The Sixth Family: The Collapse Of The New York Mafia And The Rise Of Vito Rizzuto

On May 5, 1981, three rebellious member of New York's Bonanno crime family were gunned down in a Brooklyn social club. One of he gunmen was Vito Rizzuto, a man who would rise to the top of the underworld in Canada and then expand across continents to become a global superboss.

"The Sixth Family" reveals the hidden history of the rise of the Rizzuto clan, the alliances it forged around the world and the bloody events that led to charges against Vito Rizzuto in the United States and Italy for racketeering and corruption. As police in the United States, Italy and Canada notions about the nature of authority within the Mafia were called into question. Who was this so-called "John Gotti of Canada"? How did he become one of the biggest names in global crime?

Picking up where the best-selling hardcover edition of "The Sixth Family" left of, Lee Lamothe and Adrian Humphreys expand the story to tell of Rizzuto's aggressive but losing battle to thwart American justice and present in-depth coverage of Rizzuto's New York trial. In the wake of Rizzuto's extradition, police in Quebec carried out Project Colisee, a sensational sweep of the underworld that netted 80 suspected members of the Sixth Family's criminal and financial network in an effort to declaw the Mafia.

Is Rizzuto's near-perfect Mafia coming to an end? Or is the underworld legend simply to powerful to fall?

"A Machiavellian mystery tour of the mob underworld. Essential reading... for anyone concerned about the intrusion of traditional organized crime into every facet of our society."
--"The Globe and Mail"

"With a reporter's eye for details and a novelist's gift for storytelling, the two authors lay bare theRizzuto family's inner workings and international connections."
--"The Record" (Kitchener)

From "The Sixth Family," according to witness testimony:

"BROOKLYN, MAY 5, 1981"

"We were in the closet. We all had our weapons loaded. We sat there and waited for the doorbell to ring," said Salvatore Vitale, a slender New York mobster known as Good-Looking Sal. "We left the door open a smidge to look out."

The ringing of the bell at the private social club's entrance signaled the arrival of the first of the invited guests. Vito Rizzuto crouched low, peeking out from his vantage point. Through the swelling crowd and loud chatter from tough men all accustomed to having their say, Vito kept his eyes on one man, Gerlando Sciascia, a fellow Sicilian who was a long-time Rizzuto family friend.

Breathing deeply beneath his mask, Vito watched for the secret signal that would draw him from the closet, a signal that came when Sciascia slowly ran the fingers of his lean, right hand through the silver hair on the side of his head. That simple act of preening brought mayhem to the social club and radically changed the balance of power.

"Don't anybody move. This is a holdup," Vito said as he confronted the roomful of powerful mobsters, his words muffled by a woolen ski mask pulled down over his long, thin face. Despite those words, this was not about robbery. Nothing would be taken but three lives and the rights to an underworld throne.