The Sudden and Tragic Death of Nicholas Lombardo

When Richard Corsaro met with us in a warehouse within the city of Newark, New Jersey I wondered what was going on. Only a select few people came to the meeting. Guys like Michael Calabro, Salvatore Gaggi, Joseph Castone, and a few other guys that might have been worth a mention. Standing there at the time with my loyal friends and killers Cole, and Axl we thought someone was getting Made or something like that. Those thoughts we entertained for a brief moment were quickly dashed when I received a note from the guy I enforced, Rich Corsaro. What it said was that if I really wanted to make my bones I would have to do something for him. That thing that I needed to do, was have Nicholas Lombardo killed. The orders wouldn't be questioned, I joined up with Richard so that I could push people out of his way in order for him to get to the top. He was a smart guy, and my crew and I were more than efficient killers. We were damn near a plague in this town, blotting out anything that moved against us or got in our way.

Killing Lombardo in a family business wouldn't be easy, so during the drive Axl, Cole, and I did a little brainstorming on just how to go about killing the guy. At first we thought to just go in guns blazing, but that might result in some unwanted and unnecessary deaths. The next option was to wait for him to leave, snatch him and take him to a more quiet place for a swift execution. Neither of the two ideas seemed like the best for the job. We wanted to go about this with more tact. By the time we crossed into Queens from Brooklyn we realized just what to do. Cole was a trained and sniper, his rifle was in the back and we could silence that baby. All we needed to do was find a good vantage point from which to fire upon. We would worry about that when we got there. Soon enough, I made the turn onto Queens Boulevard. The street wasn't bustling at all, there were four or five cars currently going down the street. We kept track of the numbers of the buildings and houses that we passed until the restaurant came into view. Right away we saw a figure heading right toward the entrance of the restaurant. While at a far enough distance away Cole who was sitting in the backseat used the detached rifle scope to get a closer look on the man making his way into the pizzeria. "Yeah, that's gotta be him." Cole said, and as soon as the last word left his lips he put down the scope and spotted a building across the street with a good vantage point of the front of the restaurant. "We'll go around the back, up the escape to the roof." I said, noting the sign on the building that said condemned. It was the perfect place to set up a snipers nest. Only a minute had passed and we were already in the alleyway behind the building. The fire escape looked to be in good shape, obviously it wasn't the fire escape that was condemned. Once we got out of the car, Cole with his scope in hand popped the truck of my charger and pulled out a long case containing his rifle with the shit that normally came with it. The three of us then headed up the escape. Of course we observed our surroundings while heading up, and there was no one around to check us out. Immediately once on the roof, we all ducked and stayed low. There was enough cover that we could duck and not be seen. The only thing left was for Cole to take out his rifle, quickly attach the scope and silencer and take aim on the door. Only the silencer was slightly visible from down below, and the black color of it blended in well with the roof. There was no doubt that anybody from down below would not notice anything up here. "Once you have the shot, put him down." I said coldly, speaking to my man quietly as he looked down the scope. Adjusting it as he looked down at the targets suspected exit point. The wind was calm, but even with a bit of bad wind Cole could make the shot. Within the next couple of minutes our man came back out the front entrance of the pizzeria. "Got the shot." Cole said confidently. Nicky walked right out of the front door of the place without a clue as to what was happening. So I obviously had to see for myself. Slowly but surely I peered over the roofs wall and watched as our mark walked out of the front door. As soon as he did, all I heard was a chirp. Nicky Blades was hit right in the chest, red mist sprayed from the wound and he fell to his knees. The next shot caught him right between the eyes, the entry wound wasn't that bad but the exit was. It sent brain matter and lots of blood onto the doors of the pizzeria. As I watched a large grin came upon my face. With screams in the foreground we made our escape, Cole quickly packed all of his shit up including bullet casings and the three of us hustled down the escape. Thirty seconds flat we made it back to the car. With me at the helm, we slowly pulled out of the alleyway. Calm and orderly we drove down the street the opposite way from the restaurant. Smooth sailing now, the job was done successfully.

Very well spoken sir.

A pleasure to read, I hope to hear more from you soon.

a great story...need to post more

awesome story man. i wish i could write like taht. u need to poest mroe man. ur very very good. hope to seee more storys from u mate.

Mr. Pirazzi is deceased. However I would imagine his strory-telling genes have ben passed on to his next of kin. Indeed a good story

A very good read however t does lack in how you have presented it, for example the way you wrote it is all bunched up with very little punctuation.

Also what would be better is if you were to write in paragraphs