paratyaes him for a eee while. When he stares flailing aren they tt bite him again. Seon, ht have Lost enough bioed chat he won't move anymore:"Then he turned atennd and said, Where de you think gen’ve going? yD hadn't even veatizad at D had Been backing tomar the Door, D wanted ts Look aroay from these... monsters, bat D was caboatd to twon ng back to them. Than one of them moved, fast One mement ik mas in a corner atthe back of the agnartam,R® then tt nas on Cesane's leg. He was laying flat againseeht glass and Looking right ab me. And D cent't speaker wanted to scream, but nothing came ont. Next thing D knew, Andreas had sme by the back of the neck, with my face presed to glass. D nas looking right ab Cesare, watching hse Ye, Andreas said, This kstehat you wanted, ight? AU D contd think was that there was mothing but. place of glass betutin me and my worst nightmare, Hers than my worst nightmare Andreas told me that our Mat was changing, that D wont ave te perberm cata seoies from tine tine. And tha ip D 20m ike the neve dead, D contd juin Cesare tn the tank. 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That's ehat he ind Se Dshiwedhio that Oras. D stab Andveashronghthe heart ith a seitéhbtade Aad he ust Leeda the nif, No te he oat surptae, 0 ven hehe was hurt, Like he eas 1a2. Then he sid, D ted th Hirt. Please leave new, (Just like that, And D san, And D wontd hace kept running tf D hadn't found ont you are here atthe haspilal,.So here Diam Waiting bor Who's there? 2 can see you! Come ont! Desnt Dagon! Upon can't tlh nant the coat after alt hese Hears, can You D Yon'thave Ue. Andreas — Andreassen You hare BOW'he? Halt, Dhepe you can ly, Secanse that's the anty ay gon ll catch me you little bastard Co PROLOGUESOLILOONEarr are ere naa tern aaa tagging tpt a | q © A Ny WY Q (| : | Y a0 — La vvvyyvvvpvrvwyywesé#pei+y+:Y,i.-ViOYSOY ean voy oY 10" WORLDOPDARKNESS: MAFIA aaar back as I can r Henry Hill, G las Iv’samodern romantic notion, the popular consid ation of the Mafia gangster, especially Hollywood heyday. Clad in a tailored black suit, hand ir his pocket clutching hidden pistol, sharingdinner with pite of his Brooklyn accent and checkered past — it’s an icon that lives in our cultural memory. Japper Don Corleone of The Godfather to {ward G. Robinson's pinch-faced Joe Krozac, pop cul ture has given us indelible images of organized crime nthe idiom ofthe The truth of the matter, however, isthat our popu ar image isn't very close to the real world’s truth. Little f the glamour weascribe to gangsters has much validity in the modern Cosa Nostra. In the re world, the Mafia ime, desiccated from the insidelott acefully has crumbled o and refusing to age In the World of Darkness, however, the Mafia never really outgrew its heyday. Sure, it’s suffered inter nal problems, but those are the conflicts great stories are nember, I always wanted to be a gangster built from. Crime and Vampire have always gone hand in hand, mostly because they're both shadow societies that exist just below the surface of the mortal world. In asett nntly ing to have to sooner or later, they're ¢ take blood without asking. Leaving aside the question of whether this is theft, rape or some other crime, the factis thatit'sa crime, effectively lumping the Kindred in with other sundry 5 world in wh different from the willworker's. That's justin the imple mentation, however, as the practice is largely the same After all, both the gangster and the mage want to effect their wills on the world — whether by magic or brute force is a question best left for the moment. Other supernatural elements, too, overlap with the secrecy of the Mob, from wiseguy Glass Walker werewolves to the ghosts of hit victims and even rarer things. mbags. It’s the same shadow- fh mages exist, only the mafigso's Way is vvvvvrvyrvvygwvpg¢wyvi_vi_,_iYS VOY INTRODUCTION: THISTHINGOF OURSOrganized crime, it must be noted, rises to the top of the criminal hierarchy. These aren’t petty stick-up men, deranged murderers or common street pushers. Even when they are such base creeps, their connection 10 thé greater network gives them a greater value to a story. Mafia culture as a good mirror for supernatural culture: It's made up of individuals, but those individu- als contribute something to a greater ideal. Whether they're refined dons adored by the public John Gotti was beloved by his neighborhood, and he threw vast block parties) or murderous fiends in the organization's employ (did even Albert Anastasia’s own mother love him?), they're almost part of a pantheon, players in a secret drama that plays out nightly. Just like the more- than-mortal denizens of the World of Darkness. Again, World of Darkness: Mafia presents a very romanticized version of the Mafia, and it does so with abandon. In