Vinnie And Mauricio [ ULTIMATE ⚡ ]

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.”

“You got balls, glasses,” Carmine said. “I’ll give you that.” vinnie and mauricio

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.” Carmine chuckled, a deep, gravelly sound

“No,” Vinnie replied, tucking the money into his shirt pocket. “I got documentation. Balls are for guys who don’t have paper trails.” The water’s what sank it

There was a long pause. Rocco cracked his knuckles. Joey stared at a spot on the wall.

“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.”