chicago mafia

Al Capone- inventor of milk expiration dates and all around nice fella

Although Al Capone is typically known as a gangster, to many people in his adopted city of Chicago, he was a modern-day Robin Hood.

Capone was the first person to open a soup kitchen to feed the poor during the Depression. At a time of 25 percent unemployment, Capone’s kitchens served three meals a day to ensure that everyone who had lost a job could get a meal. Soon, every city and town had a soup kitchen.

Capone did not only open them, but he would go to the soup kitchens and help serve the meals. These soup kitchens cost Capone thousands of dollars every day to keep running. It is said that Capone had a soft spot for people who were struggling.

It was reported that one of Capone’s family members in Chicago became ill from drinking expired milk. At that time, there were no controls on milk production or expiration.

This drew Capone’s interest to the milk business, and he saw several things: the milk distribution business had a shady character – and Capone was comfortable with shady businesses; he didn’t like to see people, especially children sickened by adulterated milk; he saw a potentially high profit in milk distribution; and with Prohibition soon to end, he had a fleet of trucks that could easily be used to transport milk.

Capone took two steps to move into the milk business. One was to acquire a milk processor, Meadowmoor Dairies. The other was to have the Chicago City Council pass a law requiring a visible date stamped on milk containers.

In 1930s Chicago, before refrigeration and supermarkets, milk was delivered by the milkman, a teamster’s union member. The union controlled the distribution of milk, whose freshness depended on how long the milk sat around until the driver delivered it.

The unions would only deliver local milk. Meadowmoor Dairies wanted to import cheeper milk from Wisconsin, and wanted it delivered by their own nonunion truckers.

With the negotiations at a standstill, Capone’s people reportedly kidnapped the union president and used the $50,000 ransom to purchase the dairy. The dairy was given as a present to Capone’s attorney, William Parrillo. Meadowmoor Dairies opened three months before Capone went to prison.

‘the word ‘love,’ alright?’ (au theo raeken one-shot)

Prompt: Your latest mission brought you to the streets of Chicago. A mafia leader was in town overseeing a sex trafficking ring that he held once a month. You were to take part as a sex trafficker, seducing Mr. Raeken into taking you home with him instead of another innocent soul. You, of course, succeed, perhaps a little too well, and before you know it, you are in way over your head.

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Saga (the reader)

Warnings: cursing, spanking, dom!theo

A/N: hello, guys! so this is my first ever Theo piece. it’s a little wierd and a little short, but i hope you guys like it. please tell me what you think! also, this is an addition to the secret agents!au that i’ve got going on. feel free to check out Isaac’s, Derek’s, Stiles’, and Scott’s fics. just click on the name if you’re interested in reading it lol. thank you for all your support loves! XOXOXO

It’s been a week since he’s brought me home and I haven’t seen him once. He’s locked me into this lavish room, meals brought to me three times a day by the wonderful maids and butlers, a fresh bath as soon as I shake one of the bells. I mean it’s great, but my mission required actual interaction with the scum himself: Mr. Theo Raeken.

Each day, there’s a note on my bedside table with the following written on it: “sorry I can’t see you today. Wear these for me in case I decide to make a surprise visit. –Theo”

Each day, I wore the clothes he picked out for me. And each day I waited. Still, no luck.

“The faster I meet you, Mr. Mysterious, the faster I get to kick your ass and leave town,” I whisper to myself and grab a book off the shelf. It was a mystery thriller, somewhat ironic and entirely fascinating. I get back into bed and open the book.

“Strip,” the door slams open and a deep voice bellows from the doorway.

“E-excuse me?” I look up, eyes wide as the man locks the door behind him.

“You heard me,” he turns around and my breath gets caught in my throat. “Strip for me, kitten.”

“M-Mr. Raeken?” I put my book on the bedside table and stand at the edge of the bed. His brown eyes rake over my covered curves, his full lips turned into a pout.

“That’s my name. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you scream it sometime. Right now, I just need you to strip,” he clenches his jaw, his hands moving up to his neck as he loosens his tie.

I nod, turning my back to him and slowly removing my mesh robe, tossing it on the hamper. I knew it would come to this at some point: when you’re undercover, anything is possible. Normally though, I’d know a little about the people I was sleeping with. Oh well, here goes nothing.

I take a deep breath and turn to face him, taking in his appearance as he takes off his cuff links. He stands there, dressed in black dress pants and a white button-down. Once he’s done with his cuff links, he turns to me, eyes widening as they rake over my barely covered body. I watch him eye-fuck me, a smirk begging to be let loose on my face. His eyes follow my every moment, from every rise and fall of my chest to every graze of my fingertips against my skin.I slowly move my hand behind me, ready to remove the lacy white bra that had been laid out for me this morning.

“Stop,” his voice comes out in a husky whisper as his eyes move up to meet mine. My hands remain frozen against the back of my bra as Mr. Raeken continues speaking. “Leave those on.”

I furrow my brows before nodding gently, my hands landing gently at my sides. What is this man’s agenda?

He sticks one hand in his pocket, the other rubbing his jaw as his stare burns holes into me. For the first time in a long while, I feel insecure. I feel his gaze piercing every nook and cranny of my nearly bare body. Once again, I do something I haven’t done in ages: I place a hand across my hips, resting on my upper thigh as to shield myself from him. He raises an eyebrow as though surprised by my actions.

