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

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

“Seven hundred dollars is not worth our shins!” “Would you sit down

Carmine chuckled, a deep, gravelly sound. “See, the guarantee was for the boat . Not the water. The water’s what sank it. That’s an act of God. Read the fine print, Vin.” It’s the principle

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.