>dad was huge bookie
>brings in around a half million a year
>owned two nightclubs
>great uncle is legit capo in Detroit mafia
>Great grandpa was Don of the mafia in Sault She Marie Canada in the 20s and 30s
>my dad is only half Italian though
>therefore could never become a "made man"
>mom and I help Dad clean the nightclubs early in the morning before they open
>sitting there eating, playing Pokemon Red
>FBI busts in with search warrant while my mother and I are there early one morning cleaning
>dad told Mom to hide his gambling football cards
>mom is kinda ditzy
>ex miss Michigan in the 80s
>doesn't do it
>just throws them in trash
>FBI finds the cards
>starts literally tearing the place apart
>they find his gambling briefcase in the ceiling
>gets charged with felonies
>uncle hooks him up with the lawyer that protected the mafioso's that killed Hoffa
>dad's life goes down hill becomes broke
>loses both nightclubs
>never is able to pay lawyer, but does beat charges
>dad is at golf outing a year later
>dad gets his kneecap shattered
>says he flipped his golf cart and the roof came in and broke his knee
>okay.jpg
>karma for all the knees he's broken
Dad was huge bookie
I have more crazy Mafia Dad stories, if there's interest I'll tell more
Give us more, also where is Jimmy Hoffa buried
Get with the stories naow missa!
Do it it's better than the sopranos.
>be me
>be 8
>mom is up north at spa
>dad asks if I want Tbell
>yes I do
>tells me we have to "meet" someone there
>dad would take me with him to collect money all the time
>we get to Tbell
>guy doesn't have the money
>dad jumps out of Ford Excursion like lion
>my dad is a 300 pound 6'3" man
>tackles man to ground
>grabs him by the hair and repeatedly slams mans head off the concrete
>dad looks literally insane
>blood everywhere and all over his face
>I think he killed him
>we fly out of taco bell and end up going to McDonald's instead
>we never speak about this again until I was 18
>cry myself to sleep that night
>always am kind of scared of my father after this incident
>be me
>be a fresh 18 yo
>find out my aunt was beaten by her crack head of
>dad and uncle's have a "party" at my house
>really was a meeting
>they do coke and binge drink for a few hours
>ask my cousin and I for a ride to "the store"
>we know what's up
>sure.png
>see Dad has snub nose tucked in pants
>one uncle has billy club
>we all get in the car to go to the store
>uncle tells me to stop somewhere else
>it's woman beaters house
>all four of them get out of the car
>knock on door
>hide on both sides of door
>as soon as woman beater answers they pop out and start pounding him
>uncle's smashing him in the face with bats
>dad pulls out pistol and literally executes the man
>get in car and fly back home
>dad explains to me that night what he really does, and what the "family" is about
He is underneath a freeway in Metro Detroit. Find out what one was being built around that time, and there's your answer.
Also he was cremated beforehand, so he will never be found.
>be mom
>1984
>mom is stood up by dad
>sitting at kitchen table with GMA
>it's almost midnight
>she hears "user mom!” pssstt
>dad shows up covered in blood
>dad killed man that owed him money, that's why he stood mom up
>mom still dates him despite warnings
I have a had a bad background also.
>My mom worked for the state of Ohio for 15 years.
>She got tired of working all the time.
>Faked a back injury while moving boxes at her work.
>My dad was a lawyer and he got her workers comp for the rest of her non-working life through a half ass doctor.
>She is dead now and so is my dad.
Fucking criminals.
Interstate 275
GMA=Grocery Manufacturers Association????
lying loser fag
Grandma
I can't say, but that isn't right.
Sucks having criminals for parents...my dad never allowed me to be part of the family...except a few errands here and there, probably because I'm only a quarter dago
This isn't an artistic work of fiction, but if you want to look at it that way be my guest finocchio
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>2014
>at uncle's funeral
>show up, get patted down walking in by two total wops
>man walks up and starts touching dead uncle's face in the casket
>wops tackle and beat face touchers ass
>start screaming in italian
>before I know it everyone is screaming
>fuckingamericans.jpg
>go drink with family later
>everyone playing morra
>aunt gets pissed over the game
>starts screaming in italian drunk
>uncle grabs her and covers her mouth violently
>place erupts
>non Italian uncle tries standing up for aunt
>gets laid out by dad
>party ends
>gotta love the family
Why was he touching your uncle's face kek?
He was smacking him, and I'm not totally sure why. He probably did something that harmed him or his family I would guess.
