|| The Mob was the biggest, richest business in America--too dangerous and too deadly to fail. Until it was destroyed from within by drugs, greed, and the decline of its traditional Crime Family values. And by guys like Sal Polisi. Born in Brooklyn, Polisi was raised on a family legacy as a member of the Colombos, one of the New York Mob's feared Five Families, and came of age when the Mafia was at the height of its vast wealth and power. He ran an after-hours gambling den, The Sinatra Club, a hangout for up-and-coming mobsters like the three wiseguys immortalized in Martin Scorsese's GoodFellas. For Polisi, the thrills of robbing banks, hijacking trucks, pulling daring heists--and getting away with it all, thanks to corrupt cops--were fleeting. When he was busted for drug trafficking, and already sickened by the bloodbath that engulfed the Mob as it teetered toward extinction, he flipped and became one of a breed he had loathed all his life--a rat. Here, Polisi paints a never-before-seen picture of the inner workings of a once extensive and secret underworld that, thanks to guys like him, no longer exists.--From publisher description.