“Tony,” I said in my most sincere voice, “I don’t know Theresa and I don’t know where she is. Sorry.”
“I’ve played poker all my life,” Tony said wearily, “and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. You’ve got to read the other guy’s mind, look at his face and tell what he’s thinking, is he running a bluff on you or does he have the cards? I looked at your face when I told you about this ugly old wop banging her and that she had a good time and you didn’t like it at all. It was a tell. You know her all right and you’ve banged her too. I don’t hold that against you, you’re a man, and any man would want to bang Theresa if he had the chance. You don’t want me to get her back, and I don’t blame you, but now I’m going to up the ante. I’ll give you a million dollars if you’ll tell me where she is and back off, just give me the chance to get her back, and if I strike out she’s all yours, how about it?”
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March 30th, 2007 at 7:48 am
I like your style Capo. You’ve made him an offer he can’t refuse. I would advise though that you hedge your bet just in case she’s fallen for him, too. If he takes the deal, pay him the money, but put him on ice. Have some of the boys sit nicely with him, holding him in wait until you can confirm T still has the hots for you. If not, we ice the guy and get back the cash. Capiche?
March 30th, 2007 at 10:06 am
Fogettaboutit, Tony. No broad’s worth a million bucks or anywhere close. Hell, you’re the Man. Whack this guy and be done with it.
April 2nd, 2007 at 3:10 pm
You two guys are okay. If you ever come to Vegas I’ve got a place for you in the organization.
April 12th, 2007 at 1:26 pm
If I get hold of you, Alablamm, that’s what will happen to you. BLAMM!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m 71 years old and I don’t have to use nothing, dip—-. Too bad about you.