My wife and I (girlfiend at the time) lived in ER for 2 years. Our landlord was full fledged mob. Had the Godfather playing in his office non-stop, had a conversation right in front of me about a guy that got "whacked" and deserved it. Always had a car with a big trunk (and a new one every few months.)
When we left he told us if we ever need anything to call him. We have the mob on our side, so I got that going for me.