Page 141 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

Big mistake.

Three of Rocco’s thugs took off at a run.

I guess those tracksuits were good for something.

Three minutes later, Rocco got a phone call on his cell.

“You get him? Good. Where are you? Alright – see you in a few minutes.”

We walked until we found an alley where the three thugs had the drug dealer pinned up against the wall.

His clothes were so-so – it looked like he shopped at the same Armani Exchange as Rocco’s dipshits – but his eyes were rimmed with red, and he kept sniffing like he had a cold.

Classic case:

An idiot who got high on his own supply.

Actually, on hisboss’ssupply, which was his really bigmistake. Besides running.

“Rocco, man, this is all a misunderstanding,” the guy pleaded. “I got your money – I just gotta go get it. See, I got these guys who all owe me a grand, but they’ve been giving me the runaround. I been on their ass all week about payin’ me back. If you go with me, you could, like, scare the shit out of them and get ‘em to cough up!”

Rocco nodded his head like he was listening sympathetically –

And then, out of nowhere, he punched the guy in the jaw.

Might have broken it from the way the guy howled.

A couple of people walking by the alleyway stopped to gawk.

“WHAT THE FUCK’REYOULOOKIN’ AT?!” Rocco roared at them.

They immediately disappeared.

Rocco turned back to the guy. “You owe mesixgrand, you stupid fuck.”

“No – no, it’s only three,” the guy protested.

Although with his broken jaw, it sounded more like,No, ih on-ee hree.

“It was three grand a month ago, before all the late fees. Now you owe six.”

“Rocco – ” the guy pleaded, tears in his eyes.

“Show this piece of shit what happens when he’s late on his bills,” Rocco said to his gang.

That was what they were waiting for –

Probably the main reason they worked for Rocco, the sick fucks.

They kicked the shit out of him.

The guy screamed and wailed and held up his hands to defend himself – but the thugs just broke his fingers as they stomped on him.

I usually had no sympathy for drug dealers, butJesus.When they were through with him, the guy was a mangled, bloody mess on the filthy floor of the alleyway.

“Now you owe 7000,” Rocco said right before he spat on him. “Have my money in two weeks, bitch, or next time we put you in the ground.”

The guy just moaned as Rocco and his boys walked away, laughing and high-fiving.

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