October 23rd, 1930. Around 8:30 at night. 205 North Colmar Avenue, Chicago. Joe Aiello stepped out of a West Side apartment house where he had been hiding, waiting for a taxi that was supposed to move him one more time. He was 40 years old, nervous, hunted, and thinking about escape. Then the windows across the street came alive.
Thompson machine guns opened from rented rooms. Glass broke. Brick chipped. Bullets crossed the doorway like metal rain. Aiello ran into the gangway, trying to get out of the line of fire. Another gun was waiting from another angle. By the time the street went quiet, newspapers would argue over the exact count.
Some said more than 50 shots. Time said he had 57 holes and more than a pound of lead in him. >> >> Chicago had seen murder before. This was execution by architecture. This was not just another bootlegger getting clipped in a city full of bootleggers. Giuseppe Joe Aiello was a Sicilian immigrant, a grocery importer, a sugar supplier, a family man, and for a brief moment, one of the only men in Chicago stubborn enough to put a price on Al Capone.
The Chicago Crime Commission described him as a major Prohibition era crime leader. The Chicago Tribune called him one of the toughest gangsters in the country. But toughness in Chicago did not mean survival. Sometimes it only meant the other side spent more time planning your funeral.
This is the story of how a man who started with olive oil, cheese, and sugar ended up in a private war against the most famous gangster in America. It is the story of the Unione Siciliana, a benevolent society that became a criminal throne, and a rivalry so violent that even Chicago police could barely keep track of the bodies.
But here is what makes Joe Aiello different. He did not lose because he was weak. He lost because he fought Capone on Capone’s strongest ground, intelligence, fear, patience. And by the time Aiello understood that putting money on Capone’s head had turned his own life into a contract, the gunmen were already watching from the windows.
Joe Aiello was born in Bagheria, Sicily in 1890. His full name was Giuseppe Aiello. When he came to the United States, he joined a family network moving between New York and Chicago. The Aiellos were not street corner stickup men. They were merchants, olive oil, cheese, sugar, ordinary goods on paper, gold during prohibition.
You have to understand what sugar meant in Chicago after 1920. The 18th Amendment had turned alcohol from a legal business into an underground empire. Beer needed breweries, whiskey needed stills. Cheap spirits needed fermenting mash, and mash needed sugar. That made the grocer important. A man with access to sugar was not just selling supplies, >> >> he was feeding the stills.
Here is how the scheme worked. The opportunity was legal commerce. Sugar could be bought, shipped, stored, and resold without looking like a machine gun racket. The inside connection was the neighborhood bootlegger. The small alky cooker, the man with barrels in a basement. The execution was simple. Buy sugar through a legitimate importing business.
Move it through ordinary routes, sell it to illegal distillers. The money came from volume. The problem was obvious. Once sugar became underworld currency, every bag created a question. Who got supplied? Who got cut off? Who paid tribute? Who answered to whom? Aiello understood that better than most. So, did Antonio Lombardo, known as Tony the Scourge, his business partner and later his enemy.
Lombardo was older, polished, politically useful, and close to Capone. Aiello had ambition that burned hotter. He wanted respect, tribute, and most of all the presidency of the Unione Siciliana. The Unione A Siciliana, pronounced O N Y O H N A C C L Y A N had started as a help network for Sicilian immigrants. It promised burial benefits, community support, political access, and protection in a strange country.
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In Chicago, that noble shell became a prize. The president could influence votes, pressure businessmen, settle disputes, collect tribute, and decide which gangsters were legitimate. To outsiders, it looked like a society. To gangsters, it looked like a crown. And that crown killed almost everyone who wore it.
By the middle of the 1920s, presidents and power brokers around the Unione had been shot, replaced, and shot again. The office was supposed to give authority. In reality, it gave every rival a target. Capone wanted the Unione, but he had a problem. He was not Sicilian. He was Neapolitan by family background, and that mattered in the old country politics of Chicago’s underworld.
Capone could not simply walk in and claim the presidency. So, he needed a man who could sit in the chair and still answer to him. Tony Lombardo fit that role. In November 1925, Lombardo became the man Capone wanted in power. To Aiello, that was not just politics. It was an insult. Aiello believed he had earned that place.
He had the family, the business ties, the Sicilian standing, and the money channels. Lombardo had Capone. That one fact changed everything. A friendship turned into a feud. A business partnership became a death sentence, and Chicago’s fragile peace started to crack. But that’s not the crazy part.
At first, Aiello did not attack like a loud street boss. He attacked like a merchant who understood leverage. He looked for the weak point. Capone had bodyguards, armored habits, and a reputation that scared informants silent. But even Capone had to eat. The poison plot is one of the most revealing pieces of the Aiello story.
