Authors: Dion Perkins
He checked out her body as they walked. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” he muttered to himself, “this fuckin’ broad is hot!” While lusting after the woman, he was biting his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood. Linda turned, saw the blood, and observed the lustful look he had on his face. This turned her on even more. She reached up and wiped the blood from his lip. Then she bit his top lip and said, “Damn, I don’t think anybody has ever made me feel like this.”
The elevator doors opened and they got on. When the doors closed, she hit her knees, squatting in front of him. Sal hadn’t expected it and was caught off guard. “Hey, hey, hold on!” he said as she professionally unzipped his pants and inhaled his already-hard member.
He held on to the wall and the small rail of the elevator. “Oh shit!” he moaned as she swallowed him. He looked down at her. Linda looked back at him. Her beautiful, green eyes held him captive, and he almost emptied his load right in her throat.
The elevator doors opened. Right in front of them was a family of five waiting for the elevator. The mother and father covered the youngsters’ eyes. Their older son tried to pull his cell phone out to snap a picture.
Sal pulled his pants up, and Linda rose to her feet. “So sorry!” she said apologetically, frantically pushing the button to close the door. She and Sal laughed like crazy when the doors closed.
“So, do you live around here anywhere?”
“Yeah, I have a little place on the east side, but, trust me, it doesn’t look anything like this place,” she replied. She didn’t know why she was telling a complete stranger all her business, but there was something about him that made her want to become more familiar with him. She also felt like he could protect her.
“So then why the fuck is you doing this shit?” Sal asked.
Then she caught herself. “You know what? Maybe this is a bad idea.” She pushed the button to exit on the next floor.
“Hey, come on! What are you doing? Okay, listen: I won’t ask you no more questions about what you do. Mum’s the word, I promise. Here’s a bonus.” Sal pulled his wad from his pocket and put $1000 in her hand.
She looked at the money and said, “Okay, but let’s just stick to business.”
Sal said, “Hey, no fuckin’ problem.” The elevator doors opened on his floor.
When they got inside the room, she said, “Well, since you gave me this much, you can do whatever you want to me. I usually only charge three hundred, so I’m yours.” Linda let her dress slip from her shoulders and exposed her sexy, young body. Underneath her dress, she wore a pair of white cotton panties.
A smile crossed his face as he examined every inch of her. Sal exclaimed, “Damn!” He bit his bottom lip again. “I want you to a dance for me.” He pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes, took a seat on the couch, and banged the cigarettes on the table. Never once did he take his eyes off of the beautiful, young lady.
She walked over to the stereo and turned it on. Eric Benet was singing “Femininity.” She gyrated to the music ever so slowly and on time to the beat. Sal sat back and lit his cigarette. He inhaled and blew out a lungful of smoke as he watched. She moved so smoothly and sexily to the song. From the way she danced, he could tell that she was no amateur.
Then Eric Benet and Tamia belted out their song “Spend My Life with You.” Sal listened to the lyrics and began to have feelings for the woman who danced seductively before him. He wondered what her story was and why she did what she was doing. He imagined that she had two babies at home who needed to be fed, and that’s why she was hooking in the hotel, but that was far off.
She dropped to the floor and crawled in front of him unzipping his pants with her teeth. He was standing at attention the moment he saw her drop her dress. He just sat back and let her do her thing. She eased is manhood out with just her mouth and swallowed him whole.
“Oh shit!” He felt his toes begin to curl. She spit a juicy glob onto his manhood and then licked it off from each side, swallowing him once again.
“Fuck!”
Sal managed to say. She pleased him better than he had ever felt before. It was at this point that he decided that she’d be cumming with him.
Sal rose from the couch, lifted her from the floor, and bent her over the couch. He dropped down to his knees behind her. When she felt his tongue enter her, she squealed, “Ooh, so good!” He returned the favor and expertly ate her from behind. She got an extra surprise as he tongued her ass. She spread her legs as wide as possible to allow him access to all that she had. She reached back and pushed his head deeper into her hole, wiggling it in his face.
“Fuck this!” he yelled as he stood and shoved his rod deep into her. They both moaned, expressing their desire for one another. Her cavern was hot; it felt like a volcano was brewing inside. Sal was surprised at how tight she felt as her walls cuddled his penis. “Damn!”
