In July 1993, inside Anthony Spero’s Brooklyn social club, Paul “Polly Brass” Gulino, a crew leader still waiting to be made, put both hands on a veteran Bonanno captain and shoved him. Spero, a…

The argument started the way so many others had, with Paul Gulino convinced he had been slighted and Anthony Spero refusing to give him the respect he believed he had earned. It was July 1993, inside Spero’s social club in Bath Beach, Brooklyn. The room was full of men who understood exactly who Spero was. Known as “the Old Man,” he was a veteran Bonanno captain, a feared consigliere who had served near the top of the family and briefly acted as its boss.

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He did not need to raise his voice to control a room. Gulino raised his. Then he put both hands on Spero and pushed him. For one second, no one moved.

Gulino was not a made member of the mob. He was an associate desperate to become one. Spero was a formally initiated member, protected by the rules of Cosa Nostra and recognized as part of the Bonanno administration. Touching him aggressively was not merely disrespect.

It was an attack on the organizational structure itself. Gulino had spent years committing crimes, leading a violent Brooklyn crew, and proving his willingness to kill for the family. Now, in a single reckless moment, he had put his hands on the man whose approval he needed more than anyone else’s. Spero did not hit him.

He did not draw a weapon. He turned quietly and walked out of the place. That silence should have terrified everyone in the room. Anthony Spero did not need to fight Paul Gulino himself.

He only needed to decide that Paul no longer existed. Less than two weeks later, two of Gulino’s closest friends arrived at the house where he lived with his parents. Paul let them in. One of them asked him for something to drink.

Gulino turned his back and walked toward the kitchen. The friend followed, drew a pistol, and fired into the back of Paul’s head. Gulino fell. The shooter stepped closer and fired a second shot into the side of his skull.

The killers left him on the kitchen floor for his parents to find. The man who pulled the trigger was Joseph Calco, a member of Paul’s crew, a childhood friend, and one of the few people Gulino still trusted after realizing the mob might be coming for him. But the shove alone had not sealed Paul’s fate. What happened afterward was far more dangerous.

Gulino began telling men he wanted Anthony Spero dead. He thought he could strike first. One of those men carried the threat straight to the Bonanno family. The mob did not send a stranger to kill Paul Gulino.

It turned his friends against him. This is the true story of Paul Gulino. How an ambitious Brooklyn criminal built a crew whose members treated one another like brothers. How they robbed, dealt drugs, and committed violence while waiting for their reward from the Bonanno family.

How Gulino got close enough to Anthony Spero to believe he had earned a place inside the mob. And how the man who wanted respect from the Old Man ended up dead because he forgot that no associate could challenge a made member and expect friendship to protect him. Paul Gulino grew up in the Bensonhurst and Bath Beach neighborhoods of Brooklyn. The area was packed with row houses, bakeries, social clubs, restaurants, and families that had known one another for generations.

Children grew up recognizing the men who stood outside certain clubs. They saw expensive cars arrive without understanding the business that financed them. They watched neighborhood criminals receive respect from shopkeepers, bartenders, and men twice their age. For young people searching for an identity, the mob seemed to offer everything ordinary life lacked: money, fear, recognition, and a path from being just another kid in the neighborhood to being someone whose name changed the mood of a room.

Gulino wanted that transformation. He was known as “Polie Bras,” a nickname that reflected the confidence and aggression that defined him. He was not content to profit from the margins of the mob. He wanted to belong to it.

That meant becoming a made member. Formal membership required more than friendship with gangsters. A candidate needed Italian ancestry, a recommendation from a made member, and approval from the family administration. He also needed a strong reputation.

A man could prove himself through earning, silence, and service. In Paul’s world, violence could push a name to the top of the list faster than patience ever could. Gulino gathered a group of young men who shared the same ambition. The organization became known as the Bath Avenue crew.

It was not an official mob crew led by a recognized captain. It was closer to a farm team. Young associates committed crimes, generated money, and took on dangerous work in the hope that the Bonanno family would choose some of them for induction. The core members included Paul Gulino, Joseph Calco, Thomas Reynolds, James Candra, and Fabio DeFrancesco.

Others moved around them as the group expanded. Many members marked their loyalty with tattoos of numbers on their ankles. Paul carried the number one. The number represented his position in the group.

He was the leader, but it also represented the pact that bound the group together. They were supposed to rise together. If Paul became a made member, he could bring the others closer to the family. His promotion would provide protection, introductions, and access none of them could secure alone.

