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Joe Bruno on the Mob – Snakeheads – A Sceenplay – Part Two

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The TRAWLER rocks back and forth in a furious RAINSTORM.


A small ROWBOAT bobs violently next to the TRAWLER.


A CHINESE MAN sits in the row boat, an oar in the water on each side. The ROWBOAT looks like it might CAPSIZE any second.


Ah Kay is standing on the deck of the trawler. Xin Lin is standing next to him.


Two CHINESE GANGSTERS drag three CHINESE MALE PRISONERS onto the deck of the trawler.


Ah Kay motions to the man in the rowboat to move the rowboat closer to the TRAWLER.


Xin Lin grabs ONE PRISONER.



            (in Chinese)

Jump. Now!


The man hesitates. Then JUMPS into the ROWBOAT.


Ah Kay grabs the second prisoner.



            (in Chinese)

You too. Jump!


The SECOND PRISONER jumps down into the ROWBOAT.





            (in Chinese)

Now you. Jump!


The THIRD PRISONER jumps. MISS-TIMES his leap. Falls into the RAGING WATERS.


The THREE MEN in the rowboat try to save the DROWNING MAN. But they are too weak to drag him onto the ROWBOAT.


The DROWNING MAN struggles to swim.


A man in the rowboat offers the drowning man an OAR.


The DROWNING MAN grabs the OAR.


A WAVE crashes into him and he FALLS BACK into the water.




The THREE MEN in the boat SCREAM.


A GUNSHOT blasts from the TRAWLER.


The DROWNING MAN takes the bullet in the chest and DROWNS.


Ah Kay looks down at the ROWBOAT, holding a SMOKING GUN.



            (in Chinese; to the men in the boat)

Row to shore!


The original man in the rowboat hands OARS to the other three. They ROW away into the DARKNESS.



            (continuing in English to Xin Lin)

That’s part of the cost of doing business.



Yeah, but what a waste of a bullet.


But what about the money we lose for the creep we just killed that we were supposed to have smuggled into the United States?




We already got twenty grand from the family in China. We’ll collect the rest.



How? The guy’s dead.



We’ll collect the money before they realize he’s dead.



Suppose they find out he’s dead before we get our money?



We’ll just kill one family member at a time until we get our money. Believe me, after we kill one, the others will pay.

            (beat; spits into the ocean)

That’s the best part of being a gangster.


Both man LAUGH like HYENAS.


Joe Bruno on the Mob – Snakeheads – A Screenplay – Part One

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Snakeheads – A screenplay

By Joe Bruno


Knickerbocker Literary Services

Copyright 2013 — Knickerbocker Literary Services








HORDES of CHINESE CELEBRANTS clog the sidewalks and streets.


GONGS CLANG as a team of celebrants perform the CHINESE DRAGON DANCE in the street.


Firecrackers EXPLODE at their feet.


BILLOWING SMOKE fills the air.










SOUNDS of the CHINESE NEW YEAR’S CELEBRATION emanate from the street below.


A lone CHINESE GIRL dressed in a tattered smock sits BAREFOOT on the floor. A CHAMBER POT rests on the floor next to her. The young girl looks 14-16 years old, yet, because of her disheveled look, she could be in her twenties, or even in her early 30s.


Her HEAD is SHAVED. Her thin legs are EXPOSED, and her almond-shaped eyes SCREAM FEAR.


Her hands are HANDCUFFED behind her back, and a chain connected to the handcuffs is wrapped around a STEAM RADIATOR.


We hear the VOICES OF MEN speaking IN CHINESE in the hallway outside.


The young girl WRIGGLES her thin wrists behind her, desperately trying to slip through the handcuffs.


The CHINESE CHATTER outside the room STOPS. Feet SHUFFLE away from the door.




A middle-aged, CHUBBY CHINESE GANGSTER struts into the room.


He’s wearing a black leather jacket. A black shirt. And gold and diamond BLING are sparkling on his HANDS and around his NECK.


His shirt and jacket are open, exposing his Buddha-like belly. A SABER-LIKE KNIFE is stuffed into his belt.


The CHUBBY CHINESE GANGSTER stops. He STARES at girl; his eyes sparkling with LUST.


He smiles. LICKS his lips. Then STALKS towards the girl.


He removes the LEATHER JACKET and FLINGS it to the FLOOR.


The young girl WRIGGLES her boney WRISTS behind her, and finally her thin right hand SLIPS through the cuffs.




The rent is now due.


You ready to pay?


He KNEELS DOWN in front of her. He removes the KNIFE from under his belt, and lays it on the FLOOR next to him.


He slowly parts the young girl’s LEGS with his hands. Then he UNZIPS his PANTS, and pulls his pants down until he’s naked from the waist down.


He MOUNTS inside her.


They sit face to face; her HANDS still behind her, and her legs SCISSORED around his body.


He closes his eyes; MOANS in pleasure, as he slowly pulsates inside her.


The young girl sits; looking BORED, SCARED, and slightly DISGUSTED.


He increases the speed of his trusts; MOANING LOUDER with every thrust.


She slowly slips her FREE HAND from behind her.




He achieves orgasm, and then emits a PRIMAL SCREAM.


Exhausted, he COLLAPSES on top of her.


Quickly, she snatches the KNIFE off the floor and STABS him repeatedly in the back and in the side.


She’s yelping like a MANIAC. Screaming LOUDER with every plunge of the KNIFE.


His blood SQUIRTS onto her face and into her mouth. She SPITS his blood back into his face.


She SHOVES him off her.


She straddles him. FACE to FACE. Her on top.


She STABS him AGAIN, AGAIN and AGAIN. SAVAGELY. Her face DEFIANT, with low GROWLS emanating from her mouth


While SCREAMS like a Banshee, she SLITS his throat, from ear to ear. His BLOOD SQUIRTS in every direction, soaking the young girl’s chest.


He rolls onto one side; then onto his back, his fat belly POINTED toward the CEILING.


His DEAD EYES are wide OPEN.