the real world, the Mafia’ all but in the shitter. The families have fractured and decayed, and the omerta code of honor it once held hasn't changed with the times. The Sicilian Mob is no longer as relevantas the triadsnd tongs, and the Russian Mob is ‘more brutal tonighti But we don't care about that and ‘won't mention it much — we're going to assume that the Mafia heyday'that ended around 1971 never really drew toa close, We play more to the icon and the myth in this book than to facts, and so should you in your stories. In doing research, this book's writers have come up with some pretty sad details. You'll see Vincent the Chin staggering around the neighborhood in his bath- robe, pretending to be insane. You'll see nepotism a its worstywith John Gorti, Jr. being handed the reins of the ‘most visible crime family in the world. To hell with all this. This book accepts them as fact but also sweeps their gravity under the rug. For the sake of the story, they still happened, but they're footnotes in the con? tinuing legacy of Carlo Gambino, Joe Masseria, Bugsy Siegel, Lucky Luciano, Sam Giancana and all the rest. Ie’ still an era of Frank Sinatra songs, Marlon Brando imagery, Mario Puzo bombast and governors shaking hands with dons. Omerta still exists; i's not a bufich of cowboys ripping each other off, stupid and criminal only because they don’t know anything else: Yes, it’s unrealistic, but it’s an icon Although it may be fun tostorytell an on-the-ropes Mafia chronicle, it's not so fun to doom the effort withthe fact that ther organization is no longer relevant/Play to the arche- types; play co the myth. Note the ttle of the bookgas well. Our focus here is unrepentantly on the Maffa. You'll find mentioned other avenues of organidéd crime, sufé, but only in the ‘WORLDOPDARKNESS:MAFIA context of the Sicilian Mob. We don’t minimize the effect of those other cultures’ criminal contributions, but we admittedly focus (and, where necessary embel- lish) upon the Italian incarnation. Theme and Mood As part of our Year of the Damned, this book's focus is on compromise. When you join the Mob, you make yourself and your family comfortable, but it’s at the expense of breaking the rules. You take what you want, but in doingso, you've placed yourself outside the system. It’s the Devil’s deal in a different context — whereas a witch might make a pact with the Devil for power, the mobster makes a deal with the criminal/ mortal underworld for his. Look at Tony Soprano from The Sopranos or Henty Hill from Goodfellas. These are guys who put their family first and that’s what got them involved in the Mob in the first place. It’s also their undoing — their damnation — hecause the Mob de- mands more of them than they're able to provide safely and still Look out for what put them there initially. Consider the morality of it all: How far is too far? At what price do success, power, wealth and comfort come toa gangster? Obviously, this will vary by the character in question, but, hey, that’s why Humanity and Paths of Enlightenment are scales of 10 and not binary condi- tions. Morality is forever gray in the World of Darkness. For mood, keep the players on their toes, but it should be more suspenseful than horrific. As always, in the World of Darkness, we shouldn't trust anyone, but this time, its not because they want to drink our blood (necessarily, though the Kindred are present...). It's because we stand in the path to their success. Many of the story elements ill remain the same, butit’sthe type of story we're telling that's different. Ir's all tied to the ‘World of Darkness, but it’s important to know that we can use the horror setting to focus on other genres, How to Use This Book Asa reference volume for both players and Story- tellers, World of Darkness: Mafia works as an idea crucible, bothaféir characters as well asplots. We've gone out of@ur way not to include any earth-quaking supefplots in the interestsofleaving the introduction of Organized crime to the Storyteller. That is to say, we ‘haven't installed our own crime bosses in certain cities as we would a sept of Garou or chantry of mages. We've done ourreal-world act-checkingandused those names where appropriate, but that's just one more step you don’t have to do in the name of historical accuracy. Who loves ya, baby?A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_ A 4 A A Chapter One isa concise look at the history of “this thing of ours," from its suspected Old World origins to the modern nights. It's an account largely free from supernatural influence, but as always in the World of Darkness, whether that’s accurate or simply the hall- mark of supernatural forces very skilled at hiding themselves is a question for your troupe to explore. The modus operandi of the Mafia