Vinnie And Mauricio ❲95% QUICK❳

Mauricio stopped pacing. His mouth fell open.

Carmine stared at Vinnie. Rocco looked at Joey. Joey shrugged.

“I can’t sit,” Mauricio whispered. “Vinnie, this is a bad idea. Carmine ‘The Lips’ Scalise doesn’t forget. You don’t just ask for your money back.” vinnie and mauricio

Just then, the back door creaked. Carmine “The Lips” Scalise—so named for his habit of licking his lips before every lie—filled the doorway. He was a mountain of a man in a shiny suit, accompanied by two smaller mountains named Rocco and Joey.

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.” Mauricio stopped pacing

“Would you sit down?” Vinnie muttered, holding the barrel up to the light. “You’re makin’ me seasick.”

Then Vinnie did something unexpected. He smiled. “You know, Carmine, you’re right. Fine print. I respect a man who knows his contracts.” He folded the receipt, put it away, and pulled out a second piece of paper. “That’s why I brought this.” Rocco looked at Joey

“Vinnie,” he gasped. “I thought we were dead.”