She reaches inside his pants pocket. Removes a roll of KEYS. Finding the right one, she UN-CUFFS her other hand.


She stands, picks up the dead man’s LEATHER JACKET, and DRAPES it around her SHOULDERS.


She SPITS on his face.


She quietly opens the FRONT DOOR to the apartment, and SCANS both ways down the HALLWAY.


No one is in sight.


She SCAMPERS down the stairs, passing a few startled CHINESE TENANTS. Then she SPRINTS through the front door of the building.




The young girls DASHES out of the building, and MELTS into the FESTIVE CROWD.


We see her push past CHINESE REVELERS, as she DISAPPEARS into the night.


Joe Bruno on the Mob – The Trial of Bartolomeo Vernace

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I wonder if the government would go to all this trouble and expense ( taxpayer’s money) if the word “Mafia” wasn’t involved (PS — the Mafia only exists in Sicily- in America it should be properly called Italian-American organized crime- But the word “Mafia” makes headlines and advances careers in law enforcement. Ask Rudy Giuliani).

This is a 30 year old case where the defendant was already found not guilty in a state trial.

I don’t know if Vernace’s innocent or guilty of the 1983 murders. But I do know if his name didn’t end in a vowel (how about Mohammad, or an Arab last name?), this case would have never gone to trial.

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bartolomeo vernace 223x300 Prosecutor urges jury to ‘stand up’ to Mafia fear, convict Gambino capo Bartolomeo Vernace

Bartolomeo Vernace is taken from the Cold Squad located at the 105th Precinct to central booking.

During closing arguments Monday, Assistant U.S. Attorney Kristin Mace reminded the panel that bartender Patrick Sullivan had feared for his life but finally came forward to help the feds to make a murder-in-aid of racketeering case against the longtime gangster.

A FEDERAL prosecutor urged jurors to “stand up” against fear of the Mafia and convict Gambino capo Bartolomeo Vernace of gunning down two men in a Queens bar more than 30 years ago.
During closing arguments Monday, Assistant U.S. Attorney Kristin Mace reminded the panel that bartender Patrick Sullivan had feared for his life but finally came forward to help the feds to make a murder-in-aid of racketeering case against the longtime gangster.
“Nothing short of terror reigns in a community when three men walk into a bar, shoot two men over a spilled drink then walk out and continue their lives,” Mace said. “The defendant believed he could get away with murder.”
Vernace’s accomplices also beat the rap after witnesses, including Sullivan, recanted their identifications of the killers.
“The violence, the fear, the lies must stop,” Mace said Monday in Brooklyn Federal Court.
Defense lawyer Charles Carnesi labeled the feds’ case a “do-over” because Vernace was previously acquitted of state murder charges.
Carnesi pounded away at inconsistencies in Sullivan’s account of the April 1981 carnage in the Shamrock Bar on Jamaica Ave.
The government must prove that the murders of bar owners Richard Godkin and John D’Agnese helped Vernace climb the mob ladder from lowly associate to a spot on the Gambino family’s ruling panel in 2011.
Carnesi argued that the mob doesn’t condone “stupid” and “senseless” slayings of innocent people because it’s “bad for business.”


Book Review – Find Big Fat Fanny Fast – By Joe Bruno

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A friend of mine, who is a friend of the author, recommended this book to me, and I couldn’t get enough of this wonderful tongue-in-cheek story. It drips with all of the testosterone of the wise guys who bully the streets of Little Italy, and yet is balanced by the more subtle and disarming view of life of the Chinese racketeers who operate in the nearby combat zone of Chinatown. With an admixture of comedy, wit, irony, and hard-hitting whack jobs, an uneasy but lasting truce is ironed out between the old moustached-Pete’s of Sicily and the growing presence of the Asian crime lords. Joe Bruno puts the smell of the city into the writing, and the result is a delicious slice of New York pie. Well-worth the time spent laughing through the pages, and I am desperately seeking sequel. Va bene!

Joe Bruno on the Mob – Andrea Giovino – Part Five

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There have been numerous instances where mobsters have killed their girlfriends rather than lose them to another man. In other cases, to remove the competition, the mobsters killed the other man.

However, after they were married, things quickly turned sour. Michael was an investment banker who worked in Manhattan. He made his money the hard way; he earned it legally. As a result, Michael scorned Andre’s previous lifestyle, and especially her former acquaintances: organized crime figures like Frank Lino.

Michael, although he provided for Andrea and her son as well as Lino did,  got into the habit of treating Andrea like dirt; when they were alone, and worse, in front of people. Soon, they had a son, John, and if anything, the birth of the new baby increased Michael’s animosity towards his wife. Michael’s scorn was so intolerable, their  sex life became extinct.

Andrea tried to spice things up sexually by dressing provocatively in the privacy of their own home. This affected her husband in the opposite way she had hoped. Instead of taking the hint, Michael snubbed her, and called her a slut. In 1983, after less than three years of marriage, Andrea had had enough. She filed for a legal separation, with the intention of finalizing their marriage with a divorce.

So much for a happy life with a legitimate guy.

The good news for Andrea was that Michael was so flush with cash, she got a nice divorce settlement. This allowed her to move her and her two kids into a lovely condo on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, complete with a uniformed doorman

By early 1985, Andrea decided to venture out again into the glitzy nightlife of Manhattan. It was Andrea’s birthday and she hadn’t hit the hotspots of Manhattan in 15 months. With her girlfriend Margo in tow, Andrea visisted Club A, a known mob hangout on Avenue A in the shadows of the Queensborough Bridge, also known as the 59th Street Bridge.

The first night she entered the joint, Andrea was captivated by one of John Gotti’s best pals: a handsome drug dealer named Mark Reiter. When Andrea inquired what Reiter did for a living, he said was as an executive in the garment industry.

Well, not exactly.