is the subject of Chapter Two, explainingnot only the mundane opera- tions of La Cosa Nostra but also the unique nature ofits relationship with the supernatural. Character creation and Trait considerations con- stitute Chapter Three. This section includes an abbreviated guideline for creating mortal characters as well as suggestions for using existing Traits outsidé the context of vampires, werewolves and the sundry other night-fiends of the world. ‘Chapter Four examines the presence of the Mafia ‘on a geographical basis, with emphasis on North America. The organization's hold isnot as global as one might think, and with particularattention to the World of Darkness, the Mob is most active in specific places. Storytelling advice rounds out the book in Chapter Five, with special focus on adapting the Mafia genre to the horror setting (as discussed above). Broadly useful, this chapter should give direction to any Storyteller, whether she’s building an organized crime chronicle from the ground up or introducing the Mobas anally or rival into an existing chronicle INTRODUCTION: THISTHINGOF OURS at athPTT a YY ld apter One: A Distinguished History Sicilian thing that's bee There would be no way, Michael, no way you could ever forgive me. Not with this going on for two thousand years! Kay Corleone, The Godfather: Part I Anyway, continuing from my last letter, I'm still looking into it. Call it what you want — La Cosa Nostra, the Mafia, the Mob, the Syndicate — it’s diverse and it goes back a long time, probably centuries. Since the noble, decent lawmen of America insisted that it didn’t exist for quite a long time, and since I'm not exactly a historian, it’s difficult to do anything but offer conjecture on the origins of the Mafia. But conjecture I will Incidentally, I received your last letter, and I'm choosing to ignore your request. I know that he’s nearby, and I don’t disagree that he might well deserve the Good Death. That's nor the issue. It's your responsibility, and I’m not a damned hitman. OK?Now, with that unpleasantness out of the way, ler’s talk Sicily OurThing The term “Mafia” didn’t come to refer to d crime until the 20th century. As to its origins, I've heard a few explanations. One is that the word dates from a French invasion of Italy in 1282. Supposedly, “Mafia” isan acronym for “morte alla Francia Italia anela” — “death to the French is Italy’sery.” Another, also referring tothat invasion, isabit more romantic. [tholds that a French soldier raped a Palermo girl on her wedding day, and that the citizens rose up and murdered a French troop. The fever spread, with the revolt’s battle cry stemming from the poor girl's mother running through streets shouting “ma fia” or “my daughter.” I'mnotsure I buy that one, but mobster Joe Bonanno espouses it in his autobiography rvvvVVYVVVVVVWVY Viv V Vqgyourey, V (CHAPTER ONE: A DISTINGUISHED HISTORY 7 5An explanationithat makes a bit more sense is that “Mafia” comes from an Arabic word meaning “refuge.” Centuries ago, Sicilian peagants, under oppressive occupation by Atabs, took refuge in the hillsand with each other. They came to realizethat reporting difficulties between themto the authorities was a bad idea. Disputes between Sicilians should remain between Sicilians, and a kind of “underground justice” emerged. THis was the beginning of omerta, the vow of silence on pain of deathithat members of the Mafia would swear (and break) inlater years. In away, you could see itas an attempt at aiself-ruling body; the Sicilian people governed themselves without involving the actual government. A kind of un-civil disobedience, right? But Sicily was a prime target for invaders. Normans, Arabs, Spanish, Germans, Greeks — for whatever reasons, all ofthem visited the island. ‘And each time, the need for unification emerged. Eventually, that need crystallized in the form of a secret society, organized much like a family, with a “don® in charge of the society in each village, and the “don of all dons,” or what later generations would callicapo di tutti capi or “boss of all bosses,” in Palermo: The problem, of course, with making any kind of speculation about a secret society is that, if said society is atall sticcessful, you run into secrets. It’s therefore difficult to trace the Mafia from its beginnings as a kind of anti-establishment force to the wealthy and shadowy organization it became. However, a few key points in its development are common knowledge. In the 1700s, “Black Hand notes” appeared. Most of usare familiar with the notion of protection, though I personally despise the euphemism. Some representative of the Mob handed a wealthy citizen anote with a polite request for a sum of money, lest the citizen find himself the victim of beatings, robbery, bombings, etc. A mugging with