Behind every badass gang, there’s an even more badass boss. The godfather. The head honcho. The “don’t-mess-with-dis” man. He’s the strong silent type, and that’s probably for the best. After all, those devilish-bad looks get him everywhere he needs to go and make a statement without ever saying a word.
Frankie, as his entourage calls him, is all about appearance. It’s his right hand, Jimmy Chew that chews you out. Friends from childhood, Frankie can trust Jimmy Chew to do his dirty work. That’s because Jimmy’s got a bigger bite. Frank Evil grins devilishly at his own evil plans. With a wingman like Jimmy, he’s got nothing to say. He knows that the more you talk, the more of you that you allow people to read.
Let Jimmy bark and bite, and Frankie stands in the limelight, enjoying the fine chaos he’s created. Like a master of puppets, he orchestrates and oversees it all. The mayhem and debauchery. Ah, yes. It’s good to be the notorious boss of the Maua Gang. Perhaps that’s why he’s a devil of few words, only reserving them for those throwdown kingpin moments when his voice is the last one you’ll ever hear.