He slowly moved up and down, in and out, as cum oozed from her. She was so excited that she started to squirt, and he slowly rotated his manhood in every way possible. “Oh, man! Mmmm, baby, are you gonna cum with me?” she said, moaning passionately. “Are you gonna cum with me?” she asked, pushing her ass higher.
“Yes, baby, whatever you want,” he said through moans of pleasure. “Whatever you want, baby. Oh, damn this some good pussy, Linda. Then Sal dropped on the couch, spent.
They were in the room getting it on all night long. Sal even ignored Don Veto’s call. The don knew that if Sal wasn’t answering, it was because he was with a woman. He knew that if he called back, Sal would pick up.
“Oh, fuck,” Linda said, looking at her watch. She jumped to her feet, gathered her clothes, and dressed hurriedly.
“Hey, where the fuck you goin’?” Sal asked.
“I gotta get out of here before he comes looking for me!” she said anxiously.
Sal asked, “Before
who
comes?”
“My pimp!” she shouted. “He’s gonna kick my fucking ass!”
Sal saw the fear in her face. “Hey,
fuck that
! You don’t have to go no-fuckin’-where, Linda! I’ll take care of you, I promise!”
She laughed as she frantically looked for her things. “Hey,” Sal yelled, “I’m serious! You don’t have to worry about no fuckin’ pimp. I’ll take care of you, okay?”
She paused. “Um, I know you’re not from around here, but just so you know, this hotel is where my man does all his work. He knows what room I’m in and everything, so if I’m not out of here within the next five minutes, he’s gonna be knockin’ on that door, and he doesn’t play!”
“Oh yeah?” Sal asked, walking over to the closet and pulling out his trusty chrome shotgun. Then he pulls out his phone to dial a few of the security guards that were three doors down.
Knock! Knock!
There was loud knocking on the door.
Fear came over Linda. “It’s okay. I’ll leave now and if I give him the thousand, nobody gets hurt,” she said nervously.
Sal said, “Hey, did you hear me when I said you’re coming with me? I fuckin’ meant that shit! Sit tight!”
“Linda. Hey, Linda, open the fucking door, bitch!”
Linda began to cry as she heard him on the other side of the door screaming. Sal walked to the door and cracked it a little bit. He said, “Hey, uh, can I help you with something, Chief?”
“Yeah, you can tell my bitch to get her stankin’ ass out here now!”
“Okay, slow the fuck down, Chief! Number one: Nobody owns nobody. And number two…” Sal snatched the door open just as he saw his security running up behind the pimp. “And two, you’re a dead motherfucker!”
The men shoved the short, frail man into the hotel room and slammed the door behind them. Sal cocked the shotgun as the pimp landed on the floor.
“Hold up, fellas!” he pleaded while cowering on the floor. “Listen, man, you can keep that bitch! Shit,
I got another five just like her!” he said.
“Oh, really?” Sal said. “Well, let me tell you one fuckin’ thing: If I see your fuckin’ ugly face around here looking for her again, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you! Capisce?”
“Hey, no problem, man,” he said, getting up off the floor.
He pulled out a comb and combed his hair, then pulled a lint brush from his jacket and groomed his clothes. “I’ll tell you one thing,” the pimp said, walking to the door, “you motherfuckers is lucky you didn’t tear my clothes, or we might have a motherfucking problem!”
All of the security men pointed their guns at him. He threw up the peace sign. “My bad! I’m outta here! It’s cool!” he said, backing out of the room. Unable to keep his mouth shut, he said, “I tell you something else. This shit ain’t over, motherfuckers!” He turned around and ran down the hallway to the hotel staircase.
Sal and his boys were laughing hysterically. Linda was too afraid to laugh. “Do you know what you just did?” she asked Sal. “He’s gonna come back and he’s gonna try and kill us both! He has a lot of friends and they’re all gangsters.”
Sal and his boys laughed again. Sal said, “Sweetheart, I think we’ll be okay on that one.”
Chico paused on the second-floor staircase and caught his breath. He pulled out his cell phone. “Hey, dawg, we gon’ have to take care of some business over here at the hotel.”
“We on our way!” said the person on the other end.
Chico ran down the final few flights of stairs, walked over to the curb, and sat in his Cadillac,
It didn’t take his crew long to get there. A silver SUV pulled up right next to him. Three dudes exited the vehicle and got into Chico’s car. While he was giving them the rundown on what was going on with Linda and Sal, one of the men noticed a black Lincoln pull up. He saw big Italian guys get out and noticed they were strapped with guns.