formal dressing — and that kind of farce, thugs under a mask of respectability, continued on even into modern times. But I digress. When the Mob was still handing out Black Hand notes, at least they were being surreptitious. In 1876, centuries after Sicilian peasants had need of the organization for refuge, Don Raffaele Palizzolo maneuvered his way into political office by literally forcing voters — at gunpoint — to vote for him. Once in office, he arranged for his associate and partner in crime, 0 to speak, Don Crispi, to be elected Prime Minister. Sicily, partially under control by organized crime for years, was now officially in the Mob's pocket. Pve looked into that election fairly thoroughly, or at least as thoroughly as the scant official records of it will allow. I've seen no evidence of supernatural activity, though I grant that both our forebears and Guild (now ironically titled the Syndicaté)jcould have taken a hand in ways that would never be detected. However, as you know, ve held up the Mafia as an example of the skill and organization that even Sleepers (to use your rather condescending term) are capable of for sometime now. [believe that, ifanything, vampires might have been attaching themselves like ticks to the new establishment, but evidence suggests that the undead are present in that role no matter what mortal government does. The Mafia is and always has been run by mortal human beings. I believe this is because its beginnings were too rural to be of interest to most of the forces that would later take an interest, and by the time it grew rich and powerful enough to attract our attention or that of the vampires or the Order of Reason, it was too diverse to suborn completely. Of course, I could be wrong. Pethaps even now the headsof the Five Families take their orders from some obscene undead horror. But I rather doubs it Read on — and do try not to see supernatural machinations at every turn, okay? The Mafia in the New World Asallifelong American, I can only imagine the novelty and promise that the USA must have offered to a poor Italian or Irish immigrant in the late 1800s and early part of che 20th century. Religious freedom, a voice in the government, and the chance to make some money and have some comfort — the same chance as anyone else to doso, in fact — was a beautiful notion to the poor of Europe and other locales. But we all know that wasn't (and isn’t) the case. ‘The system was human, run by people, and therefore suffered all too human biases. Those who were comfortable and in power had no real desire to let anyone else in —afterall, if everyone is equally rich, everyone is equally poor! So the throngs of people who came to America, who believed the “Give me = 16 WORLDOPDARKNESS:MAFIA VV WW OW Wee eeaA_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A_A__A__A___A_4_ A a_i) trabbsld your tired, your poor...” routine were commonly greeted only with more poverty and the prospect of living in ghettoes. The old despaired but the young adapted. They saw how the country was really run — by those with the strength and the will to bargain for or just take what they wanted. And they emulated the powerful, in a way. Gangs appeared in every major city in America. These gangs were more akin to the u “gangstaz” of today than to the Mafia; they would attack and beat people on the street, rob them, and generally vent their aggression however they chose. ‘And, like the aforementioned modern hoods, they did it largely out of a desire to belong. Their parents were immigrants, out of touch with the country they lived in. But the young toughs knew how things were, and if they couldn’t get a real glimpse of the American Dream, well, damn it, they'd raise Hell ‘An important point here, by the way: These gangs were restricted. Irish joined Irish gangs, Jews joined Jewish gangs. Not for several decades would organized crime stop arranging itself strictly along these lines. As more immigrantsffom Italy and especially Sicily arrived, it was nly natural that members of the Mafia wouldfas well, perhaps on ‘the run, or perhaps, like their more respectable countrymen, they were looking for new opportunities. They found them. Black Hand notes circulated in any predominantly Italian neighborhood, and most large cities had one. The victims assumed (possibly correctly) that the police either would not or could not protect them, just like in Sicily, so they paid. It wasn’t only poor shopkeepers, either — the famous tenor Enrico Caruso paid the Mafia for “protection” aswell. Both the Mafia and its victims viewed this extortion as a Sicilian affair, which meant that they were usually too frightened or stubborn to talk to the police even when reputable people around them were murdered for delinquent protection payments. Black Hand