In 1927, Aiello allegedly tried to reach Capone through the kitchen at Joseph Diamond Joe Esposito’s Bella Napoli Cafe, a restaurant Capone was known to favor. Reports say Aiello offered the chef somewhere between $10,000 and $35,000 to put prussic acid into the soup meant for Capone and Lombardo. Think about that number.
In the 1920s, $10,000 could buy loyalty, cars, houses, and silence. $35,000 could change a working man’s life. The opportunity was routine. Capone trusted certain restaurants. The inside connection was a chef who could get close without a gun. The execution would have been invisible. Soup on a table, poison in the bowl, no getaway car, no shotgun under a coat.
The money was the bribe, paid for a murder that might look like sudden illness if done cleanly. The problem was human fear. The chef talked. Instead of killing Capone, the plan warned him. That was Aiello’s first catastrophic mistake. He had not just tried to kill a rival, he had tried to poison a man whose entire empire depended on proving that betrayal had a price.
Capone answered in language Chicago understood, gunfire. Aiello family businesses were shot up. One attack sent hundreds of bullets into the Aiello brothers bakery on West Division Street and wounded a family member. The message was not subtle. If Aiello could reach Capone’s table, Capone could reach Aiello’s storefronts, brothers, customers, delivery routes, >> >> and sleep.
Here is where it gets interesting. Aiello did not back down. He escalated. He reportedly offered $25,000 to gunmen willing to kill Capone and Lombardo. Then the number rose to $50,000 for anyone who could eliminate Capone. $50,000 in that world was not a rumor. It was a magnet. >> >> It pulled in ambitious killers from outside Chicago who thought the famous Scarface could be turned into a payday.
>> >> The second scheme was the bounty system. The opportunity was Capone’s growing list of enemies. North side gunmen hated him. Independent racketeers feared him. Out of town shooters wanted reputation. The inside connection was Aiello’s money and network. The execution was supposed to be outsourced.
Hire a man from Cleveland, New York, Milwaukee, or anywhere else. Put him near Capone. Let him collect when the job was done. The money was clear. $50,000 for one corpse. The problem was that Capone had his own intelligence service. Frank Nitti, Jack McGurn, and Capone’s paid eyes around Chicago turned Aiello’s bounty into a trap for the men who chased it.
Hit men arrived. Some were followed. Some were identified before they got close. Several ended up dead. The hunter list became a casualty list. Aiello was spending money to hire killers and Capone was spending information to bury them. Remember this name, Jack McGurn. Born Vincenzo Gibaldi, a boxer turned Capone gunman.
McGurn had style, patience, and a professional’s lack of hesitation. He was the kind of man who could sit in a room for hours if waiting meant the shot would be cleaner. When Aiello put out the $50,000 contract, Capone used paid contacts and sent McGurn to intercept out of town hit men. That tells you something important. Capone’s strength was not just brutality, it was surveillance before brutality.
By late 1927, Aiello’s war was spreading. Capone’s side killed or wounded men around Aiello. Aiello’s brothers, Robert and Frank, were gunned down in Springfield, Illinois. Raids found guns, ammunition, and men believed to be connected to plots against Capone and Lombardo. Police arrested suspects.
Bonds were posted, lawyers appeared, men disappeared. This was not a clean gang war. It was a rotating system of ambushes, warnings, revenge, and paperwork. One scene captures the psychology of the whole feud. After police picked up Aiello in connection with murder conspiracy, Capone men appeared near the police station.
Louis Little New York Campagna, a feared Capone bodyguard, was placed close enough to Aiello for the message to be understood. A hidden officer who understood Sicilian reportedly heard Campagna tell Aiello, “You’re dead, friend. You’re dead.” Aiello pleaded for time. He wanted 15 days to sell his stores and house.
>> >> He mentioned his wife and baby. That was the human part. Behind every gangster myth is a man suddenly realizing that his family cannot protect him from the machine he joined. For a while, Aiello ran. New Jersey, New York, Chicago again. He was not just hiding from Capone. He was trying to keep his political claim alive.
The Unione was still the center of the conflict. In New York, Frankie Yale had influence in national union politics and his own reasons to resent Capone. For Aiello, outside support mattered. Then came September 7th, 1928. Antonio Lombardo was shot down in broad daylight near Madison Street and Dearborn Street in the Loop.
His bodyguard, Joseph Ferrara, was also hit and later died. Thousands could pass through that area in a day. That was the point. Lombardo’s murder was not hidden in a back alley. It was a public cancellation of Capone’s Sicilian proxy. No one proved in court that Aiello personally ordered it. This matters.
History is not a movie confession. But police, newspapers, and later historians widely tied the killing to Aiello-aligned forces with North Side help and possible New York influence. For Capone, proof was not the standard. Suspicion was enough. What happened next shocked everyone, even in Chicago. The Unione chair passed again. Pasqualino Lolordo, tied to Capone, took over and was murdered in January 1929.