That made Paul’s ambition the crew’s ambition. They followed him because they believed his success would become their success. Their command post was the neighborhood itself. Pizza restaurants, cars parked along Bath Avenue, apartments where money could be split, basements where stolen goods could be stored, and social clubs where older Bonanno figures could watch them without officially taking responsibility for everything they did.

The crew made money through robbery, drug dealing, theft, and violence. They targeted both criminals and legitimate businesses, because robbing a drug dealer offered two advantages. The victim had cash or drugs, and he was unlikely to report the full truth to police. But robbing criminals carried another risk.

The target might belong to a larger organization. Stolen drugs might actually belong to a made member of a mob family. A location that got robbed might be protected by another family. Every job could bring money or a death sentence, depending on who stood behind the victim.

That was why the crew needed Anthony Spero. Spero represented authority. He could provide protection when disputes reached the Bonanno family. He could decide whether the Bath Avenue boys were useful or reckless.

He could introduce them to men who controlled larger criminal enterprises. Most importantly for Paul, Spero could influence the decision to put his name up for membership. Anthony Spero had spent decades developing a different kind of power. He worked quietly.

He was known for raising pigeons and spending time at his Brooklyn social club rather than chasing attention. His ordinary appearance concealed his true standing. Spero survived the eras of Joseph Bonanno, Carmine Galante, Philip Rastelli, and the internal conflicts that damaged the family again and again. He understood that the loudest gangster was not always the strongest.

A mobster who displayed every emotion gave enemies free information. Spero preferred to listen. By the early 1990s, he had concluded that the Bonanno family had been weakened by prosecutions, internal betrayals, and the damage done by the Donnie Brasco infiltration. Top leaders had gone to prison.

The family had lost profitable businesses. It needed young partners willing to earn and commit violence. But it also needed discipline. The Bath Avenue crew offered both sides of that dilemma.

The young men were bold enough to carry out dangerous jobs. They were also reckless enough to create new investigations, personal disputes, and murders the administration did not necessarily order. Paul tried to prove he could control them. He developed a relationship with Bonanno soldier Joseph Bonanno Jr.

and moved among figures connected to Spero. He also received training from Thomas “Tommy Karate” Pitera, one of the most violent Bonanno members of his generation. Pitera’s reputation would impress any young associate seeking recognition. It also placed Paul near a criminal world where murder was treated as professional experience.

Gulino believed his record had earned him official standing. He had led men. He had brought in money. He had proven his willingness to work.

But induction never came. The delay became an insult in Paul’s mind. Every additional assignment seemed to bring another promise that went unfulfilled. Every made member he served became evidence that the family was using him without letting him in.

That was the trap of being connected to the mob. The family never had to promise promotion. It simply allowed an associate to believe the next robbery, collection, or killing might finally be enough. The associate kept working because quitting meant admitting that years of risk had produced nothing.

Paul had invested too much. His reputation, his friendships, his freedom, and perhaps lives taken on behalf of men above him. The longer the family delayed, the more desperately he needed the promotion to prove those sacrifices had meaning. Spero watched that desperation.

A patient associate could become a valuable soldier. A desperate one could become dangerous. Paul began acting as though his importance should already be recognized. He wanted direct access to Spero.

He wanted explanations for decisions. He wanted the respect given to men who had completed the induction ceremony. But Cosa Nostra did not recognize how important Paul believed himself to be. It recognized rank only.

Anthony Spero was part of the administration. Paul Gulino was still just an associate. That difference remained absolute no matter how many men followed Paul on Bath Avenue. The tension finally reached Spero’s social club.

Federal case reports described an argument between the two men. The conversation was not preserved word for word, but the meaning was clear. Gulino believed Spero had ignored or insulted him. Spero saw an associate challenging authority.

The argument grew louder. Then Paul crossed the line. He pushed him. In ordinary life, pushing an older man during an argument might lead to a fight, an apology, or a criminal complaint.

Inside the mob, the act threatened the entire system. A made member’s protection depended on everyone accepting that he could not be struck without consequences. Allow an ambitious young associate to push a member of the administration and walk away, and every soldier watching would begin to reconsider the value of rank. Spero did not need revenge for himself alone.

He needed the organization to believe the rules still stood. He turned his back on Gulino and left. That response may have given Paul false confidence. Spero had not fought him.

No one had shot him inside the club. Perhaps Paul believed the old man had decided to ignore the incident. The men around them understood something else. Spero was postponing his response.