extortion wasn’t really all that profitable, though, and the first and principle sin of the Mafia has always been greed. Therefore, while such figures as Ignazio Saietta (“Lupo the Well” to his friends and intimates) were passing out vVvvvvVVVVWVVViVOV OV OV Vqgyourey, v CHAPTERONE ADISTINGUISHEDHISTORY © ITthreatening notes, the real movers and shakers were taking over legitimate Italian businesses — olives, wine grapes, andiso forth — as well as running illegal lotteries and prostitution. Men like Joe Masseria and Salvatore Maranzano woulld be important mafiosi for decades. They lent money to the poor, but stacked the interest andipayments so that the borrower was forever in thé Mafia’s debr. They would arrange for a supplicant’s family to have passage to America (legally or othe#wise), but then’someone, be it the newly arrived relative or whoever asked for the favor, would owe the Mafia his life. However, the Mob stayed in the Italian community for the most part, which meant that only Italians were commonly victimized. That changed notably in 1890 in New Orleans with the murder of police chief David Hennessy. ‘The Mafia Surfaces... Briefly Hennessy discovered that the Mississippi River docks were caught in a sort of turf war between two opposing families, the Matrangas and the Provenzanos. As the bodies mounted, Hennessy pushed his force to get some leads on this “Mafia,” but they seemed unable. The Mafia, for its part, attempted bribery and then threats to convince Hennessy to back off. When that didn’t work, they killed him. Public response to the murder was quick, and a grand jury concluded that the Mafia did indeed exist. Several mafiosi went on trial and were promptly acquitted, thanks to judicious bribery of the jury. The citizenry was outraged, and they bashed in the doors to the jail, dragged the defendants (awaiting release) out into the streets, and hanged them from lampposts. Justice is served? A note here, just to keep you interested (since I know you'd think of this anyway): Who killed Hennessy? No one is really sure. No one was ever arrested for his murder specifically, and neither the Matranga family nor the Provenzano family claimed credit for the hit, not thar it would have been smart to do so. So the question must be raised: When something ishappening that youdon’t understand, who benefits? Who had money to lose when the Mob was skimming cargo off of ships? Who had the most to gain by seeing the warend with neither side victorious? Who would becallous enough toarrange a hit of a dutiful, driven police chief, knowing the Public outery would result in the two families being scattered? And finally, who knew the city well ‘WORLD OP DARKNESS MAFIA AA A_A_A_A_s_A_A__A_s_A_4_ A A cnough to know how to arrange it? My guess would be someone who'd been in New Orleans for many years before the Matranga-Provenzano war, and remains there to this day. ‘At any rate, the Mafia in New Orleans went underground (even more than usual) for years until the lynch-mob fever subsided. It took some time, but it happened, ‘The Evolution ofthe New York Mobster One of New York's largest gangs was the Eastmans, led by one Monk Eastman, a hulking brute of a man in the employ of the city’s political machine. He and his thugs were very much forhire, and would beat, maim or kill any target their employers named. His primary job was making sure that elections went the way they were supposed to. That i, his employers were elected and re-elected. In return, in addition to money, Eastman received immunity. Although arrested too many times to recount, healwayswalked—hisfriendsin Tammany Hall saw to that. Eventually, Eastman’s turf bumped up against that of Paul Kelly (born Paolo Vaccarelli). Kelly, though assuredly a gangster, wasa different kind of man than Eastman — well-educated, soft-spoken, and smart. Eastman and Kelly's gangs went to war, culminating in the so-called Battle of Rivington Street. More than 100 gangsters spent the night shooting at each other. Policemen who tried to intervene found themselves shot at by both sides. The morning saw at least three men dead and several more badly injured. This all would have been bad enough, but Tammany Hall had been denying the existence of organized crime (meanwhile, using it for their own ends — or wasit using them?). The bigwigs sued for peace between the mobsters, which lasted a while, only to erupt again. They tried settling it in typical schoolyard fashion — Eastman and Kelly, mano a ‘mano, in the ring. I'm not joking, either. What's really amusing is that the fight was inconclusive. ‘They pounded on each other for a while, and then both collapsed. No clear winner, so the war continued, at least for while. Then Eastman managed to get himself arrested again and the leaders of Tammany