ok here's one I never forgot...
I was maybe 12/13 and was dating this girl who was the daughter of a guy who was in business with a 'guy' and all their last names ended in a vowel, you can assume from there... So when the carnival came to town each year, there was the fun house, and there was a dead end in the fun house where you'd go and make out or whatever you did at 12. So I'm there with her, we both go home that night, about an hour later, the phone rings - my father picks it up - seems a little weird then calls me to answer the phone... he hands it to me and stands like 2 feet from me... now mind you your in the 70s and when you talk on the phone you are connected to a cord and your parents are always on top of you... so I answer it and I hear 'this joe ?'.. 'yes'... 'This is Mr Valenti, you know who I am ?' First off when you're asked if you know who someone is you always answer yes whether you do or not... I knew it was her dad and I knew kids always said he was a hard ass and you don't mess with him, etc... so I answer 'yes'... now mind you both of my parents are staring at me like glue, especially my father wondering why a man is calling his 12 year old son. I'll never forget the words this guy had no problem uttering to a 12 year old : 'You go near my daughter again, I'm going to kill you, do you understand my words'... 'Yes sir'... Phone hung up... My father of course is on my ass 'Who was that ?'... Oh it was Coach so and so we have baseball practice on Saturday or some shit I made up... Now mind you I was 'dating' this girl for a while the next day at school I didn't LOOK at her, she didn't LOOK at me, I don't think we spoke again until we were 17, that's how serious we both knew he was... I found out she was writing a note to give me the next day (old school very slow version of texting) that said 'Please don't tell anyone we were in the funhouse together because everyone thinks I'm a slut' and her father snatched it... Well kissing doesn't make you a slut, but for the love of god who knows what her father thinks we were doing !... Needless to say he didn't have to ask me twice... I told some of my friends what went down and I think a few of them told me I should move. lol
So... I was very careful to find out what 'business' the girl's fathers were in I dated after that !
The mafia stuff around here doesn't go on much anymore - mostly all died off - but 2 years ago a known bookmaker who had a popular restaurant just disappeared one night after closing... They found a tooth in the kitchen and that's it. No blood, just a tooth. There are signs on his restaurant with a reward looking for him, billboards on the highways, etc... Ya good luck with that... he obviously pissed the wrong people off.
The nice thing about the mafia, like my call, is they always warned you when you were stepping out of line... They didn't ask twice. That's a lot of what Hoffa's disappearance was about - he wouldn't back down...