Knowing that the Skilatario brothers were out of control in NYC me and Crystalize hatched a scheme to lure the brothers to a meeting in a Bensenville house with the promise of a mob promotion for Leo and having Dario become a "made" member of the Outfit. As we drove away from Leo's south Oak Park townhouse around 2 p.m. on Saturday, June 14 1933 in Dario’s 1928 3414 V8 Cadillac, the brothers started to realized they'd run afoul of boss Sinfest. Instead of promotions me, Crystalize and 10 of our other outfit killers, including Incision, Justin Siegel, LooseShirt, Mason, Whispers, Illammo, HarveyDent, DixieSmall, and Pyro were waiting as the two brothers entered the basement. HarveyDent tackled Dario Skilatario and held his legs while Incision strangled him with a rope. Leo Skilatario asked, "Can I say a prayer?" None of us replied!!! We all kicked, punched, and whacked them with bats all over there body until they were coughing up blood. The brothers' corpses were driven to a cornfield on the outskirts of Jersey City, NJ. by Gangrene and GrimReaper for burial.

After I finished with this job I sat down at a table alongside Sinfest and Pyro. “Nunzeo is going,” Sinfest told me. Pyro already had the murder all planned. The Marchione brothers, Carmine and Sal, were old and trusted friends of Mike Parrono. They’d tell him they needed to meet with him. They’d pick him up and bring him to a bagel bakery on Rockaway Boulevard in the Bronx neighborhood. Crystalize is a part owner in the bakery and would arrange for the place to be deserted. Sinfest was to meet them there. Waiting with him would be Pyro, one of the family’s younger recruit NotSoFastFreddy and fiercely devoted CyrilleLucius.

“After you kill him, go through his pockets,” Pyro instructed. “I want to see whatever he’s got. Any piece of paper. I want to know if this guy’s cooperating.” I nodded ‘yes’. They’d have a body bag ready for the corpse, Pyro said. He nodded his head toward a man at a corner table. Sinfest looked over. He recognized Radiant_Dawn.

On June 21, 1933 Carmine Marchione opened the office door. Parrono stepped into the office, blinking at the sight of the two men. Marchione let out a shout. “Surprise!” he yelled. “Look who’s here!”

As he shouted, Sinfest smashed the sap on Mike Parrono’s head, swinging the heavy cable down as hard as he could. The businessman was solidly built, 5-foot-8, weighing about 200 pounds. He didn’t fall. Pyro reached for his .22. He pointed the gun at Parrono and pulled the trigger. The bullet ricocheted off the Parrono’s head, lodging in the office door.

“The guy had a head like a rock”, yelled Crystalize. Then Pyro pulls out a big snub-nosed gun, a .357. He puts it up to Mike’s head and shoots. Mike Parrono was stubborn to the end. But he was now finished. The three killers watched as he slumped against the wall, then slowly slipped to the floor. He lay there, a gurgling noise coming from his throat. We waited, and then he stopped making the noise, and we knew he was dead.

As per Pyro’s instructions, I bent over the body, rifling the pockets. Sinfest watched as I pulled a thick wad of cash from one pocket. The other pocket held a brown leather item. At first, Sinfest thought it was a wallet, but it was an address book. Mike Avellino passed them to Crystalize for delivery to Pyro. He was ratting us out to the Feds.  These are ways that we send messages out that, if you are a rogue family member you will be dealt with!!

Ilammo was sitting at a nearby diner when he heard the first shots rang out. People stopped what they were doing and started looking around. It was starting to become a norm for guns to go ablazing in this part of NY, but still human instints tell them to be on a lookout. Just in case it was them that was next.

Ilammo was acting as a lookout just in case any feds were around. Sipping on his glass of milk, his eyes was darting all over the street. People were looking around, scurrying to their destination before any misfortune falls on them.

The second shot rang out and that was his cue to get out of there. Ilammo left a 10 dollar bill as tip for the waitress, who by now was starting to tear up and was panicking behind the counter. Ilammo reached into his pocket and grabbed a candy cane that he saved from Christmas and put it in his mouth, like how people place their cigarettes.

"Another job well done. This is why you dont mess those who came from hell. We'll drag you back in." 

 With a smile and a little chuckle, Ilammo disappeared into the shadows.

Crystal was what some might consider a blonde haired, blue eyed darling - if you merely judged the book by it's cover. You see, despite looking like a harmless little 'woman' on the outside, she was far from innocent. Roughly as far as a serial killer would be from becoming a saint. When the time came to deal with the Skilatario brothers, the blonde devil of Sinfest's family had to admit she was on the fence as to how to do so. Her idea had been to shut them both down in the basement of her bakery then burn and destroy their throats from the inside out. Unfortunately that plan was shot down as being a little too sadistic and messy, leaving a pout on Crystal's face as an alternative plan was formed. As long as this alternative plan gave her chance to either beat the snot out of someone, or stand and watch it happen, she couldn't argue too much. 

When the time came to pick up the two brothers, a wicked grin split on her lips as she saw realization slowly dawn on their faces. They had certainly done it this time. There was a reason that Crystal had dubbed Sinfest as the 'King of Hell' -  he did indeed lead a group of Hellions, all whom were quite devoted to their boss. 

As the Skilatario brother's beatings began, Crystalize stood slightly back from the altercation, see as the boys were quite able to carry it through on their own. Not to mention she was quite a bit shorter then most of them. So she simply left them to their 'chore', only meeting with a few of them again when GrimReaper and Gangrene had finished burying the bodies. Not that they were quite dead yet... but they would be... soon...

A week later, Crystal found herself clearing the customers out of the bakery she co-owned with Sinfest - even going as far as to pay a few people to make sure the street stayed quiet. She couldn't risk a single living soul wandering about and stumbling in on what was about to happen. Once she was positive the place was deserted and sure there would be no unwelcome disturbances, she knocked back a few shots of the whiskey she kept stashed. It was nearly her birthday, and she'd rather spend her time drinking, but the boss needed her to get the job done, and what Sinfest needed always came first, no matter what day of the year. 

As the boys waited downstairs for Mike Parrono to enter the basement, Crystal took up a watch behind the counter. As Parrono entered the shop, she noted what a mountain of a man he was. It was only after the boys had finished 'dealing' with Parrono that she found out he'd been ratting out the family to the Feds. Her blue eyes narrowed, as a dark look crossed over her face. She wasn't the type to take particularly kindly to people fucking with the family. Despite her size and her beauty, she could be a force to be reckoned with whenever she got a list of names to be dealt with.