During the late 1970’s and early 1980’s, Reiter moved more heroin into Harlem than any other dealer, including Harlem kingpins Nicky Barnes and Frank Lucas. Reiter was Jewish, so he could not be elevated to a made made in the Gambino Crime Family. However, Reiter was smart enough to get tight with Gotti, and especially Gotti’s brother Gene. Also, Reiter kicked up a substantial amount of his profits up the Gotti ladder, until it reached the so-called Teflon Don, John Gotti himself. This afforded Reiter the same protection as being a made man, without having to do the heavy-lifting, like committing murders, which was previously required of all mobsters before they got  their “buttons.” (Starting in the 1970’s, Italian organized crime associates did not have to participate in a murder in order to become “made,” as long as they were “good earners,” and  kept shuffling the money up the organized crime totem pole.)

                From the moment their eyes first met, Andrea was smitten with the 38-year-old Reiter, who was married with children. Reiter appeared to have everything; breathtakingly good looks, and more importantly, plenty of cash which seemed like it flowed from a bottomless pit.

            In 1986, when Reiter was indicted, along with Gene Gotti and others, for selling heroin like it was flour, then U.S. attorney Rudy Giuliani said that Reiter was, “a major heroin distributor operating at a very high level with organized crime.”

            However, Andrea couldn’t see past Rieter’s good looks and the good times he provided. In the nightclubs of Manhattan, the duo were constant companions of John Gotti and his minions, some of them the most brutal killers in the annals of organized crime.

Hanging with such a tough bunch gave Andrea what street people call “beer muscles. One night, while sitting with John Gotti and his crew, and after downing enough drinks to give her an attitude, Andrea became perturbed with two women sitting at a nearby table.  

“I hear this woman talking about my girlfriend (Margo); saying she was a slut.” Andrea said. “I said to her, ‘Excuse me. You’re talking about my friend. Keep your mouth shut.’”

The two women put Andrea on their pay-no-mind list and continued to bad-mouth Margo.

“The woman continued to trash talk,” Andrea said. “So I turned to John Gotti and said, ‘Excuse me John, but these women are trash-talking my girlfriend.’ I pushed my table aside; rushed over to their table; picked up the champagne bottle and smashed one girl on the head with it. Then I went to work on them. As I was hitting them  I yelled, ‘I told you not to open your mouth.’ When I finished hitting them I went back to my table, and Gotti and his crew were impressed. From then on, nobody called me Andrea or Andy. They called me ‘Rocky.’ I was more stand-up then some of the guys around me.”

            Andrea was not only dating a drug dealer, but her younger brother, Johnny, who was 17 at the time, was also dealing babania on the streets, albeit at a much lower level than Reiter. One night while Andrea was in a Brooklyn social club with Reiter and John Gotti and his crew, her brother Johnny knocked at the front door of the club. He was stopped by the bouncer, but Andrea, seeing her brother in distress, hurried to the front door with Reiter in tow.

            Instead of addressing his sister, Johnny turned to Reiter.

            “Mark, did you hear anything about me,” Johnny said.

            Reiter told Johnny that the word on the streets was that another drug dealer, Johnny main turf competitor, Jimmy Dunn, was looking to eliminate the competition; meaning Johnny Silvestri.

            Reiter looked Johnny in the eye and said, “Now you know what you gotta do.”

            At this point, most loving sisters, especially those without deep roots in the streets, would have told their teenage brother to do anything to save himself, even if it mean disappearing for a while. But Andrea, again flexing those beer muscles inherent in her present environment, told  Johnny exactly what Reiter had said: “Do what you gotta do.”

Johnny and a pal, Gary Farmer, abducted Dunn off the streets of Brooklyn. They took him on a one-way ride, shot him in the back of the head, and dropped  his body in a secluded  area in Staten Island (real pros would have had an already-dug grave for Dunn’s disposal).

Johnny knew Dunn had friends, and until cooler heads prevailed, it wasn’t safe for him to be on the streets of  New York  City. Unsure of what to do, Johnny called for a summit meeting of the Silvestri family, with mother, Dolly, firmly in charge.

            Dolly decided it was best if Johnny “went into the wind” for a while until the heat cooled down. That cost money, and the only person in the Silvestri family well-heeled enough to finance Johnny’s  “lamsky” fund was Andrea.

            However, since Dolly first wanted proof that Dunn was indeed dead, she tabled that idea for a while.

She said to Johnny “You sure you put a bullet in his head?”

            Johnny insisted he had done the job right, but Dolly would not be mollified until she saw Dunn’s dead body herself. So Johnny took mom on a little family trip to the marshes in Staten Island, where he showed Dolly Dunn’s unbreathing corpse.

Satisfied, Dolly returned home, and she and her oldest son, Frankie, hammered Andrea with the idea that she should be the one to cough up the twenty grand for Johnny’s “vacation.”

             “Never mind that we were all complicit in the killing and the cover-up, that by asking me for money so that Johnny could flee, they were entangling me in this mess in ways which none of my considerable connections could extract me,” Andrea said.  “On top of that, I was faced with the ultimate reality – that I had condoned the killing of another human being.”

Although she was conflicted, Andrea gave Johnny the cash he needed to go into hiding. In a few months, when he returned from his self-imposed exile, Johnny “Bubblegum,” his moniker on the streets, had become known as a certified whacko, who would blow out your brains if you so much as looked at him cross-eyed.  

Things started to go sour for Reiter when an informant fingered him as a huge supplier of cocaine in New York City. Hearing he might be arrested soon, Reiter hurried to Andrea’s apartment. With him he lugged a large box loaded with cash — reportedly $350,000 — for Andrea to keep in case he needed to make a fast break from the law.

A few days later, Reiter discovered he would be arrested in a matter of hours (Gotti’s crew had moles all throughout law enforcement and especially in the New York City Police Department).  Reiter rushed to Andrea’s apartment, grabbed his get-away cash, kissed her farewell, and made a beeline for the West Coast.

Two months later, the FBI tracked down Reiter hiding in a Los Angeles Holiday Inn. He was extradited back to New York and charged with distributing $240,000 in heroin every other week from 1982 to 1987. Also arrested in the same case were nine other men, including Gene Gotti, John Carneglia, and Edward Lino, the cousin of Andrea’s old paramour, Frank Lino.

