Vince Domino, King of Smut


As Tough Johnny Rolls (his words) remembers it:

It was the beginning of summer in 1954 when Vince Domino returned to the East New York. His thirteen year stretch at Sing Sing was over. No parole for Vince, he did the full tilt. He’s no rat, he kept his mouth shut.

What other choice did he have? Maybe like Kid Twist, the rat star witness who agreed to talk and took a ten story “fall” out of a window while being secretly “protected” by the cops at the Half Moon Hotel in Coney Island.

Forgetabout it!

They had Kid Twist, but they didn’t have Vince, they’d never have Vince for any Murder charge, but if they ever did, he still would not squeal. He would happily go to old sparky with honor and dignity. His mantra: “I don’t give nobody up.”

Sure, Vince, a target, avoided getting clipped by Mindy Green in the 1941 bloodletting of rat witnesses; and in spite of all that, he still didn’t squeal. Luckily, his “contract work” could not be collaborated by any testifying rat from the crew or anyone else, so no Murder One charge.  That scum bag District Attorney Burton Turkus finally got Vince on some bullshit conspiracy-weapons rap. He did his time, honorably.





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