Sidewalk Soldier
Daidone was born in Broad Channel, Queens in a home on Cross Bay Boulevard earning him the nickname "Louis Crossbay". He is a paternal blood relative of Philadelphia crime family mobster Albert Daidone.
In the early 1980s, Daidone became a made man, or soldier, in the Lucchese family, working with the Brooklyn faction of the family. Daidone soon gained a reputation as a tough enforcer and "sidewalk soldier" who was involved in loansharking, extortion and drug trafficking activities. He worked under consigliere/Brooklyn faction boss, Christopher "Christie Tick" Furnari and was close to capos Vittorio "Vic" Amuso and Anthony "Gaspipe" Casso, who dominated the Brooklyn faction. Daidone owned a bagel shop, "Bagels on the Bay" in Howard Beach, Queens, that he used as a headquarters for his crew. Daidone's crew was involved in loansharking, extortion, racketeering, narcotics distribution, and murder.
In 1985, Lucchese boss Anthony "Tony Ducks" Corallo was convicted of racketeering in the Mafia Commission trial and sentenced to life in prison. Corallo's acting boss was Anthony "Buddy" Luongo, but he disappeared in December 1986, possibly murdered by family rivals. With Furnari and Casso's approval, Corallo made Amuso the new Lucchese boss. Amuso then promoted Casso, his closest advisor, to underboss and Daidone to capo in the Queens wing
On March 25, 1988, Daidone and his associates robbed an armored truck belonging to the Rapid Armored Truck Company in New York. The Lucchese family netted $1.2 million from this heist.
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