Andrea visited Reiter in jail, but he complained her visits were too sporadic. Andrea figured Reiter had a wife and children, and who knew how many other girlfriends, so where did she figure in the process?

Andrea did go to the courtroom for the opening arguments in Reiter’s trial, but that was the last time she saw Rieter.

She decided, “It was time to cut my losses and move on.”

Andrea did move on; never bothering to look in the rear view mirror.

In January of 1989, after nine months in court, Mark A. Costantino of District Court in Brooklyn, declared a mistrial in the trial of the ten alleged drug dealers, including Reiter. The reason for the mistrial was that someone close to the defendants was able to discover the identities of at least five jurors, whose names were supposed to be kept secret by the court. The United States Attorney for the Eastern District of New York, Andrew J. Maloney, told Judge Costantino that one juror had  “been approached and is now compromised. He was bought and paid for. He was in the bag.”

In addition to the in-the-bag juror, another juror, Gary Barnes, was dismissed from the case a week earlier. The original reason given for his dismissal was that Barnes was not a United States citizen, and therefore, was not qualified to be a juror.

However, according to sealed testimony, after Barnes had been dismissed from the  jury, he returned to work and was approached by a co-worker, Mel Rosenberg. Rosenberg offered Barnes a new car if Barnes would tell him “what the jury was thinking.”

A third problem surfaced when a man, known only as “Juror No. 4,” asked to be dismissed from the trial because he lived within “walking distance” of the Bergin Hunt and Fish Club, in Ozone Park, Queens, which was John Gotti’s headquarters and a frequent hangout the defendants, including Mark Reiter. Juror No. 4 did not say any threats had been made, nor had he been offered money by the defendants, or any friends of the defendants.

However, the  implication was clear. Juror No. 4 didn’t want anything to do with convicting a member of John Gotti’s crew. He clearly feared for his life.

Undeterred at the turn of events, United States Attorney Mahoney told the judge the Government was ready to proceed with a new trial “immediately.”

On August 26, 1988, five of the defendants, including Marv Reiter and Gene Gotti were convicted of racketeering and conspiracy, both of which carried a maximum 20-year sentence. In addition to the racketeering and conspiracy charges, Reiter was convicted under the so-called “drug kingpin statute” of running a continuing criminal enterprise, which carried a minimum sentence of 10 years in prison and a maximum penalty of life without parole.

In October, Reiter was sentenced to enough jail time to last several lifetimes: 260 years. Andrea had now lost one very rich boyfriend, and was in danger of having her lavish lifestyle reduced to those of mere mortals.

Joe Bruno on the Mob – Andrea Giovino – Part 4

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This was a recurring theme that would endure through Andrea’s future predicaments. No matter how bad things got, and no matter if her antagonists were mobsters, or the law, Andrea knew the Silvestri family had her back.

In a few months, Andrea was back in the nightclubs, not particularly on the prowl for a man, but not nixing the idea either. To support her son, Toby Jr., Andrea had gotten a job as a waitress in a ritzy Italian restaurant in Manhattan. This led to a part-time gig as a runway clothing model, which further enhanced her income.

Then came the position she had been waiting for: a waitress at Vinnie the Frog’s illegal gambling club, where she could meet well-healed gangsters on the make.

In an episode of the Discovery Channel’s I Married a Mobster, Andrea said, “Every man in the neighborhood is a potential husband, but no one demands more respect than a mobster.”

One of her special customers, who always left her a $100 tip, was Frank Lino, then a top-ranking mobster in the Bonanno Crime Family.

Lino was one of the gangster-types Dolly Silvestri had in mind as a match for her daughter. He had grown up in the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn, and by the time he was 17, Lino was a member of a vicious gang of young local mobsters called “The Avenue U Gang.” Lino climbed the organized crime ladder, and in 1977, at the age of 40, he was inducted into the Bonanno Crime Family. His capo was Alphonse “Sonny Red’ Indellicato, whose son, Anthony “Bruno” Indellicato, would later become a thorn in Andrea’s side.

Lino was a “short, stocky thug with a bald head that looked like a dirty tennis ball.” He was ostensibly a school bus driver for Local 181 of the Amalgamated Transit Union, and working under the mob-controlled bus company: The Atlantic Express Transportation Corporation, located in Port Richmond, Staten Island. However, the only time Lino showed up at Atlantic Express, was once a week to pick up his “no-show” employment check.

Andrea was only 21, when the 45-year old Lino took a shine to her at Vinnie the Frog’s.

It started with an innocent date. Lino hired a limo and took Andrea to a Manhattan Broadway theater show. But before she agreed to the date, Andrea told Lino she was interested in a platonic relationship only, and with a wink, Lino said O.K.

After the show, Lino dropped Andrea off at her Brooklyn apartment. He departed at the front door with  a simple kiss on the cheek, and a reminder from Andrea about where their relationship was headed, which, in Andrea’s mind, was basically nowhere.

All was fine and dandy, until Andrea reported to work at Vinnie the Frog’s gambling joint the following day. Before she even got a chance to say hello, Vinnie the Frog took Andrea on the side.

Vinnie the Frog told her, “Sorry Andy, but I have to let you go.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on here?” Andrea said.

Vinnie the Frog said Lino had told him he didn’t want any girlfriend of his working.

“Ask Frankie Lino,” Vinnie the Frog said. “You talk to Frankie Lino if you have a problem with this.”

 Confused and more than a little pissed, Andrea contacted Lino, but Lino told her he was too busy to talk about the situation.

In a few days, Lino made an end-around attempt at securing Andrea as his arm candy. Instead of dealing with Andrea directly, Lino summoned her older brother, Frankie, who had a little drug-selling business on the side, without kicking up the proceeds to any particular Brooklyn crime family. Frankie Silvestri thought Lino was about to put the bull on him concerning his drug-dealing, but instead, all Lino talked about was Andrea.

