Page 94 of The Enforcer's Revenge
Tony turned to Carlo and held out his hand in a way most people wouldn’t with a known enforcer. “Tony.”
Carlo shook it, looking pleased instead of insulted. “Carlo.”
“I know.” Tony arched an amused eyebrow. “I heard things.”
“No doubt.” Nova laughed and gestured to the table. “You play poker?”
Tony nodded. “I do alright.”
“Pull up a seat, brother,” Carlo offered and picked up the deck again. “We’ll deal you in on the next round.”
That was an amazing offer on Carlo’s part.
He didn’t invite just anyone to sit down and play cards, but Carlo had a soft spot for the bastardi of Cosa Nostra.
“I don’t want to interrupt your game.”
“Man, you’re not interrupting anything. The Zu fucking cheats anyway.” Carlo replaced the two cards Tino threw away. “Sit.”
“Fine.” Tony smiled, making him look handsome and pleased in the sunlight. “But let me buy you coffee first. All of yous.”
“Yeah, cool.” Tino nodded ’cause he never turned down free coffee. “Macchiato. Tell Pietro it’s for me. He knows how I like it. Extra creamy, extra sweet. Don’t let the new guy make it.”
“Caffe doppio,” Carlo ordered before he looked to Tino. “You’re gonna get thick if you keep sucking down all those macchiati with extra milk and sugar. Why don’t you just fucking drink it black like the rest of us?”
Tino grabbed his dick through his jeans. “Milk this, motherfucker. I’ll drink it how I want. You’re not my personal trainer.”
But Nova complained, “Tony, you don’t have to do that. They can buy their own coffee. I can, too.”
Tony put a hand to his chest. “It’s the least I can do.”
Nova considered him and then threw three cards away before he said, “Okay, grazie. Surprise me.”
“You got it.” Tony didn’t complain about having to decide what drink to buy for the Zu. Very slick of him, but no one said Tony didn’t have amazing game.
When he walked off, Carlo gave himself two cards, picked them up, and then looked at Nova. “I think he’s looking for a job. That guy would suck your dick if you asked him to.”
“He might,” Tino agreed as he threw a ten in. “It’s certainly not off his menu, especially if he got something out of it.”
“He’s gay, right?” Carlo looked hopeful. “He didn’t, like, fuck Lola or anything?”
“We’re not doing this,” Nova whispered and then threw a twenty into the pile. “I raise you.”
“Cazzo.” Tino folded his cards and tossed them next to Carlo. “I’m out.”
“You didn’t answer me,” Carlo noticed, the game forgotten as he stared hard at Tino.
“I don’t know everything Lola did. Ask her if you’re so curious.”
“You said he’s gay!” Carlo shouted.
“I never said that,” Tino snapped at him. “I said dick wasn’t off his menu.”
“I already said we’re not doing this.” Nova leaned forward, speaking in low, angry Italian, “I’ll have the old man put you on septic duty for every construction site from Brooklyn to New Jersey if you bring this up in front of him.” He turned back to Tino. “Now tell him Tony didn’t screw Lola.”
Tino stared at Nova for one hard second and said in an obedient, monotone voice, “Tony didn’t screw Lola.”
“Okay.” Nova nodded. “So, we’re good.”
