Stephen Caracappa (l) and Louis Eppolito (r)
By David Amoruso Posted in 2006 Copyright © www.gangstersinc.nl “I kept a sawed-off shotgun in my locker for just such occasions. It fit snugly under the folds of my trench coat. I spotted Frankie sitting at a card table walked up behind him, stuck the barrel in his mouth, and ordered him to his feet. “bye motherfucker” was all I said , and he lost…
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