After his meeting with Lino, Frankie sat Andrea down and told her, in no uncertain terms, that Lino wanted her as his girl, and that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Hearing about her daughter’s good fortune, and not wanting Andrea to screw up a beneficial situation for her family, Dolly Silvestri stepped in to apply more pressure. Dolly figured, Lino wanting to keep her daughter was a wonderful thing. It would add prestige to the Silvestri family, and would also increase the family’s net worth, since it was well-known on the streets that Lino was generous with a buck.

Andrea was conflicted. On one hand, she enjoyed being an independent woman able to take care of her son. On the other hand, being Frank Lino’s girl meant better schools for her son and a much better grade of department stores to do her shopping.

“I truly felt I needed to do this (date Frank Lino), because I felt that it would help my family,” Andrea said.  “I would be able to help my child. I would be able to have the finer things in life.”

Andrea, and her family, were safe under Frank Lino’s umbrella. In addition, Andrea’s standard of living took  a dramatic leap. As a perk of being his girl, Lino provided Andrea with transportation and the needed cash to go on extended shopping sprees.

“I was able to go in a limo into Manhattan,” Andrea said. “Go to places like Saks Fifth Avenue.”

Lino had five children of his own, and he never pressed Andrea to provide him with more offsprings. Instead, Lino gave Andrea an education in the finer things of life; how to shop for the best clothes, and where. On their first Valentine’s Day together, Lino bought Andrea a 1978 Mercedes Benz 450 SL convertible. As further expression of his admiration, Lino bought them both matching platinum Rolex watches.

Lino even went so far as to bring Andrea into his confidence. Whenever his cronies came to a meeting in Lino’s Marine Park home, Lino insisted that Andrea stayed in the room while the mobsters discussed family business; including the sale of drugs. If anyone said they were uncomfortable with that arrangement, Lino would give them the dead-fish-eye look and say, “Don’t worry, she’s with me.”

Even if Andrea wasn’t in love with Frank Lino, her  life was wonderful in very other aspect. That is, until Anthony “Bruno” Indelicato, also known as “Whack-whack” entered the scene. Indelicato’s father, Alphonse, was Frank Lino’s boss, so Frank Lino had to deal with the cocaine-addicted Bruno with kid gloves.

            One night, Bruno paraded into Lino’s second-floor club on Avenue U with one of his mob associates. The two pals were banging down the drinks pretty good (and periodically absconding to the bathroom to do a little coke), when two broads entered the club; one of them sobbing like a two-year-old child. The crier hovered over Bruno; giving him the business. Bruno just ignored her, and finally a waiter came over to Bruno’s table and dragged the young lady away.

However, the female sobster was not finished.

The girl stormed Bruno’s table again, hurling invectives.

Bruno‘s face turned red and the veins bulged in his neck. He jumped from his seat, grabbed the girl by her coiffured hair, and dragged her to the front door of the club. Like a farmer disposing of a sack of wheat, Bruno’s flung the girl down the flight of stairs. She tumbled to the bottom and lay there, whimpering. Luckily, she didn’t break her neck.

Andrea rushed to the front door, and she saw the girl crumpled on the floor one flight below. Andrea had mixed emotions. On one hand, the girl had done something very stupid: she had bad mouthed a known psycho in front of people. On the other hand, Bruno had reacted like a lunatic, and Andrea had seen first hand what could happen to a girl on the fringe of the mob if she misbehaved, even one time.

For Andrea, it was a lesson well learned: if you want to stay alive and healthy around wiseguys, always be on your best behavior. One mistake, and it could be curtains.

            From this point on, Andrea tried to avoid Bruno like he had bad breath. However, that was impossible, since Bruno and Lino were in the same crew, and Bruno and his skinny wife, also a big-time nose-candy Hoover, were constantly in her and Lino’s presence.

The situation came to a head one night when Andrea was in Florida, staying at Lino’s vacation home. Also along for the trip were Bruno and his wife. In the midst of their vacation, Andrea became sick with the flu. As a result, Lino hit the Florida nightspots without her.

While Andrea was sleeping, Bruno stormed into the house; desperately seeking cocaine. Bruno dashed upstairs into Andrea’s bedroom and began ransacking the dresser drawers, searching for a stash of the white powder. After coming up empty, Bruno accosted Andrea, who had just awakened from a deep sleep. Bruno demanded Andrea tell him where the coke was hidden. 

 “He was on top of me. I picked up the phone and bashed him in the fucking head,” Andrea said in Discovery Channel’s I Married a Mobster. “I started fighting like a wild tiger. Thank God my girlfriend Julia came back at that time. He heard her and he jumped off of me and ran out the back door of the house through the sliding door. I never, ever told Frank Lino what happened, till this day, in that room. Never.”

(This statement is in direct opposition to what Andrea said in her book Divorced From the Mob. In her book, Andrea claimed she told Lino about Bruno attacking her in bed.)

After this frightening incident, Andrea decided she had had enough of the mob. Being escorted around town in a limo and shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue was just not worth the aggravation.

Andrea struggled with how to break the news to Lino. An to further muddle things, Andrea had met another man named Michael, who was a legitimate businessman with no mob connections.

(Another contradiction from Andrea’s book versus her appearance on television. In her book Divorced From the Mob, Andrea calls this man “Michael.”  But on Discovery Channel’s I Married a Mobster, she refers to  the same man as “Carmine.” In either case, his last name was Giovino. For the purpose of this book – we’ll stick to “Michael”)

Andrea figured if she broke up with Lino, Michael’s financial status was on par with Lino’s, which would allow Andrea to live the same life financially; using clean money rather than polluted cash.

However, before she broke the news to Lino, Andrea sought counsel with her mom, which did not turn out too well.

Dolly demanded an explanation, and all Andrea could come up with was that she was not in love with Lino. Dolly looked at her daughter like Andrea had three eyes.

“What’s love got to do with it?” Dolly said.

Andrea told Dolly her mind was made up, and that was that.

Andrea approached Lino with the only logic she knew: the truth.

She told him. “You told me one time you had 500 guys under you. Do you want me to cheat on you and then I’m going to wind up dead? Do I deserve that?”

Frank Lino shrugged his shoulder and reluctantly cut her loose.

Joe Bruno on the Mob – Andrea Giovino Part Three

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The Bagato incident transformed Andrea’s way of interpreting her sexuality. Her body was filling out, and she suddenly realized if she played her cards right, she would have men eating out of her hands. From this point on, Andrea stopped being a little girl and started acting like a world-wise woman. Andrea gradually changed from an innocent, to a conniver; albeit a conniver on a small scale. Men were there to be used by women, and if Andrea didn’t take advantage of this biological phenomenon, well then shame on her. The law of the streets is that you use whatever you can, to get whatever you can; legally, or illegally. Andrea wanted the better things in life, and now she knew the avenues she would have to travel to get what she desired.

However, Andrea didn’t comprehend how winding and fraught with dangers that road would surely become.

While still in her mid-teens, Andrea got a job at Bohack Supermarket, taking care of the cash register; and that she did. Although Andrea didn’t actually stuff her hands into Bohack register and pull out loads of green; the stealing was simple. Either her mother or one of her siblings would enter the supermarket, fill up their shopping cart, and slip over to Andrea’s cash register. Some items Andrea would ring up; other items bypassed the register.

Thievery of this magnitude  can only go undetected for so long, and soon Andrea was out of a job and her family went back to paying for their groceries. But not in Bohack.

By the  time she was sixteen, Andrea, or “Andy” as the nightclub crowd called her, was a regular in the local Brooklyn discos. Forget about the laws that said you couldn’t drink in joints with liquor licenses until you were eighteen. In Brooklyn in the 1970’s, and even in some neighborhoods in Manhattan and in the other boroughs, bartenders asked for I.D. as often as the Chicago Cubs won the World Series. The deal was this: if you were from the neighborhood, and especially if you were a girl who attracted male customers, it was like Bill Clinton’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” police with gays in the military. The local cops were in on the deal, taking payoffs from the bar owners to look the other way, or maybe not to look at all.

It was at one of these clubs the 17-year old Andrea met her first love Toby, who at 25, was several years older than Andrea. As far as love affairs go, Andrea was still wet behind the ears when she fell for Toby, who wasn’t even a connected guy, much less a mobster, whom her mother desperately wanted Andrea attached to, for the sake of family pride; not to mention the cash benefits that come with the gig. The good news was that Toby’s parents had a few bucks themselves, and this mollified Dolly; just a little bit.

However, one thing led to another, and two years later Andrea was pregnant. When she told the now 27-year-old Toby about her delicate condition, Toby’s reply was something like, “I’m not ready to be a father.”

However, Dolly Silvestri would not let her daughter give birth in an unmarried condition.  She got together with Toby’s parents and laid down the law – Dolly style. As a result, instead in front of a priest in a Catholic Church, a shotgun marriage was performed by a minister in Brooklyn.

To Andrea’s dismay, Toby was right when he said he wasn’t ready to be a father. In fact, Toby wasn’t ready to be a husband either. In April of 1975, Toby Jr. entered this world, but being a father was the last thing on Toby Sr.’s mind. One thing led to another, and soon the married couple separated and were in the process of getting a divorce.

One bright Sunday afternoon, after Andrea had moved back with her parents and the final divorce decree was pending, Toby Sr., who wasn’t too bright to start with, stopped at 689, not to see his son, but just to cause trouble. Two of the more imposing Silvestri brood, Andrea’s brother Frank and her brother-in-law Billy, just happened to be there, awaiting Dolly Silvestri’s signature Sunday family meal.

Toby entered the home, busted past a surprised Frank and Billy, and rushed at Andrea, who was standing in the background. Toby threw an overhand right, that Andrea blocked with her forearm.

Frank and Billy rushed Toby and knocked him to the ground without much trouble. Frank picked Toby up like a rag doll, lugged him through the kitchen and threw Toby into the backyard; like a bouncer body-slamming a bum outside a bar.

Then the beating began.

By the time Frank and Billy were finished kicking, punching, and choking Toby, he looked like he had fallen from a plane.

Scratch husband No. 1.

Joe Bruno on the Mob – Andrea Giovino – Part 2

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By the time she was in the sixth grade, Angela was tall for her age and rather pretty, but somewhat of a tomboy. She played stickball and stoopball and porchball, but as a tribute to her girlish side, she also played potsy , a New York City term for hopscotch. She also sang and danced, and she played the lead role in the school play Annie Oakley, for which she received high acclaim from the staff at St. Rosa Lima.

When she was fourteen, the tall, lanky Andrea started  filling out in all the right places. To help support the family, Andrea got a job working the register at Bagato’s Italian Pastry Shop on Thirteenth Avenue in Brooklyn. The pay was off –the-books and sometimes included free day-old bread, which she took home to the delight of her mom (if you pop day-old bread into the oven for a few minutes, it tasted like it did when it was fresh).

The working conditions at the bakery were favorable, and the  Bagato family was friendly enough. Although Mr. Bagato, a short stocky man in his 40’s (aren’t all Italians?) spoke little English, he made Andrea feel like one of his brood.

Bagato’s Bakery was in Benshonhurst, several miles away from 689. During the weekdays, Andrea took the subway to get to and from work. But on the weekends, when her father was off from work, Frank Silvestri would take the trek to Thirteenth Avenue to pick up his daughter.

One Saturday, before the 5 PM closing, Mr. Bagato asked Andrea to help him out in a storeroom in the back of the store. Because of Mr. Bagato’s broken English, Andrea wasn’t sure what help he had needed. Andrea had never been in the back room before, so Mr. Bagato led the way. When they finally arrived in the back room, Mr. Bagato turned toward Andrea, and he held in his hand an erection the size of a large cannoli.

Andréa had never seen a man’s penis in a rigid state before, and it frightened her as if Mr. Bagato  had held a .38 pistol in his hand. Mr. Bagato grabbed one of Andrea’s wrists and tried to make her touch his thing, but Andrea would have no hand in that. She bolted free from Mr. Bagato’s clutches, and made a beeline for  the front door, where she ran right into her father, who was ringing the bell wondering what was taking his daughter so long.

