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

“No,” Vinnie replied, tucking the money into his shirt pocket. “I got documentation. Balls are for guys who don’t have paper trails.” vinnie and mauricio

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.” Carmine stared at Vinnie

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. “No,” Vinnie replied, tucking the money into his

“Seven hundred dollars is not worth our shins!”

He handed it over. Carmine read it. His licking stopped.

He patted his pocket. “Now let’s go get my fishing hat. It floats.”