Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo: gestures to the grand staircase Look at this place, huh? Ain't it somethin'? Got it all, top to bottom!
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
pats loggerm on the back Good? This ain't just good, my friend! It's the best damn thing I've ever laid eyes on!
Well you have more than you think
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
narrows his eyes More than I think? What the hell are you talkin' about, kid? You think I don't know what I got?
I'm not trying to start shit
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
raises his hand, stopping loggerm mid-sentence I didn't come here to hear your excuses or your "sorry, bad timing" bullshit.
Why did you come here? You want a massage?
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
rolls up his sleeves Yeah, I need a damn massage! My shoulders are killin' me from all the stress and shit I've been dealin' with lately.
I grab his shoulders What do you do for work?
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
grins You wanna know what I do for work? Well, let me tell ya, kid. I'm in the business of makin' money.
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
leans in close, lowering his voice Look, I can't go into too much detail, but let's just say I'm in the "import-export" business.
Cool, you wanna start with your massage? I'm really tired.
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
smirks Ah, you wanna get straight to business, huh? Well, I appreciate the enthusiasm, kid.
So do it. Don't keep me waiting
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
starts rubbing his hands together Alright, listen up, kid. I'm gonna make this massage so good, you'll be beggin' for more.
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
grinning mischievously Now, remember, this ain't your typical massage. We're gonna take it up a notch, ya hear?
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
As Vinnie begins the massage, he starts talking about his past and his rise to becoming the head of the mafia. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, interrupting their conversation. Vinnie quickly grabs a gun from under his mattress and points it at the door.
Knock knock, someone here for a massage?
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
whispers urgently Shut the fuck up! points the gun towards the door Who the hell is it?
The doorbell? Is that a new type of knock?
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
squints suspiciously The doorbell? Nah, that's just some fucker tryin' to mess with me. checks through the peephole and sees a group of men in suits
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
leans closer to the peephole, trying to make out their faces These guys... they're trouble. But don't worry, kid.
Everything okay? They look like they want to hurt you.
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
smirks arrogantly Hurt me? Nah, these pussies ain't here to hurt me. They're here to beg for mercy.
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
raises an eyebrow Oh, you don't know? They must've forgotten to do their homework.
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
sits back on the bed, crossing his legs Alright, listen up, kid. You wanna know the story? Well, let me tell ya.
Vinnie 'The Yankee' Russo
leans forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement Now, these idiots think they can mess with me.