“Yo, what the fuck is going on over there with them big motherfuckers?”
The men walked to the back of the car, opened the door, and out stepped Don Veto.
“Oh shit!” said two of the men in unison.
“What up, nigga?” asked Chico.
“Yo, that’s that mob motherfucker that be in all the papers up in New York! Oh shit! Damn!”
“Well, fuck that nigga!” Chico said. “I want that motherfucker upstairs with my bitch!”
One of the men said, “Wait! Chico, didn’t you say those motherfuckers sounded like New York City boys?”
“Yo, they probably work for that motherfucker right there, and if that’s the case, your fuckin’ bitch is gone! I ain’t fuckin’ with these mafia-ass niggas, man!”
“Man, I don’t think them motherfuckers was together. You know what? I’m gonna follow them and see what floor they go to.”
“You’re gonna follow Don Veto? Yeah, a’ight! Good luck with that!”
“We’ll chill right here,” the men said.
Chico exited the car, then turned back around. The flashy, bright-red pimp suit he had on would draw attention. He usually wanted people to look, but not now. “Hey, Jay, give me your jacket, man!”
“Fuck outta here! You ain’t gone funk my shit up with your pimp cologne and hair juices, nigga! Fuck outta here, man!” The men in the car began to laugh. “You better hurry up! That mu’fucka by the elevator already.”
Chico popped his trunk and grabbed a more conservative sweatsuit jacket. He said, “Fuck it,” threw it on over the red, flashy outfit, and walked into the hotel entrance. He walked into the lobby and couldn’t find them. He looked left, then right. “What the fuck?”
He ran over to the elevators to see what floor they may have stopped on. Coming from the restroom to Chico’s left was Don Veto, flanked by four huge guards. They walked right toward him. Don Veto looked at the pimp. His security guard moved Chico out of the way as if he was a piece of paper.
“Hey, man, what the fuck?” he said.
The large Italian man just looked and flashed his Uzi submachine gun. Chico took the hint and walked away. They stepped onto the elevator. He ran back and saw the men did, in fact, get off on the same floor Linda was on. “Damn!” he said.
He went back to his Cadillac, got in, and said, “I think he’s with them.”
“Well, that’s all I need to hear,” the men said and got out of Chico’s car.
“Hold the fuck up! I pay all you motherfuckers every fuckin’ month so you could handle shit like this for me! I let you fuck my bitches, and you know that pussy ain’t free! Now you fuckin’ scared?
Fuck that!
I want my money back!” he said to the gangbangers. He pulled out a small .22-caliber pistol and pointed it at the men who were getting out of his car.
Without missing a beat, the men burst out laughing. Chico tried his best to be tough.
“Listen, you got a gun!” one of the men said. “Go get him! But here…” He tossed Chico a bigger gun. “…use this one, because if you pull that tiny shit out right there, they might just die from laughter! Better yet, I’ll keep my shit; use yours.”
He reached out and took his gun back. “If you show that to ’em, just wait a couple minutes. Once they start laughing, jump on them fucks!”
The men jumped in their SUV. They drove off, raucous laughter trailing down the street behind them.
Chico sat in his car, gun still pointed in the direction of the men who just laughed in his face. Now it was just pointed at a closed door. He felt small, insignificant. “Fuck them motherfuckers! They not gettin’ another dime from me!” he yelled to no one. “I gotta hire me some real thugs.”
He decided he would sit on the hotel and see what moves the mobsters were making. He was in for the long haul.
• • •
After sitting outside for almost four hours, he realized that they could easily have left the hotel from the other side. He smacked himself in the head for being such a bonehead.
“Damn! Fuck, I’ll come back tomorrow, and if this bitch ain’t down here trying to make up for her disrespect, I’m gonna kick her fuckin’ ass!”
He started his car and drove off. He was hoping for a better night. He told himself, “I gotta go check on my other bitches anyway…my
loyal
fuckin’ bitches! I don’t need a fuckin’ disloyal bitch in my flock anyway.” He tried to make the most of a lousy situation, although he actually was in love with Linda and knew he couldn’t give her up so easily.
CHAPTER 15
• • •
The captain of Flight 2679
was hailed as a hero for bringing the plane down safely, though it landed in a field just 50 miles from the airport, people felt it was an act of God. There were many heroes on Flight 2679: the doctor, the nurse, and Monica, who, even as the plane was diving nose first, never stopped working on Sherry.
