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[b][size=130]Vor V Zakone[/size][/b]

Who would’ve thought I’d be sat here almost two years later, discussing the unfortunate events that preceded the so-called Philly godfathers? From Malangone’s passing, to Juliano’s indictment, it’s certainly been a rocky road. But, don’t be fooled, they made enough of a mark to gain Merlino’s approval to branch off, and put down their own roots in Los Santos, which is testament to the organization’s resilience. Some of their rising stars have cemented their place in mafia folklore, with my guy on the frontline reporting that their annual income has almost tripled since their relocation from the the City of Brotherly Love. Remember, though, money isn’t the only currency when it comes to the underworld: unlike their Philly counterparts, loyalty has taken them leaps and bounds, with subsidiaries now found across the entire state.

Let me guess, as well, you’re probably wondering what fate had in mind for the likes of Greco and Testa. Let’s start with Johnny Fingers, who some might argue is a product of his environment, with his embodiment of treachery and betrayal; a coup attempt orchestrated by the mob veteran was swiftly stomped out like a fire, with his protégé Napoli supposedly bearing the full consequences. On the opposite end of the spectrum is Pretty Boy Pete who, like Scarfo and Atlantic City, was banished to the gulag. However, unlike the psychotic habits that Nicky Scarfo was famed for, Greco’s downfall came from his laxed approach to business; having been given control over the streets during Juliano’s unfortunate trip upstate, his subordinates saw an opportunity to act wayward.

There leaves an elephant in the room: who has taken the mantle in place of these founding fathers? Luckily for you, I managed to get up to speed with another close source who has given me a complete rundown on the current climate.

[b]Q.[/b] [i]Right here... we have Ed Gheroci and Mikey C, yeah? Both have been seen in close quarters with Frankie, so we can only assume they form part of the leadership panel. What’s your take on this?[/i]


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[b]A.[/b] [i]OK, you’d be right, so I’m told. What can I tell ya about Ed? The way I see it is, he’s the heir to the throne, the guy destined to take over. There’s shades of Piney Armone about him: the way he speaks, the way he carries himself, he’s someone who’s highly trusted in mob circles. Then ya got Calandra over here, a guy who’s been in Frankie’s corner since day one, drivin’ him around, you couldn’t find a bigger loyalist even if ya tried.[/i]

[b]Q.[/b] [i]You mention Ed, and his leadership potential, do ya find it at all strange he’s got to this position considerin’ he doesn't have those much desired Philadelphian roots?[/i]

[b]A.[/b] [i]No, not at all. Lemme tell ya this, a long time ago, he used to be an associate of Johnny Testa’s, a real close one. As ya can see, things didn’t quite work out for the old guy, and that can only be put down to Ed. Everything he’s got, it’s what he worked for... the decisions he made. Him and his friend, uh... Nate Grifa, they pledged allegiance to Frank’s flag, and now they’re reaping the fruits.[/i]

[b][size=130]Egorovskaya OPG[/size][/b]

In the mob, you’re either a killer, an earner... or both. And if the latter applies to you, then you’re paraded around like an Olympic medalist. Should your memory serve you well, then you’d recall my comments on the then-Malangones rapid infiltration into Los Santos-based rackets, with players like Little Pete Meli basking in the glory of prostitution, drug peddling, and illegal gambling, to name a few. Since then, it’s been found that they’re now enforcing a street tax for footsoldiers who operate on their patch, a strongarm approach that has only been made plausible by their growing credibility. For this group, the priority is clear: money over headlines.