Gulino seemed to realize the danger shortly afterward, but he did not respond with an apology or by disappearing. He began discussing killing Anthony Spero. It was no longer just a rash push. Paul was considering assassinating a prominent Bonanno leader.

Perhaps he believed Spero had already marked him for death. Perhaps he believed killing the old man first was the only way to survive. Perhaps he also believed that replacing fear with a successful attack would prove he was powerful enough to force the family to accept him. Whatever the motive, discussing the plan created the final betrayal.

Paul revealed the idea to people inside his inner circle. Joseph Calco heard it. Calco faced an impossible choice. Paul was his friend and his crew leader.

Spero represented the crime family they had spent years trying to join. If Calco stayed loyal to Paul and the plot failed, the Bonanno family might kill everyone connected to the Bath Avenue crew. If he warned the family, he would have betrayed the man who had treated him like a brother. Calco chose the mob.

He went to Joseph Bonanno Jr. and made it clear that Paul wanted Anthony Spero dead. Bonanno said he would pass the information to the old man. The next day, he returned with the answer.

Polie had to be eliminated. According to Calco’s later testimony, the order was immediate. Gulino had to be killed that very day. Speed was critical.

Once Paul had spoken of killing Spero, every hour he remained alive was a danger. He could recruit another gunman. He could disappear. He could attack the social club.

The family wanted him dead before he realized Calco had betrayed him. Calco and Thomas Reynolds were chosen because Paul trusted them. The selection followed a basic principle of the mob. The hardest targets were not defeated by confronting them as enemies.

They were defeated by using the people they allowed close. Paul knew violence well. He knew the family might retaliate. He would have watched for unfamiliar cars.

He might have carried a weapon around men he did not know. But Joey Calco and Tommy Reynolds were his own people. They had committed crimes together. They had planned their futures together.

They had treated Paul’s attempt to become a made man as the first step toward recognition for all of them. If they showed up at his door on a Sunday morning, Paul had no reason to believe the murder contract had arrived. The two men went to the house where Gulino lived with his parents. Paul let them in.

There was no break-in, no struggle at the front door, no masked men rushing through the rooms. The scene began like any other visit between friends. Calco asked Paul for a drink. The request created the opportunity.

Gulino turned and walked toward the kitchen. He turned his back on the man who followed him because he trusted him. Calco drew the pistol and fired into the back of Paul’s head. The first shot dropped the crew leader to the floor.

Calco moved closer and fired again into the side of his head. Two shots erased one friendship. One problem was solved for Anthony Spero. Calco and Reynolds left the house.

They left Paul’s parents to discover what the Bonanno family had done inside their own home. The location made the betrayal crueler. Gulino was not killed during a robbery. He was not attacked outside Spero’s club after another argument.

He died in the place he considered safest, because his killers were two men he never expected to fear. The murder also sent a message to the surviving Bath Avenue members. The crew belonged to the Bonanno family only when the family found it useful. Their tattoos promised loyalty to one another.

But the oath of the mob stood above that promise. When Paul challenged Spero, the friends he expected to lead into membership helped eliminate him instead. After the shooting, Calco met with Anthony Spero. According to testimony later given in federal court, Spero greeted him warmly.

A kiss, an embrace, then words of approval: “You’re a good man. ” That praise was the closest thing Calco received to official recognition for what the murder accomplished. He had killed his friend to protect the old man. But Calco did not become untouchable.

He did not rise into a safe career inside the mob. He kept committing crimes and eventually became involved in more violence, drug trafficking, and arson. The life he had chosen to protect by killing Paul kept turning against him. The Bath Avenue crew also began to collapse.

Members were arrested. Others cooperated. Old friendships became evidence inside federal courtrooms. James Candra later described the crew and its crimes to the government.

Calco eventually became an informant while facing the possibility of spending the rest of his life in prison. The man who had betrayed Paul for the mob later betrayed the mob for himself. That was how prosecutors finally tied Gulino’s murder back to Anthony Spero. In May 1999, federal authorities arrested Spero and charged him with racketeering conspiracy, including murders, gambling, and loansharking.

The case included the deaths of Louis Tuzzio, Vincent Bickelman, and Paul Gulino. The government argued that Spero used young associates to commit violence while keeping his distance from the actual crime scenes. Calco became the key witness in Paul’s murder.

He described Gulino’s anger, the plan to kill Spero, the conversation with Bonanno, the order that Polie had to be eliminated, and the Sunday morning when he followed his friend into the kitchen and fired twice.

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