Seeing Andrea’s flushed face, Frank Silvestri asked his daughter if everything was alright. Andrea said everything was fine, but her demeanor said different. Angela was a quiet as a church mouse on the way home, and her father was none the wiser.

When she arrived at 689 , her mother took one look at her and realized something was wrong. Andrea ran upstairs to her bedroom, and minutes later, her mother entered the room.

Andrea immediately spilled the beans about Mr. Bagato, showing the bruises on her wrist as proof. More than a little pissed, Dolly Silvestri ran down the steps and broke the news to her entire brood; including Andrea’s brother in-law Richie, who was roughly the size of Bruno Sanmartino.

The angry folks stuffed themselves into two cars, and made a mad dash to Bagato’s Italian Bakery. Once inside the bakery, the Silvestri family went on a rampage; knocking the baked goods on the shelves to the floors, turning over cases of food, and breaking whatever they could get their hands on.

While her minions were busy trashing the joint, Dolly went face to face with Mrs. and Mrs. Bagato; calling him names in two languages; most notably “child molestor.” Mrs. Bagato seemed confused and annoyed, but Mr. Bagato looked mostly scared. Finally, the rowdy Silvestri crew exited the premises and returned to their headquarters at 689.

Then for some reason, Dolly Silvestri forgot the laws of the streets which she had previously strictly adhered to, and did the unthinkable: she took Andrea to the police station. There, Andrea, at the urging of her mother, told her story to a detective, showing the bruises on her wrists as proof of Mr. Bagato’s  advances.

To the consternation of Mrs. Bagato (who should have been angry at her husband but only seemed angry at the law), Mr. Bagato was roused by the cops and marched to the police precinct to answer to the charges. Fire in her eyes, Mrs. Bagato accompanied her husband.

Once inside the precinct, Mrs. Bagato took charge. After first trying to physically attack the Silvestris (she was held back by the fuzz), Mrs. Bagato cried blackmail. She said her husband was faithful to her and wouldn’t think of touching a 14-year-old girl. Mrs. Bagato told the detective the reason for the complaint was that the Silvestris were putting the bite on the Bagatos, who were obviously well-off financially.

While Andrea took in Mrs. Bagato’s diatribe, she figured she rather be anyplace in the world rather than sitting in court listening to Mrs. Bagato impugn her family. This is when Andrea became old beyond her years. Once safely back at 689, Andrea convinced her mother having Mr. Bagato arrested would cause them problems they didn’t need. Dolly, probably figuring it would destroy her street rep if the news got out she ran to the cops instead of the local wiseguys, grudgingly agreed to drop the charges against Mr. Bagato.

Joe Bruno on the Mob – Andrea Giovino – Part One

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Numerous women have been seduced by mobsters; have been nothing but eye candy to show off in front of other thugs, on booze and drug-fueled nights on the town. These women have been treated like Queens, then beat up and cast to the curb, without even a kind word or a penny compensation for months, and sometimes years of meritorious service to the cause.

Very few of these women have defied mobsters and lived to tell about it. One woman who did survive the mob world is Andrea Giovino, who endured not one, but three rocky relationships with notorious gangsters. When she was caught in a tangled web and facing big-time in the slammer, Andrea  successfully defied and bullied the New York Attorney’s Office.  Andrea is now living a secure life, prospering in the legitimate world.

This is her story.

Andrea, the sixth oldest of ten children, was born to Dolly and Frank Silvestri, at 689 Second Street (called by the family just “689”), between Avenue F and Ditmars Avenue in Brooklyn. Her father was a hard-working truck driver, who gambled heavily on three-legged horses and sports teams who inevitable came in last in their division. Andrea’s mother, Dolly, was a five-foot-three-inch spitfire, who gambled as much as her husband (maybe more), and cursed worse than a drunken sailor on leave in Times Square. The family gambling problem inevitably led to an incessant shortage of food in the Silvestri household. When Andrea was only five, Dolly forced her to become a sneak thief, which provided Dolly’s sizable family with their early morning nutrition.

These excursions started at 5 AM, when Dolly would wake her daughter, dress her properly, and then point her to, and out the front door. Andrea knew what to do next: steal whatever she could get her tiny hands on from outside the local businesses, and then run like the dickens back home.

Andrea wrote in her book Divorced From the Mob – My Journey From Organized Crime to Independent Woman, “My mother was smart. She knew something about these early morning raids. One: at 5 AM, the deliverymen had just made their rounds. That meant sitting out on the sidewalk in front of Friedman’s, the neighborhood corner store, were stacks of trays with bread, and donuts, milk and other food. Two: Since I was the youngest and a girl, sending me made the most sense. After all, who would want to see a little girl arrested for stealing food for her family?”

Always in the red, Dolly was eager to make an illegal buck any way she could. Using her parlor as a showroom, Dolly sold stolen goods, which she bought off neighborhood thieves for a small fraction of their numerical value, then resold them at  a nice profit. In addition, if a neighborhood thug needed a place to stow his guns, or his ill-gotten gains, Dolly’s happy home would accommodate him too; for a fair price, of course. Dolly also hosted illegal dice and card  games; under the control of various Brooklyn mobsters, including Crazy Joe Gallo (in 1972, Crazy Joe exited this earth in a hail of bullets, while dining at Umberto’s Clam House in Manhattan’s Little Italy).

When Andrea was seven, the local police raided 689. Her husband, Frank, was safe at work, but Dolly was led away in handcuffs; kicking, cursing, and screaming to the local lockup. Dolly continued her tirades at the precinct, and after the police had had enough of Dolly’s mouth, Dolly was not charged with any crime, and released from custody. Frank Silvestri was also not charged, but that ended Gambling Day at 689 Second St. in Brooklyn.

When Andrea was eleven, her parent’s lack of cash led to cold, harsh reality.

During the midst of an especially frigid winter, the furnace at 689 belched and coughed, and ceased to blow hot air. The city had just suffered a terrible snow storm, and when it snowed, truck drivers like Frank Silvestri were temporarily out of work. No work meant no money, which caused the Silvestri furnace to stay unfixed, until the streets were clear enough for Frank Silvestri to return to work. With the inside of 689 colder than a witch’s heart, Andrea and her siblings were sent to the scattered homes of assorted relatives. Andrea overheard discussions of which kids would go where, and for how long. And maybe for forever.

Andrea said, “We had no idea how long this exodus would last, and my parents seemed so indifferent about my welfare, I had no idea if they even wanted me back after this crisis was over, or if when the spring thaw came would I be back home. I was sure if my siblings voted on it, I would be out.”

Luckily for Andrea and her siblings, in a few weeks the  furnace was repaired, and all the Silvestri kids were back home in their cozy nest at 689 ruled by mother Dolly.

Angela was a decent student at St. Rosa Lima Catholic grammar school, and her favorite subject was Catechism. In Catechism class, the nuns taught Angela to be more like Jesus; to turn the other cheek when antagonized. The only problem was that Dolly Silvestri preached to her children to do the exact opposite thing. Going by the laws of the streets rather than the laws of the church, Dolly taught her ten children if someone abused them to punch with both hands, until their antagonists were bloodied, beaten, and forevermore – bulldozed. Dolly’s thinking was, if her children didn’t fend for themselves, they’d get abused every day and they might as well stay home; and Dolly didn’t need that.

Because of the Silvestri family’s economic condition, the kid’s clothes were sometimes little more than rags, and their shoes had more holes than a colander. The Jewish students at a nearby Yeshiva school did not have that same problem, and were quick to taunt the Catholic kids, who were were not in their same fiscal condition.

One day, while Angela was passing the Yeshiva neighborhood school, the taunts about her clothing and religion rained on her in two different languages. The English part Angela understood, and it did not make her happy.

So what was a young Catholic girl to do? Obey the nuns and walk away? Or listen to Dolly, and flail away at the odd-looking kids, who was dressed in depressing black, with yarmulkes dumped on their heads and comical-looking curls running down both cheeks.

This was an easy choice, and when Angela finished with her fists, one boy, the son of a Rabbi, looked like he had just gone ten rounds with Muhammad Ali.

This did not please the Rabbi too much. Imagine the nerve of those Catholics.

After discerning who had made minced meat of his son’s face, the Rabbi, with his son in tow, made a trip to 689.

Andrea said, “I was home when Ma opened the door, and I was afraid of what she would do to me as I was what she would do to them.”

The Rabbi had his say (well, most of his say), but it paled next to Dolly Silvestri’s tirade.

“You get the fuck out of here,” Dolly said. “Your son-of-a-bitch son was picking on my little girl.”

Then Dolly started flapping her hands like a lunatic and cursing with words  the Rabbi hadn’t a clue as to their meaning. The Rabbi’s face reddened and his son’s knees turned to jelly. Luckily, the Jews were able to exodus the Silvestri residence without needing a trip to the hospital, and little Andrea was never taunted by the Jewish crowd again.

So much for the teachings of the nuns.

Book Reviews – “Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks and Other Creeps-Volume 4″

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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars BRUNO DOES IT AGAIN, February 20, 2013


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Just when you think you’ve read everything there is about NYC mobsters and gangs, Bruno comes up with more. Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks and Other Creeps-Volume 4 is another must have for the true crime collector. Bruno is the real deal when it comes to historical crime in the big apple.


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5.0 out of 5 stars A great way to spend 99 cents…, January 17, 2013


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“Mobsters, Gangs, Crooks and Other Creeps-Volume 4″ is a great way to spend 99 cents. Bruno makes some great points about the Feds going after the decimated Italian Mob in America, when they should be concentrating on terrorists.

Also, I didn’t realize there were so many crooked cops in New York City, but I know that tradition goes all the way back to the late 1800′s.

All in all this book is a fun read. But maybe not so much, if you are a NY City cop.


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4.0 out of 5 stars Mobsters, gangs .crooks Vol.4, January 27, 2013


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The book was informative and fast reading, Joe Bruno did a great job. Read volums 1,2,and 3 already and looking forward to his next vol.


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4.0 out of 5 stars Palermo, Godfathers, and the Squadra Antimafia, February 24, 2013


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This is the history extention of crimes and criminals tied to the mafia. A detailed synopsis of the brotherhood of the Costra Nostra is not an engaging subject. Brought before the turn of the twentieth century into the United States from Sicily and Italy, the tentacles built of bones and blood were extremely fertile and ever greedy, able to entice and incorporate new members and victims.
We have learned of Castellano, Gambino, Genovese, Valachi, Riesel, DeLuca, Colombo, Franzese, Soprano, Johnny Dio, Jimmy Hoffa, Thomas Farese, Whitey Bulger and his girlfriend, Catherine Greig. These are only a few names attached to heinous crimes. Many became involved because of intimidation, threats, pitiful living conditions, pride, need and greed.
The twin desires of money and power overshadowed and trapped men who finally realize that the Blood Oath lasts a lifetime. And, the Secrecy Oath meant no talking ever, to law officials or anyone not associated with the brotherhood under penalty of death. Death for self, wife, daughters, sons, parents, cousins, uncles or even aunts. No one receives a “get-out-of-jail” pass.
The brotherhood would back and protect their own, but the price, after warnings of broken bones, was the ultimate. The web spread to incorporate much of the United States. The Capos and Godfathers could not be lenient. If they detected weakness, it was labeled as being traitorous. Originally, this life carried glamorous overtones. To penniless waifs, the seduction was irresistible. But, insatiable greed fosters cruel repercussions. The monsters maim, then slaughter weaker subjects. This fact has been verified many times in many horrific ways.
This book by Joe Bruno, and his insightful forerunner books, should act as clear preventive warnings. These are cutting edge, real life horror stories, not inventive fantasies. Swallow bitters, take the medicinal pill, go to bed, and try to ignore the fact, that evil does exist, and vendettas destroy everyone.



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