“Vinnie,” he gasped. “I thought we were dead.”
Vinnie set the gun down and adjusted his glasses—thick, black-framed things that made him look like a retired accountant, which he was. “It’s not about the money, Mauricio. It’s the principle. He sold us a leaky rowboat and called it a ‘waterfront investment opportunity.’ I want my seven hundred dollars.” vinnie and mauricio
There was a long pause. Rocco cracked his knuckles. Joey stared at a spot on the wall. “Vinnie,” he gasped
Slowly, Carmine reached into his jacket. Mauricio flinched. But Carmine only pulled out a thick roll of cash, peeled off nine hundred dollars, and slapped it into Vinnie’s palm. It’s the principle
“You got balls, glasses,” Carmine said. “I’ll give you that.”
“Would you sit down?” Vinnie muttered, holding the barrel up to the light. “You’re makin’ me seasick.”
He handed it over. Carmine read it. His licking stopped.