The girl lost so much blood that it was a miracle they were able to keep her and the baby alive. The first thing Sherry did was say her son’s name: “Tony, Tony Santoro.” The baby lifted his lids to big, blue eyes. She smiled as she held him. Then she suddenly passed out.
Monica was at Sherry’s bedside, asleep in a chair, when she came to. Sherry frantically felt her stomach, and then she began to cry. Forgetting all that happened prior to passing out, she thought that her baby was dead. Monica heard Sherry crying and jumped out of her chair. “Sherry! Girl, you’re back! Why are you crying, Mama?”
“My baby!” exclaimed Sherry.
“Oh, honey, don’t worry; he’s just fine.”
Sherry smiled with relief before asking, “What day is it?”
“Girl, you’ve been gone for a week…I think. Shit, I don’t even know because I’ve been right here with you.” Monica squeezed Sherry’s hand and said, “I’m glad to see you back, girl! You scared the shit outta me!”
Monica brought Sherry up to speed on all that went down with the plane crash. Sherry thought that Monica was kidding until she saw the newspaper headline: “Flight 2679 Miracle.” She began to cry.
“It’s okay, girl. If anybody should be crying, it’s me! Shit! I was awake during all that plane diving and crashing. I almost shit myself!” The two women laughed. “Well, now that you’re awake, I’m gonna get the doctor. Sherry, I need your brother’s number; I’m sure he’s worried. I want to call and update him.” Monica smiled and walked to the nurses’ station to let them know that Sherry was awake.
As the doctor and nurses moved toward Sherry’s room, Monica turned and spoke to the remaining staff at the nurses’ station. “Excuse me,” she said, “may I use the phone?”
“Sure, just dial nine and then the area code.”
“Thanks.” Monica dialed the number that Sherry had given to her.
“Hello?” a man said over the phone.
“Is this Paulie?”
“Yeah, who is this?”
“Hi, my name is Monica. I was in the rehab with your sister, Sherry, and I’m with your sister now. She’s in the hospital.”
“What? Where the fuck are you?”
“We’re in South Dakota, but before you start getting all crazy and shit, let me tell you what’s going on.” Monica went over the whole story from the beginning until now. “Oh, and by the way, you have a nephew with big, blue eyes. His name is Tony.”
Paulie sat in a chair in his room, stunned but happy. He thought that since Sherry had left the house, and because they hadn’t heard from her, she was in the streets getting high. He had planned to kill Tony and then come home to save his little sister. But this news changed everything. He dropped his head into his hands and just sat there.
Still on the phone, Monica asked Paulie, “Hey, are you still on the line? Hello? Hello? Are you there, Paulie?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Listen, this is what I want you to do for me: I need you to not leave her fuckin’ side, Monica, you hear me?”
“Man, you don’t gotta tell me that! After all that shit I been through with her ass, I’m invested, and I’m making myself Little Tony’s godmother.” She laughed.
“Well, check this out,” Paulie said. “tell my sister that I’m not gonna hurt Tony, but I
do
have to put my hands on him. Reassure her that I won’t be doing anything crazy. And one more thing…”
“Yes.”
“I
do
remember you and if you’re free, I would like to take you out to dinner one of these days, maybe when all this shit is over and we’re back in Queens. That’s if you don’t mind. You know, to show my thanks for taking care of her.”
“Shit, I don’t mind at all! I was hoping to talk with you anyway. We’ll finish this conversation later. I’m gonna go check on your sister.”
“All right, take it easy.”
Paulie had a new plan. He couldn’t kill him, but an ass kicking had to be given, and he would make sure Tony came back home to Queens.
Paulie hung up the phone and glanced over at the don, who was sitting in a car with his men just outside of Joe’s Cigar Bar. “What?” Don Veto asked. “What the hell is going on?” Paulie told him everything that went down and informed him of his change of plans regarding Tony.
The don thought,
Well, I don’t know if this place is his; it
can’t
be. My nephew is nothing but a junkie fuckin’ piece of shit.
Then one of the guards came over to the car and handed the don a flyer. It was talking about the concert next week. He passed the flyer to Paulie and they drove off.
Sasha
Spazo, Ghetto, and Sasha went to meet Mr. Y at the hotel. “Wait for us in the bar, Sasha. I don’t want this motherfucker to know about you. I need you to take this fucker out when it’s time, so he can’t see your face.”
