Reseña del libro "Johnny Toracio: Salerno Crime Family Boss (en Inglés)"
True Crime #1 Best Seller about Salerno Crime Family Boss, Johnny Toracio, and his associate, Carlo Juliano. “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 Toracio. “In this life, you grow up with your friends lying, deceiving, stealing, cheating, and manipulating other people, then eventually you turn on each other. There is no honor among thieves. You’re only as good as your last envelope full of cash. Today’s bosses will call you their best friend, but be late with an envelope, and see what happens. It doesn’t matter how much you brought them in the past – even if it was hundreds of thousands of dollars. These days it’s all about greed and money. You can argue greed and money are what drive a legitimate business. However, in business, you don’t fear for your life, and you don’t carry two handguns to protect yourself. I spent many years in the Salerno Crime Family of New York City, and now I am out. Everything is different now, and my life will never be what it used to be.” - Carlo Juliano. The Life that Chose Me. My name is Carlo Juliano. It was October 10, 2009. I heard a gunshot and thud hit the ground behind me. I turned around and saw my dad on his back with a blank stare. I lost my breath as a cold shudder ran down my spine. In a few minutes, my life changed forever. A mob hit man murdered my dad on a public street in broad daylight. Earlier that year, my mom overdosed on heroin. At 14 years old, I was orphaned and homeless. In the aftermath, I felt scared, afraid, anxious, rejected, alone, unloved, and depressed. I figured out how to survive by stealing food like candy and bologna at local grocery stores, and then eating it at a nearby park on a bench. I slept in unlocked parked cars on neighborhood streets. Every now and then, I woke up in the middle of the night in tears staring at the moon and stars.I wondered, “What happened to my life?” Two months later, it was a cold, crisp night with light flurries during the holidays. I wandered the streets aimlessly trying to distract myself by looking at decorations in shop windows. I walked past a bar owned by Johnny Toracio several times. He sat at a table inside alone near the front window looking out at the street. He was an important person in the neighborhood. Each time I passed, my grief-stricken eyes met his thoughtful gaze. A few minutes before midnight, he opened the front door intercepting my path and calmly lit his cigarette. He took a deep drag and squinted his eyes looking intently at me. December 24, 2009 JOHNNY: Hey kid, I knew your mom and old man. Where are you going? CARLO: I don’t know. JOHNNY: Come in here for a moment. It is cold outside. How are you doing? CARLO: I’m alright. JOHNNY: Where are you sleeping tonight? CARLO: Nowhere. JOHNNY: I’m getting ready to leave. You’re sleeping here. The place is yours tonight. I’ll grab you some blankets and a pillow. Here are the keys to the back door. Leave the front door locked. There is food in the bar fridge. I’ll check on you tomorrow afternoon. I have to visit my ex-wife’s house and kid in the morning. If you need to leave, go through the back, and lock up. There is a mattress in the room on the right in the back. Here are the remotes for the televisions above the bar. I got to go, see you kid. Why are you smiling so big? CARLO: I met you. JOHNNY: You met me? Hey, what are you doing for dinner tomorrow night? CARLO: Nothing, I’m wide open. JOHNNY: You want to come to my mother’s house? I’m heading over there.
