bookmaking and loan sharking operations. Abbatemarco owed Profaci fifty thousand dollars and either couldn’t pay it or didn’t want to pay it. On November 4, 1959, Abbatemarco was shot inside a tavern in the Carroll Gardens section of Brooklyn. While not happy about the murder, the Gallo’s understood that Abbatemarco had disobeyed Profaci. What really infuriated the brothers, however, was Profaci giving Abbatemarco's valuable rackets to his buddies instead of to the Gallo’s. They expected it would be theirs, they felt they deserved it. With the support of Genovese capo Anthony “Tony Bender” Strollo, the Gallo crew turned against Profaci. That’s when I was contacted by Crazy Joe. He, along with his brother Larry, are made men but the third brother, Albert “Kid Blast”, was never initiated. You know this - because they’re made, they can sit in on a commission meeting and have a voice. They still have some power but because they’re on the run, they have to watch their backs, can’t take chances on being seen in the streets, so their earnings have dropped. They’re havin’ payroll problems. The amazing thing is that their crew is still fiercely loyal to them and itchin’ for a fight. They don’t leave their sides. They’ve gone to the mattresses. The way they look at it, they’re broke and being hunted. Think about the bosses of the other families - all the money in the world and being hunted. The Gallo’s have nothin’ to lose and with all this shit going on, I’m between a rock and a hard place. The old man helped me out when I was in prison. Him and Tarzan looked after me, and Ernie treated me like a son, so I feel obligated. By helping him, I’m helping Joey and Larry, but at the same time I know I’m making enemies. When I became head of this family, Ernie acted as my consiglieri, always gave me profound, solid advice. He had tremendous insight, always had his finger on the pulse of what was happenin’ on the street. His advice helped me get where I am today. I’m neutral now and wanna stay that way. I’ve had no intentions of gettin’ us involved in this war, but I also understand that we might not be able to avoid it. Let’s look at it logically: we have a large family with a lot of soldiers and I don’t think the other families will want to take us on.”
Trenchie was listening to what Yip was saying. He knew that a Mafia family in NY is a gang ranging from 75 to 1,000 me n , all of Italian descent and many related by blood. These men are all bound by a blood oath and organized into squads under the command of capos, who like good soldiers take their orders from the families Boss and underboss . “ I think they’d be crazy to try, but if they did, it would mean a lot of blood shed and a huge loss in revenue. I don’t think they can afford that. In the meantime, I’m allowing some of Joey’s men to stay in a few of my places. That includes this club and Red’s place. I may have to justify my decision with the heads of the other families at some point in the future, but I don’t care. I was always loyal to my friends and I intend to remain that way. So, Trenchie, it seems that you may have gotten out of prison at the wrong time. You might have just jumped from the frying pan into the fire. Well, enough of that. You just got out.”
Trenchie was unemotional as he looked at Yip. “Yip, talk to any guy in prison and he’ll tell you there’s never a bad time to get out of jail. As for you remaining loyal to your friends, I can relate to that. You have to do whatever you think is right and no matter what, I’m with you . As for me jumping from the frying pan into the fire, I’m standing in the fire right now. I have no feelings, no fear. Prison does that. It numbs you. Put a gun to my head with your finger on the trigger and I’ll laugh at ya but that aside, I’m with you no matter what happens. And by the way . . . you’re wrong. I got out at the right time because you’re