Saturday, January 09, 2010


“Bubba” Carnaroli had come down from New York back in the late 1990’s, tired of the cold weather, the crowds, and the competition. He settled himself in the midst of the Volunteer State, where he saw plenty of opportunity for a savvy businessman... and where the moderate climate suited his temperament.

In less than two decades, he had put together a hugely profitable business. Drugs, prostitution, loansharking, gambling... he had his fingers in all the pies.

Even better, he was a successful restauranteur. Carnaroli’s Risotto Houses were packed every night: the perfect front for the Boss of the Tennessee Rackets.

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