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VINNIE:
I walked into our small yet convenient office with little intent on anything but taking a few swigs of Vodka and taking a nap on the desk. My sister Vicky on the other hand had other plans. Now Vicky, she's one of a kind. I swear this girl could hit a butterfly's wings from a hundred yards with a decent gun. Not to mention she was as stubborn as anyone I've ever known. My little sister was a bit of a spitfire ever since she was a teenager, let me tell you, boys would follow her like she was wearing a sign on her back that said, "I'm easy", which she ain�t by the way, she never was, and she never will be. She's too smart for that shit. Vicky is a smart little thing with long brown hair and curls at the end with brown eyes. She is a slender little thing with an ample body to say the least. Usually in Suits like myself she doesn't like to hang around the mirror all day long either. Why am I praising my kid sister you ask? Because this is our story, my name is Vinnie Partenio my Sister is Vicky Partenio. My father was the infamous Eddie "the Bat" Partenio. Ever since I was nineteen I've been doing jobs for this business. When he died me and my sister took over, we've been doing this shit for six years now and no sign of ether of us getting out of the game. I stand at six feet and an inch with brown hair and hazel eyes. I usually wear an Armani suit with white cufflinks not to mention a briefcase at my side. Anyways back to the story however. I walked into the bar and I called to Joey "Hey get me a vodka" Joey was short with black hair and brown eyes. He wore a white shirt and black pants. He was our bartender. When I say our bartender it�s because we owned the place and just above it was our apartment. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. Next to that door to our apartment was our office that said right on the front in bold letters "V & V Partenio". This is where we conducted business. I took the vodka and strolled up into the office where Vicky was waiting. She saw the bottle in my right hand and scowled. "How many times have I told you, that booze doesn't help you out any," Vicky said to me coldly. "Just because you don't think so doesn't mean I don't think so" I replied sitting in a chair by the door opening the bottle. Just as I raised it to my lips she snatched it outta my hands and looked at me with the same stern glare. "I know you wont listen to me when you�re at the bar, but your not drinking in front of me" My kid sister said in a voice that reminded me of mom. She really was her spittin� image and her same attitude "I refuse to watch you become a bumbling slob in the middle of the day again" I just shook my head and sighed. "So what did you call me to the office for, I had the winning horse on the fifth race" I said raising my feet onto the desk Vicky looked at me and smirked. "We gotta job," she said "What kinda job is that?" I asked. "Mr. 14 wants an turtle knocked over on 2nd avenue." We referred to our clients as numbers just in case we had a snitch or the feds on our hands. A turtle was code for an armored bank car "And we gotta do it in three hours, get Joey and Tony ready to go in two." "A turtle? Today? In three hours?" I asked puzzled, it wasn't the first time, but most waited �til they were on the wrong side of town. This job was only three blocks away from the police station "So are we talkin� a smash and grab job here?" "We're not just gonna knock over the turtle Vinnie, we're gonna steal it." |