>kids try robbing me of my PC and Xbox 360 as a teen
>dad comes home to 360 sitting in snow bank outside my house
>kids kept me busy, and threw Xbox out of bathroom when I wasn't looking
>I'm about to square up to one kid as dad pulls up
>dad pummels kid
>kids all book at first opportunity
>they call police on dad
>police come
>they know dad and don't care because kid was shit head
>same kids break in while we were on vacation and steal a bunch of electronics
>ring leader kid lives down the street in apartment
>dad finds out where they live
>tells me "Guido" is going to take care of them
>see in newspaper ring leader was found dead after man shot over 100 rounds from an assault rifle through their door
>karma kiddies
Sucks to be them
>dad and I drinking at bar
>some nogs come in
>everything is fine for an hour or two
>nogs start messing with helpless old man minding his own at the bar
>flip old man's hat off and take it
>won't give it back
>dad walks up and politely tells them to give it back
>start trying to mess with Dad
>Dad grabs main shit talkng nog by fro and slams his head off the floor
>As dad's on ground another nog grabs my dad's hair
>I jump in and starting beating the shit out of one
>last not squares off with Dad
>dad pummels the shit out of him
>three fucked up nogs laying bloody in middle of bar floor
>bartender calls the popo
>dad and I take off
>best day of my life
Post more stories user I’m loving this shit
>man tries skipping out on bar tab at my dad's nightclub
>dad himself tackles man as he is trying to run out
>him and the bouncer my "cousin" take him into the office at around 2 am
>sitting there waiting after reconciling my drawer (I was bartending) until 3 am
>never see man again
>dad and cousin wearing brand new clothes
>dad takes drawer and tells me to delete the video backup on the security system and replace it with another days video
>I'm the computer guy so I said sure
>blood on floor of office and bleach stains
>new carpet put in the next day
>never question dad
>Iknowwhathappened.jpg
lol my question is did he ever take care of you financially? someone in that position has tons of money flowing through him, through his 'business' did he set some aside for you, or leave you out in the cold?
>Damn this is Sup Forums I'll never see this answer, I have to leave work now.
Thanks for the thread OP.
>1980something
>Superbowl
>100 thousand dollar bet made by Arabs for one team to win
>said team is up by 21 at half
>start cracking jokes at the bar they were at
>bar owner is good friends of dad's
>calls dad and tells them they're already planning their trips to Hawaii
>dad's pissed
>4th quarter of game dad's team came back and is beating spread
>dad's team wins
>Arabs try booking it out of bar
>dad's friend the bar owner keeps then there
>dad and uncle Guido fly up there to collect the money
>Arabs say they don't have it but they will
>Dad breaks one man's thumb
>dad and "Guido" drive arabs to get the money
>they pay
>dad actually goes to Hawaii with that money
He ruined all our lives. He wasted every bit with trips to crazy places, helicopter rides, cars, and jets. One of the nightclubs he owned was self made, he left that one in the hands of an uncle who stole, and drove the place into the ground while he opened another with my Great uncle the one who was made, him and my uncle had a major falling out, after that he went straight, well, tried, and the damage to other business was done. There was no reviving it. My mother divorced him at this time. Despite the falling out and him leaving the night club he opened with him, my uncle put up a half million for the tanking bar. My mom sued my dad (she didn't know about this) and fucked that up. After that my uncle was done. This was also around the same time he was being prosecuted for booking, and he had his knee smashed. Coincidence? He even left my dad out of his will completely. My dad essentially penniless now, and has ruined several other businesses that he opened on made men's dimes. They are trying to still look out for him, but he is making it tough. Recently he went back to booking, and is really trying again. He knows how many people are going to want their money back. Also, many of my cousins and uncle's do look out for me. My one cousin wants to pay for mine and sisters schooing, and such. My dad was a generous man to them back in the day and it seems they want to help repay the favor.
He needs to write a book
He wants to. I keep telling him to, maybe one day he'll stop procrastinating and actually do it.
Nowhere near as good as OP, but this guy may have been an associate of your dad's...
> Dad ER doc, working in SE Mich
> guy brought in, acute congestive heart exacerbation
> dad fixes him, guy super grateful "you saved my life, doc"
> randomly comes to visit at parents' home
> always brings random gifts (box of vegetables, etc)
Found out years later from my Mom that he was an enforcer for Detroit mafia.
It's very likely he knows him, or of him at least. I know very little of his actions with made men, besides the yearly Christmas and Easter parties where we would play morra all night. He kept the business behind closed doors. I know they (him and my uncle's) would go to Tiger Stadium, and the race track a bunch, to work, I think that's where they pooled and laundered money as well as print out their betting cards. Also he was more west than Eastside. The westside associates were more so half-breeds and such, while the Eastside of Detroit are more so made men. My uncle lived on the East side.