Eighty-four years ago last night, also a Sunday, Nick Luciano, called “Cheeks” because of a long scar on the right side of his face, was invited to a small dinner party at a “grimy” lower Eastside restaurant. After nearly a year of seclusion in Bayonne, NJ Luciano gladly accepted the invitation. You see, the reason Nick was in Jersey was because he squealed on some former gun toters he palled around with which ended up with them going to the chair. These guys had friends and Nick knew they weren't going to let bygones be bygones.
So into New York Nick went. The party, consisting of four other men and three women,
was going well and all seemed to be having a good time when at 4:00am
the next morning an undetermined number of men entered the restaurant
and made their way to the back room where Luciano and his cohorts were
having their fun. The men approached the party and pulled out pistols.
Knowing Luciano’s history, the men and women who were a moment before
partying with him all quickly vacated the premises and left “Cheeks” to
his fate. Once they had him isolated the gunmen opened up and perforated
Nick with twenty bullets.