12-02-2020, 01:44 AM
They finished up Bobby's collections and it was time for brunch. They sat in a rear booth at Bobby's
favorite greasy spoon diner as he demolished a breakfast platter with everything and Geno stared
emptily down into his cup of black coffee.
"It don't always work like dat, but sometimes ya gotta show some tough love."
Geno looked up at his friend to see him smiling between bites.
"So what did ya think? You like it?"
Geno felt shock. "Fuck no I didn't like it, kinda question is that?"
"Good, cuz if ya did I'd be worried."
Although he looked to be enjoying himself immensely, Bobby never truly took pleasure in the misfortune
of others. At least that's what he kept telling himself. Throwin' that beatin' to Stanley wasn't for fun, it was
about maintaining proper relations and staying on top of financial matters. Business.
If they got over on you, it looked bad. Word got out and you became a target. So to keep things upright
you'd have to walk a very thin line. Respect was demanded but the fear was inevitable. These small-time
business owners weren't forkin' over all that money out of love. They knew whose bad sides to keep off
of. Bobby Spinetti was most certainly one of those.
"You think you might want in? Do dis thing full time?" Bobby asked with a mouthful of food.
Geno was greatly concerned with himself that he even had to think before answering. Was he giving in
to the wrong life? Easy money wasn't always clean money. Usually never was. But entertaining spoiled
brats and their entitled parents wore thin on him and he almost didn't care how he got out of it as long
as he did. He never wanted this but here it was; right in his lap.
The crossroads were not only calling, they were screaming.
favorite greasy spoon diner as he demolished a breakfast platter with everything and Geno stared
emptily down into his cup of black coffee.
"It don't always work like dat, but sometimes ya gotta show some tough love."
Geno looked up at his friend to see him smiling between bites.
"So what did ya think? You like it?"
Geno felt shock. "Fuck no I didn't like it, kinda question is that?"
"Good, cuz if ya did I'd be worried."
Although he looked to be enjoying himself immensely, Bobby never truly took pleasure in the misfortune
of others. At least that's what he kept telling himself. Throwin' that beatin' to Stanley wasn't for fun, it was
about maintaining proper relations and staying on top of financial matters. Business.
If they got over on you, it looked bad. Word got out and you became a target. So to keep things upright
you'd have to walk a very thin line. Respect was demanded but the fear was inevitable. These small-time
business owners weren't forkin' over all that money out of love. They knew whose bad sides to keep off
of. Bobby Spinetti was most certainly one of those.
"You think you might want in? Do dis thing full time?" Bobby asked with a mouthful of food.
Geno was greatly concerned with himself that he even had to think before answering. Was he giving in
to the wrong life? Easy money wasn't always clean money. Usually never was. But entertaining spoiled
brats and their entitled parents wore thin on him and he almost didn't care how he got out of it as long
as he did. He never wanted this but here it was; right in his lap.
The crossroads were not only calling, they were screaming.