Hall, no fools let him take his medicine. He eventually got out, but by that time he was powerless. Poor guy died in a gutter the day after Christmas, 1920. Shot todeath, asit happened.As AAA __A__A__A__4__4__4__A_A_A__A_4_ 4 A The point of all this was that the leaders of the city — the official ones, notthe crime bosses=-had recognized that a thug beating up people of the streets wasn't the way to go. They threw in with, Kelly and mobsters of his ilk: smart, willing to compromise, and subtle (more so than Eastman, anyway). Above all, the new breed of mobster had tobe willing and able to work within the law as well as outside of it. Recall, by the way, that the Sicilian Mob had been doing just that for years The Windy Glty New York may have been corrupt, but Chicago was downright rotten. Before Al Capone came Johnny Torrio. Torri was from New York, but he moved out west to Chicago at the request of a cousin to help take pressure off of her husband. Her husband, Big Jim Colosimo, ran whorehouses all over the city (Torrio’s cousin was the madam) and the pressure was coming in the form of Black Hand notes. Torrio arrived in Chicago in 1909, found out who was troubling his family and killed them. Torrio received control ofa minor whorehouse forhis rouble, butever the businessman, he gussied itup into a major attraction. Within a few years, he was running most of Colosimo’s businesses. White slavery was in its prime. Young girls would be lured ut from their homes on farms and promised the chance to make some money, and then forced to turn tricks. The sheer amount of money that prostitution pulled in during this time was frankly staggering, especially when compared with the amounts the girls were actually charging versushow many women were “working.” To give some point of reference, estimates place the annual take at around $30 million, whereas the number of tricks turned is guessed at something like 27 million. That means just over a dollar per trick. Pretty sad. Even sadder when you realize how much of that dollar the whores were actually getting — less than half. Aninteresting side note for you: Torrioevidently did a brisk business in “keepers.” Supposedly, these were hookers that Torrio never expected to see again. He'd tell the girls they were to make a special house call, that they'd get paid top dollar for it, but that they were to keep their mouths shut about it because the client was “an important fellow.” And by dawn, Torrio would be as much as a thousand dollarsricher and noone wouldeversee the hapless prostitute again, Sowho bought these “keepers?” Anyone's guess, really. Leeches needing blood, possibly, or even Nephandi needing sacrificial’ victims are both possibilities. I'm fairly sure that Torrio never really knew (or thoughtabout) where the “keepers” went. He was.a monster, but a human one, and most of us humans don’t want to know about things like that. How do you think they continue? Prohibition Prostitution was and remained a good money maker, but new laws in 1910 made it tougher on the white slavers. While Torrio never abandoned the business, there was better one on the way: selling booze. Various anti-alcohol groups in the country had been attacking theevilsof strongdrink, blaming booze for all the country’s woes — typical, isn’t it? Wehavetohaveascapegoat. Anyway, the Volstead Act went into effect at midnight, January 16, 1920. The law had actually been passed the year before, so everyone knew that America was going dry on that date, including the Mafia. They also knew that between medicinal and religious alcohol, easily smuggled Canadian booze, and thehomemade stuff that citizens had been making for years, there was enough drink to go around. All the Mob had to do was sell and distribute it icago’s New King, Torrio had Big Jim Colosimo murdered in May of 1920. About ayear earlier, he'dagreed togivesanctuary woayoungkilleron the lamnamed AlphonseCapone, with whom he had mutual acquaintances in New York (one of the men who asked Torrio to help Capone wasFrankie Yale,theman whokilled Colosimo for Torrio). Capone started out as a bouncer but was capableandambitiousand quickly rose to prominence in Torrio’s gang. Capone was Torrio's opposite in many ways. Torrio, ahead of his time, forged a peace between the warring gangs of Chicago (including the O'Donnell gang, the O’Banion gang, and the Terrible Gennas), convincing them that violent ccrime was not nearly as profitable as bootlegging and gambling. He despised unnecessary violence and preferred to use bribes and subtle tricks to get his way. When Chicago electeda reformer mayorin 1923 andsuddenly the police began raiding Torrio's interests, he moved operationsto the smaller city of Cicero. The local police resisted, but the citizens of (CHAPTER OE: DISTINGUISHED