Then St. Valentine’s Day arrived, February 14th, 1929. Seven men connected to Bugs Moran’s North Side Gang were lined up in the SMC Cartage garage and machine-gunned by killers posing as police. Capone was in Florida and was never convicted for it. But the massacre was widely seen as a Capone operation against the North Side and part of the same web of revenge around Aiello, Lombardo, and the Unione.
Aiello survived that storm, and by 1929, >> >> he finally reached the position he had chased. He took control of the Unione Siciliana. Imagine the irony. After years of blood, after brothers dead, allies dead, businesses damaged, and hired killers buried, Aiello got the title.
But the title did not give him peace. It gave him visibility. At almost the same time, Capone was temporarily removed from Chicago. In 1929, he was arrested in Philadelphia on concealed weapons charges and sentenced to 1 year. He served months at Eastern State Penitentiary and came out in March 1930. While Capone was away, Aiello had room to breathe.
When Capone returned, that room disappeared. By 1930, the pressure in Chicago had changed. Reform groups, newspapers, federal tax men, and the Chicago Crime Commission were turning gangsters into public enemies. On April 24th, 1930, Aiello was named among the public enemies alongside Capone, Moran, and others. That list did not stop anyone from killing, but it changed the weather.
Every move became public. Every arrest became theater. Every gangster needed to look powerful and untouchable. For Capone, leaving Aiello alive created a problem. Aiello had tried poison. He had backed gunmen. He had challenged Lombardo. He had reached the Unione presidency. He had survived too long. Worse, he had shown other men >> >> that Capone could be openly defied.
In organized crime, that is sometimes more dangerous than a bullet. A bullet kills one man. Defiance spreads. Aiello knew the trap was closing. He stayed with Pasquale Patsy Presto Presto Di Giacomo, a close associate and company treasurer at 205 North Colmar Avenue. Reports said he planned to flee to Mexico. His wife and child visited.
That detail may be how his enemies found him. A man can hide his own movements. >> >> It is harder to hide love, family, and routine. The final scheme against Aiello was a surveillance ambush. The opportunity was his hideout. The inside connection was information, possibly from tracking family visits or watching known associates.
>> >> The execution took patience. Men rented rooms across the street. They smoked. They waited. They watched the door. A second firing point covered the gangway. A third suspected position was later discovered. The money was not a bounty this time. It was strategic removal. Kill Aiello and a long rival line collapses. The problem was only timing.
He had to step outside. On October 23rd, 1930, he did. Picture the street. A taxi expected. A man who has lived for months with his nerves scraped raw. The front door opens. Aiello moves out. Maybe he thinks he has one more escape left. Then the first machine gun tears into the night from a second-floor window across the street.
He is hit and runs. That instinct matters. He does not freeze. He tries the gangway. But the gunmen planned for the human instinct to run. Another shooter has the angle. The crossfire catches him. The street becomes noise, smoke, dust, and shattered glass. The forensic details are disputed, but the scale is not.
Historical accounts describe more than 50 bullets fired. Time reported 57 wounds or holes and more than a pound of lead. The Chicago Crime Commission’s archive says he was shot 59 times. Local historical reporting says it was the 61st gang-related killing in Chicago that year. This was not a warning.
This was overkill with a signature. Buster Giacometti disappeared after the shooting and later came forward. Police publicly suspected Capone men. Some speculation pointed elsewhere, including Moran, because Chicago was a city where every murder had layers. >> [snorts] >> But the method, the motive, and the timing all pointed back toward the same reality.
Aiello had made himself Capone’s permanent problem. And permanent problems in Capone’s Chicago did not retire. The aftermath was almost theatrical. Crowds gathered for Aiello’s funeral. Reports described an expensive bronze coffin and heavy floral displays. The man who had spent years trying to become untouchable was now an object in a procession watched by neighbors, police, rivals, and the curious.
His body was eventually laid to rest in Riverside Cemetery in Rochester, New York, far from the Chicago streets that consumed him. What happened to the others? Capone’s reign did not last forever. In October 1931, 1 year after Aiello’s death, Capone was convicted of tax evasion and sentenced to 11 years in federal prison.
The government did not need to prove every shooting. It followed the money. Frank Nitti, Paul Ricca, Tony Accardo, and others would carry the outfit forward. The Chicago machine did not die with Capone. It professionalized. The Unione Siciliana lost the dark magic it once had. The office that men killed for had become a grave marker.
Aiello’s dream of a Sicilian crown in Chicago was exposed for what it was, a chair placed in the center of a firing range. Center of a firing range. Center of a firing range.
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