Category: STORY
“No! No! Dada, No!”: The Day My Eighteen-Month-Old Daughter Saved Me from a Plunging Elevator
“No! No! Dada, No!”: The Day My Eighteen-Month-Old Daughter Saved Me from a Plunging Elevator At forty-two, I ruled Chicago’s underworld with…
“Uncle Jack! You Marry Teddy Right Now!”: The Day a Two-Year-Old Tamed Chicago’s Deadliest King
“Uncle Jack! You Marry Teddy Right Now!”: The Day a Two-Year-Old Tamed Chicago’s Deadliest King At thirty-five, I commanded Chicago’s most feared…
“Julian, Give Me That Child!”: The Night My Mother Recognized My Secret Daughter
“Julian, Give Me That Child!”: The Night My Mother Recognized My Secret Daughter At thirty-four, I stood in my family’s Greenwich estate…
“Stop Warming Him!”: The Night My Quiet Maid Saved My Dying Son When Twelve Medics Failed
“Stop Warming Him!”: The Night My Quiet Maid Saved My Dying Son When Twelve Medics Failed At forty, I controlled New England’s…
The Yellow Glove Puppets at 2:03 A.M.: The Night My Twins Laughed Again
The Yellow Glove Puppets at 2:03 A.M.: The Night My Twins Laughed Again At thirty-six, I was Chicago’s most feared widower, sleeping…
The Three-Year-Old Bodyguard: The Day Chicago’s Most Feared Boss Met His Daughter
The Three-Year-Old Bodyguard: The Day Chicago’s Most Feared Boss Met His Daughter At thirty-nine, I controlled shipping lines, private clubs, and six…
“Who Made You Cry?”: The Night a Mafia Boss Taught a Senator the True Meaning of Fear
“Who Made You Cry?”: The Night a Mafia Boss Taught a Senator the True Meaning of Fear At forty-one, I owned half…
The Bruise Beneath the Dark Hair: How My Housemaid Exposed My Fiancée’s Betrayal
The Bruise Beneath the Dark Hair: How My Housemaid Exposed My Fiancée’s Betrayal At thirty-nine, I sat at the head of a…
“Bad Lady Put Sleepy Powder!”: The Two-Year-Old Who Smashed My Coffee and Stopped My Assassination
“Bad Lady Put Sleepy Powder!”: The Two-Year-Old Who Smashed My Coffee and Stopped My Assassination At thirty-eight, I was Chicago’s most ruthless…
The Dead Man’s Daughter: How a Two-Year-Old Unmasked My Brother’s Assassin
The Dead Man’s Daughter: How a Two-Year-Old Unmasked My Brother’s Assassin I was Alexander DeLuca—forty-two, six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, and feared as Boston’s most…