HISTORYA_A_A_A_A_A_A__4__A__A_4_A_ A 4 A th Cicero enjoyed slotimachines, so rather than fight the police, Torrio called in favorssfrom the county sheriff and had all of the'slots impourided. When the Cicero officials agreed tet him set up shop in their town, he returned them Torrio, secure in his power, left for Italy (he would make this trip several more timesin his life) and Al Capone took charge. The streets of Chicago, never truly safe even with the peace that Torrio arranged, became deadly once again. Torcio may have disapproved of violence, but Capone was a different story. “Moderation” was not really imhis vocabulary; he believed in using as much brutality as necessary to achieve his ends. Torrio recognized this; back from Italy in 1924, he asked Capone to “fix” the mayoral election in Cicero so that the cooperative party would stay in power. Capone did — his methods involved assaulting and intimidating voters, opening the ballot boxes to dispose of votes for the opposition, and making examples of people who wouldn’t cooperate. The evening of election day turned into a series of shootouts between the police and Capone's gang, which left his brother Frank among the slain. The bullets certainly didn’t stop flying there; the peace that Torrio had masterminded unraveledas each of Chicago's gangsstarted eyeing the others’ enterprises On May 19th, 1924, Torrio, Dion O'Banion and Hymie Weiss (one of O'Banion’s men) met to make a shipment fiom one of Torrio’s breweries. O’Banion had decided that he was leaving the city — the war was just getting too dangerous. As it happened, he'd tippedoffthe police totheshipment, which meant that all three of them were arrested, but thar O’Banion (a first-time offender of the Prohibition laws) would receive only afine, not jail time. Torrio, however, would not get off so easily — but as it happened, neither did O'Banion. Torrio arranged for his punishment: He was gunned down in the flower shop he ran. Torriowassentencedtonine months, butnearly served the same sentence as O’Banion. Before his term began, members of the O’Banion Mob ambushed and shot him. Torrio survived, and once his hospital term ended his prison term began. When that term ended, he officially gave control of Chicago's interests to Capone and left, once again, for Sicily Capone immediately went to war with Chicago's other gangs. Much of the work had already been done for him, as Weiss, now controlling the O’Banion gang, had virtually wiped out theGennas. Capone offered a truce; Weiss demanded that Capone tum overthemen whohadkilled O’Banion. Capone, naturally, refused, and the battlescontinued fora time. Weiss survived several attempts on his life, But fate caught up with him, and he, too, was slain, ndtfar from the flower shop where his friend Dion O'’Banion died. Thewarscontinued, but Capone wasinvariably the winner. There really wasn’t any serious threat tohistule overChicago—with William Thompson as mayor (whose position on Prohibition was that he wished to reopen the old saloons “and open 10,000 more”) as his pawn and ally, Scarface Al wallowed in luxury and publicity. Everywhere he went, he was treated as a celebrity, and he loved talking othe press (thisisone of the very few things that the 1987 film The Untouchables bothered to show correctly). He owned scores of businesses, legitimate and otherwise, and money flowed in from all angles. Not officially, of course, but he controlled them by dominating the unions. Almost any business would fold under a prolonged strike, and Al could signal one in any of a hundred unions simply by making a call. The money that Capone was making off of these rackets was staggering — and of course, the companies raised their costs to compensate. Estimates indicate that by 1930, mob influence costevery person in Chicago$45 annually. Amazingasitmightseem,Capone’sorganisation wasn’t making the money it could. George “Bugs” Moran, one of O’Banion’s lieutenants and leader of the gang after Hymie Weiss’ death, seemed determined to muscle in on Capone's rackets. He hijacked trucks, burned down one of Capone’sdog- racing tracks (such racing, at the time, was illegal) and assassinated Capone's men (but never got to Capone himself, obviously). Capone responded by leaving the state. He was in Florida on Valentine's Day, 1929, when six of Moran's men and one innocent victim (just a groupie who liked to hang out with gangsters) were lined up against a wall and slaughtered. Moran, had he been on time that morning, would have been with them — but he arrived afew minutes late, saw what he thought was a police car, and left. (Seven years later, on the anniversary of the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, = no VV GVO VV OV OY VV TV VOY CV OV CV CW VV HY ot WORLD OF DARKNESS: MAFIA