The worst thing you can ever do is get “connected” to a mobster. Anyone around them is fair game. A friend got a job at a Sicilian pizza joint. When he figured it out, he left town. Even working at a place owned by one is trouble.
An old girlfriend of mine was once the girlfriend of a Mafia prince before I met her. The stories of abuse, mistreatment, and violence she told, sent chills up my spine.
Took her three tries to successfully escape him and that world, but she finally made it. That was a hair raising tale in itself. She once told me matter of factly, "If they ever find me, I'm dead."
I later learned she'd been using an assumed name the whole time I knew her.
Some years later I came *this* close to being snuffed by a mobster, myself. Long story for another time.