Post by Tiger Lily Marcuccilli on May 2, 2007 2:12:42 GMT 7
“Old habits die hard. Prejudices never fail. And respect is hard to come by. Unless you’re a leader, a boss, the one they answer to.”
And bosses they were: Glasgow, Calabrino, and Bronnikov. Each serving their respective, Irish, Italian and Russian counterparts. As America was brought its first share of immigrants, these three men arrived amongst the first. They settled themselves into the easy going life in Chicago, Illinois, a thundering city, ripe for the picking. And yet, who should have ruling vice? Suffice to say each man was willing to go the mile for it. Countless battles ensued, pinning the three empires against each other in a deadly war for control of the city.
However, the lives of crime bosses are short-lived. While their bodies no longer walked the streets they’d fought so hard to own, their greed and hatred continued. Though their gangs have broken into various sectors, their ideas and traditions still live. Several of the old school mobsters remain, teaching the law of the land to the young gangs. Punks, some say. Fighters for their race, they think.
Cops do their job. Though it seems to be a lost cause. Rats are numerous in Chicago police stations, and politics. The Irish, Italians, and Russians have their hands wrapped around politician’s necks, most being descendents from the first gangs of Chicago. Good old fashioned pubs are a defining icon of Chicago’s rich past, and also its bloodiest, often the setting for gang meetings.
The city mayor and aldermen believe that the mob has left their city and all that remains are shabby gangs, attempting to relive the past. Perhaps ignorance is bliss for them.
Once you step into the dark streets of this city, its damn clear who runs these ‘shabby’ gangs. The mobs. Sicilian. Russian. Irish. All alive. All influential. All deadly.
Welcome to Chicago Mother Fuckers . . . Welcome, to the Belle Mafia.