Franky approached Sal with a sneer as the large man lit another cigar.
“So what you think? This kid for real?” Franky questioned.
Sal looked back at Franky, very seriously.
“I thought this kid was just fucking with me and balling my daughter to get close to me, but now I think he really don’t know about me and his old man’s past,” Sal puzzled.
Sal walked to the window, a sinister glare on his face. His eyes followed Joey from above as the red of the young man’s vest slowly moved down the street and disappeared into an alley.
Sal puffed his cigar.
“By the time he figures it out, if he ever does, he’ll be locked up in the pen sharing a cell with his old man. If he survives.” Sal chuckled.
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