[b]Q.[/b] [i]And this picture here, Little Pete... or is he Big Pete now?[/i]


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[b]A.[/b] [i]From what I hear, he ain’t so little anymore, no... not at all. He’s come a long way, longer than perhaps most guys had expected. I put it down to his knack for earnin’ though, he’s got that natural flair that you’re just born with.[/i]

[b]Q.[/b] [i]Surely Mike Calandra would’ve played some part in his rise to stardom, no?[/i]

[b]A.[/b] [i]Mike? Without a shadow of a doubt. Put it this way, he’s been groomed with an iron fist covered by a velvet glove. He ain't a pushover, but he knows violence ain’t always the solution.[/i]

[b]Q.[/b] [i]A needle in a haystack, almost. You don’t tend to find that temperament in these kids anymore. They’re programmed to act first, and think later.[/i]

[b]A.[/b] [i]If you’re looking for an answer as to why this thing ain’t so prevalent as it once was... say, four, five decades ago? It’s right there. In that sense, Pete has realized the key to stayin’ out of prison, and out of the clutches of his peers, is steering clear from these weak links.[/i]


Back in Philadelphia, guys are profiting from the booming real estate market, amid claims that the local mafia’s gone legitimate. They’re buying dilapidated properties for $200,000, renovating them to a high spec, and then flipping them north of $600,000, according to city records. This development comes as no surprise, with law enforcement agencies ramping up their surveillance efforts on a yearly basis, organized crime groups have been forced to satisfy their greed by gentler means. Words that are alien to patriarch Frank Juliano.

When I first reported on the Malangones, there was brief mention of their involvement in the city’s retail and nightlife industries, especially with savvy operator Dave Fiore being among their ranks. Whether or not the now street-proclaimed Juliano mob has tightened its grip on the white collar environment has yet to be determined, however it would be surely in their best interests with criminal prosecutors being hungrier than ever.

[b]Q.[/b] [i]You wouldn’t necessarily associate a hard-headed boss like Frank with corporate management, he’s not your typical CEO, so who do ya reckon is runnin’ things at board level?[/i]


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[b]A.[/b] [i]I ain’t a betting guy, but if I had to put money on it? Dave, David Fiore. He’s their poster boy, his rap sheet’s as clean as a whistle. I’m guessing he’s the puppet master behind their holding company. The guy’s real smart, knows all the loopholes.[/i]

[b]Q.[/b] [i]Just to bring it back a second, you mentioned their holding company... could ya tell me a little more about that?[/i]

[b]A.[/b] [i]What do ya want to know about Inferno Holding? They got a portfolio of nightclubs, pawnbrokers, gyms... you name it. The way they’ve soaked up these other companies, it’s not something I’ve personally seen happen before. They might come from the streets, but they know how to run things like a NASDAQ-100 company.[/i]

[b][size=130]Krasnaya Mafiya[/size][/b]

Home of the cheesesteak: home of the bloodiest mob war ever. Juliano’s fledglings are no stranger to blood, and blood is no stranger to them. Many, including Frank himself, were in the trenches when Merlino declared war on the ordained leader John Stanfa. Bloodshed is moreso an inevitability, than a possibility when you don’t already stick to the rulebook. When the Julianos locked horns with a Russian contingent over turf, it was bound to end in one way: bloodshed. Don't get me wrong, though. War isn’t always the go-to for Frank, much like Angelo Bruno, diplomacy is his forte.


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With hitters like Nick Berti either locked up or dead, there was room for a new bloodhound to take centre stage on the battlefield. And this mafia family was by no stretch of the imagination short on untapped supply.

[b]Q.[/b] [i]These guys in the photograph, I can’t say I know them... you got any idea who they are?[/i]

[b]A.[/b] [i]I got a lot of time for ya, George, but I ain’t prepared to answer that question.[/i]

[b]Q.[/b] [i]You’ve lost me here. Why aren’t you willing to talk about them?[/i]

[b]A.[/b] [i]Look... if ya get a knock on the door, and you see these scumbags stood there? To put it bluntly: you’ve been marked for death. Gerry Perna and Tony B are everything that Nick Caramandi was. But worse. For them, murder is a means to an end. They don’t shy away from it, they embrace it like some sick maniacs. There’s even rumors that Bracco was responsible for the quadruple homicide that took place in El Corona a few months ago, nobody’s been charged for it though.[/i]

[b]Q.[/b] [i]Could you, perhaps, expand on these rumors for me?[/i]

[b]A.[/b] [i]You want me to fuckin’ die? I’ve told you enough already. What’s your next question?[/i]

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