“Thanks Tony,” he said in a gravelly voice of someone who smoked too much and shouted orders. He reached in his pocket for his money clip, peeled off several bills and placed it Tony’s hand. “Have a bottle of the best inside and you keep the rest.” Tony closed his hand around the cash without looking at the amount. Caminello wasn’t cheap like Chip. There was no reason to count the bills, in fact he probably overpaid by a thousand. “No problem.” Tony sauntered to the bar, spoke to one of the scantily dressed women tending bar and made the preparations. He craned his neck at the sound of a male voice that he thought he’d sent on his way. Sergio was trying to put the moves on one of the dancers who passed and Tony’s feet started in Sergio’s direction. When he got to Sergio his temper was short. “I thought I told you to leave. Do you want me to have you thrown out on your ass?” Sergio put up his hands.