“No problem,” she said and walked into the bar to sit down and wait.
“Hey, shorty,” a man in a lime-green suit said to her.
She looked at him. “Oh, Lord! Not now.” Sasha tried to ignore him and quickly ordered a drink.
The man walked over and sat down right next to her. “What you drinkin’, shorty? I got you.”
“No, I’m cool, thanks,” she said. Sasha started to get up, and the man grabbed her arm.
“Bitch, you hear me talking to you?! You better pay attention when I say something.” If only this man knew whose arm he had just grabbed.
Sasha froze. Visions of blood dripping from his throat came to mind. “Okay. I’m sorry, baby,” she said. “You got a room here?”
“That’s more like it, bitch! Come on,” he said “You in Butter’s world now, shit.”
He looked Sasha up and down and said, “Gotdamn!” She was a hundred times better than fuckin’Linda. “Yeah, I’m gonna make her my bottom bitch,” he said to himself. “As soon as I teach her some fucking respect.”
They got on the elevator, and Sasha looked him up and down, giggling to herself.. “Stupid motherfucker.”
“What the fuck is so funny, bitch?! Chico don’t like the fucking snickers and shit, so if you got a joke, tell me; otherwise, keep quiet.”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing at this clown-ass nigga.
Oh well,
she figured,
I might as well get my nut off.
Chico took Sasha to the fifth floor, where they got off the elevator and walked toward the room. Sasha walked in before him, and Chico slapped her ass so hard that anybody else would have been mad. However, he was dealing with Sasha; she got off on pain. Usually, she was the one inflicting it.
After he closed the door, Sasha grabbed him and flung him to the ground.
“Oh shit!” he said, falling to the floor. When he landed on his back, all the air escaped his lungs. He tried his best to inhale but couldn’t, Sasha mounted him and, in one motion, had his dick out and in her mouth. Butter didn’t know what to do. He was still trying to catch his breath, and he wanted to get mad, but here she was, giving him the best head he’d ever had.
As he caught his breath and his dick got hard, he told Sasha, through moans of pleasure—and some pain—“Sasha, bitch, when you’re done, I’m gonna fuck you up. Oh shit.”
While Sasha sucked on him, she removed her pants. With her other hand, she slid herself up and looked him in the eye.
“Bitch, what the fuck you stopping for? Nobody didn’t bust a nut yet!” Sasha looked at the man and played with her pussy while sitting on top of him. “Well, get to it, bitch!” he demanded.
Sasha took out a condom, slid it on his dick so fast, and was sliding down on his pole, just like a pro. “Oh shit!” she moaned out in pleasure as she took the man in.
“Yeah, bitch, you like Daddy’s dick, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said as she rode him.
Then, before she was ready, he said, “Oh shit, here I cum!”
Sasha jumped off of him. “No! What the fuck, man?! I just got up here. Damn, can I get mine?”
“Bitch, if you don’t get back up there, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.” He drew his fist back as if he was going to punch her.
“That’s it,” Sasha said. When she felt that tingle in her pussy, she mounted him again. She could feel his dick pulsating in her and she liked it. Without notice, Sasha reached into her bra, pulled out her straight razor, and announced, “I’m cumming!” Sasha slit the man’s throat from left to right. Instinctively, he tried to reach up to grab his throat, but she pinned his arms down. She needed to see the whole bloody scene play out as she rode his dead dick.
The blood gushing from his neck did it for Sasha. She rode his still-hard member, smearing the blood onto her breasts. She came harder and harder while the man choked and bled out. Sasha collapsed next to the man’s still-bleeding body. She pulled a blunt from her bra, stuck the bloody razor back in it, lit the blunt, kissed his lips, and said, “Thanks for the ride, but I gotta get out of here!”
After she showered, she checked the room for cameras. She found a video recorder in the closet. “Chico, you almost got me,” she said, removing the video camera from the closet and walking out of room, leaving him there on the floor.
The whole act, from nut to shower, took her only 15 minutes. She was back downstairs at the bar, sipping her drink, when Spazo and Ghetto came back down.
Spazo looked at Sasha. She seemed to be a bit too happy. “What the fuck did you do?” he asked suspiciously.
Sasha responded, “I caught it all on video. I’ll show you guys later,” she added, sipping on her drink.
“Damn, Spazo said. what about the moves we were gonna make down here?” