#1 Bestseller by Carlo Juliano (True Crime). TRUE-LIFE story of notorious Mafia killerJohnny Toracio and his associate Carlo Juliano from the Salerno crime family in New York City.Orphaned and homeless in New York City at 14 years old, Carlo Juliano lived on the streets to survive until a local crime family boss, Johnny Toracio, gave him a job, a place to live, and a mentor for his new life as a gangster. For the next few years, Carlo flourished on the streets of New York befriending leaders of construction scams, art theft rings, drug cartels, biker gangs, extortion rackets, gambling, and cybercrime. "A lot of people talk about heaven and hell. I know where I'm going. I have a lot of friends down there, and I sent a lot of my enemies there too. They will all be waiting for me. You can put money on that."- Johnny ToracioSample from Book: Johnny told me a story about one of his associates, Lucky Charms.Johnny boasted, "Did you hear the story about how I got the club manager in line from Manhattan the other night when he disrespected Lucky? Lucky had a girlfriend who wanted to quit as a bartender in a joint that was connected to another family. She asked him to come with her when she told the manager she wanted to quit. When she tried to quit, the manager yelled at her, "You ain't going anywhere. Get back behind the bar." Lucky stood up for the girl and told the manager, "She's done working here, and that's it." The manager challenged Lucky, "Who the hell are you? Get out of here before I put a gun in your face."Lucky replied, "Look, you don't know who I am, and I don't know who you are. How about we handle this through our people? I'll go to my boss, and you can go to your boss. This will all get sorted out. I know Johnny from 101st avenue."The manager didn't believe Lucky knew me.He attempted to call Lucky's bluff by saying, "I don't care who you know, and I don't care about Johnny! I am not afraid of Johnny."Lucky told the manager, "Ok, no problem, I am going to leave."Lucky went straight to me. After he described what happened, I told Lucky to take me to see the manager. When we arrived, I walked in slowly wearing a long black overcoat. I knew he would recognize me immediately.The manager shrieked like a little girl, "Look, I had no idea! I thought your friend was bullshitting me! I am sorry! Please, I don't want any problems! I meant no disrespect!"In the back of the bar, I saw a door open with stairs behind it. I pointed to the door. and calmly told the manager, "We're going down to the basement."The manager walked in front of me. How scared was he? Who knows what he was thinking.He winced in pain when he nervously bumped into the doorway.When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, I told him to turn around.I stared at him and he looked down on the ground. I pulled out my .357 revolver.His lip twitched.I ordered, "Get down on your knees." Then, I jammed my revolver in his mouth.His eyes developed a tearful gaze.His jaw shook uncontrollably. I declared, "I don't care who owns this place. I want $500 a week out of here. Do you understand?"That little girl wasted my time making me come out there to visit him. Now he had to pay.He couldn't go to anyone to protect him. He was fucked. I remember when a friend of mine used to rob banks, he looked at it as a regular job. He used to say, "There is no room for error in my work. If other people screw up at their legitimate jobs, then they get fired or reprimanded. If I screw up, I go to jail for over 10 years or I get shot. When I went into this, others told me the odds of getting away with robbing a bank my first time was 80%. I thought those odds were pretty good. I felt supercharged the first time I got away with it. I kept doing it - that was my demise. Eventually, the odds stacked up against me and I got caught."
