Unfinished Business
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Whatever you need.”
“Actually, it’s more something I need your help with.”
“What I just say?”
“Remember that thing I was telling you about?”
“That’s the thing; you never actually told me what it was. All you said was you’d tell me about it when things quiet down.”
“Well it’s time to make that happen.”
“Cool. Whatever it is, let’s go do it. You can tell me about it on the way. I wanna get home to my little man.”
“Shy name that baby yet?”
“Nope.”
Chapter One
Alessandro Reviello was recruited into The Curcio Family by capo, Carmine Abandonato, who controlled illegal gambling operations in the Bronx. By the late eighties, Reviello was a major player in Abandonato’s illegal gambling, bookmaking, and policy operations. Reviello was indicted, along with Curcio family members Rocco “Rocky Fists” Fiorentino, Johnathan “Johnny Boy” Bonina, and Anthony “Big Tony” Collette, on bribery charges, in order to protect their gambling operation.
When he got out, Reviello moved into other rackets that proved to be more lucrative. He began representing The Curcio Family’s interest in Cafaro Concrete, a general contractor, and with Top of The Pile, a company that was one of the main suppliers of trap rock. He held the title of salesman, but he never actually sold anything. The two companies controlled the production of concrete in the city. That’s where he made his money and with money came power and with power and money came position. By that time, Carmine Abandonato was underboss of the family and Reviello was his loyal soldier.
Reviello was indicted again, along with “Little Sonny” Calabresi and Big Tony, on extortion and bid rigging charges. The charges alleged that the three men had rigged the bidding process for the supplying of concrete to high rise building projects. The case was dismissed when the state’s star witness, an accountant at Cafaro Concrete named Joseph Aloi, disappeared a week before the trial under mysterious circumstances. His remains were believed to be a part of a construction project in Staten Island, but those were just rumors.
It was just after six in the evening, and Reviello was in the office at Top of The Pile finishing up some business before he went home to his wife. He needed to shower, get cleaned up, and then he had a meeting to go to.
Now that his business had gone—a nineteen-year-old Salvadoran girl named Gabriela Suárez—Reviello looked into the mirror and adjusted his tie. It was pretty much the only time that he came there these days. He didn’t want to be seen with young Hispanic women, he just liked fucking them.
He double checked to make sure that there wasn’t any lipstick on his collar this time. You know how they are with that red lipstick. Reviello put on his jacket, turned off the lights, and left his office. He closed the door and looked around the office for his men, but the office was empty and in darkness.
“Persico!” Reviello shouted and walked toward the light that was coming from the window. “Vittorio!” he shouted again, but he got no answer. He stopped in the middle of the floor and scratched his head. “Where did these two fucks run off to now?” Reviello asked, as he walked toward the door shaking his head. “Probably making Gabriela suck their little cocks again before they let her out—the bastards. Persico! Vittorio! Stop fuckin’ around. I got places to be.”
When he came into the lobby and turned on the lights, expecting to see his men in his pussy, Reviello was surprised at what he saw.
“Mikey? Fuck you doin’ here?” Reviello asked, and then saw Persico and Vittorio’s bodies on the floor. He looked up at Black, who had his weapon raised.
“Angelo Collette sends his regards,” he said, and shot Reviello once in the head. Then Black stood over him and shot him twice more in the chest before he left the offices of Top of The Pile. He got in the car with Angelo. He had already killed Mario Bianchi, Big Tony’s driver.