“Do you always for that before one of these sessions?” He pulls his hand out of his pocket and gestures towards my arm.

“What do you mean?” I feel myself turning red as a small smirk plays on his lips. I bite my lip and look away, hoping to recollect myself. What the hell? I’ve been in these situations before.

“Cute,” he chuckles deeply and begins slowly walking over to me.

“Th–” I look up and my eyes widen as he stops a foot away from me. I gulp and attempt to give him a smile.

“Relax, kitten,” he whispers and reaches his hand up to caress my cheek. A shiver runs through me as his calloused thumb rubs my sensitive skin. I close my eyes and unwillingly lean into his touch.

He lets out a soft chuckle and I immediately pull my head back from his touch. I clear my throat and wrap one arm around my stomach and rest the other against my neck.

“I won’t fuck you tonight,” he studies me before walking past me and sitting on the bed.”But I do need you to bend over my lap right now.”

“Huh?” I turn to face him, my brows furrowed as he rubs his upper thighs.

“I need you to bend over my lap, kitten,” he smirks up at me as I warily approach him. “I’m gonna spank you.”

“Wh-what?” I whisper as I stop right in front of him.

“I said,” he pulls me between his legs, his ankles crossing one another behind mine to prevent me from escaping. “I need you to bend over my lap,” he presses a teasing kiss against my bare stomach causing a small gasp to leave my lips. “I’d like to spank you, kitten.”

He licks a small stripe from my navel down to the waistline of my panties. My hands shakingly reach up to his hair as he bites down on one of my hips. I feel vulnerable, more than I ever have. This had always been a personal fantasy of mine, and it was going to come true with a man who ran a human-trafficking ring. I should stop–

“What are you waiting for kitten?” Theo’s face moves dangerously close to my centerfold. He looks up at me through his dark lashes, letting his tongue kitten-lick my covered folds. I whimper, my hand on his hair tightening as he pulls away and slowly lowers me down onto his lap.

“W-wait,” I whisper and Theo pauses, watching me intently. “W-what if I need a safe word, Mr. Raeken?”

“Mr. Raeken?” Theo gives me a wry smile and moves a strand of hair out of my face. “If you need a safe word, we can use the word ‘love’ alright?”

I bite my lip and slowly nod. Theo smirks down at me and holds up a finger, still not letting me down on his lap.

“Although Mr. Raeken sounds incredibly hot, I’d like you to call me ‘Sir’ in situations like this and ‘Theo’ during other times. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect. Now, down we go,” he fully lowers me onto his lip and I lay there in anticipation. “I want you to breathe, this is as much a form of pleasure as it is a punishment.”

He hums and slowly kneads my ass, eliciting a low moan from me. I arch my back slightly as Theo leans down to kiss the back of my neck.

“I want you to count for me, okay? Every time I lay my hand down on your ass,” he gently places his hand flat against my left cheek, “I want you to count it. Okay?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I whisper, biting my lip as I hear a soft growl leave Theo’s lips.

“Saga, Saga, Saga,” Theo whispers, biting my earlobe as he raises his hand. “You’ve got no idea what’s coming your way.”

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I open my mouth to say something but am cut off by a harsh slap against my ass. Instead, I yelp out, my hands reaching for my bedsheets as a stinging feeling is embedded into me.

“I thought I told you to count, kitten,” he whispers huskily, waiting for me to begin.

“One,” I bite my lip, readying myself for the next blow.

“Good girl,” without waiting another beat, his hand lands against my ass again, possibly harder.

“T-two,” I let out a gasp as the pain slowly turns into pleasure.

“Mmm,” Theo lets out a small groan, his hand landing another painful blow on the other cheek.

“Th-three,” I moan, knowing that this would be short-lived.

“One more, kitten. We’ll end this round quick,” he bites down on my shoulder as he lowers his hand against my ass one last, painful time.

“F-four,” I whimper as Theo runs that same hand down my damn panties.

“Someone was enjoying herself,” he hums and brings his face down to my ass, biting a cheek as his thumb teasingly rubbed my clit.

“S-sir,” I let out a lowly whine as he removes himself from me.

“I said I wouldn’t fuck you tonight, but if you keep calling me that, I might have to take back my word,” he groans, reluctantly lifting me up.

I try to sit on his lap, wincing as the pain returns.

“No, no,” he whispers and forces me onto my feet. He turns me around so that my ass is practically in his face. “You were such a good girl today.”

Theo leans forward and places a gentle kiss against each cheek before turning me back around to face him.

“I’m gonna rub some cream on you and then we can get some rest, alright?” He looks up at me, his hands rubbing my hips as he spoke.

I give him a sort of dumbfounded nod as he stands and gives me a breathtaking kiss. He smirks as I look at him in shock. He walks past me and out the door as I stand there, dumbstruck.

What the hell just happened? What am I gonna report to the general?

Yakuza (Japanese gangsters/mafia) at ceremony inducting the new “boss” as head man of all the different factions in Tokyo, Oct. 30, 1946. 

 The man on the left is the new boss, and the head men of the other factions can be distinguished by the markings on their jackets. 

These men control every working man in Tokyo, via kick-backs, job control, and other methods, commonly used by the Sicilian-American “omerta” mafia in Chicago and New York during the era. (AP photo)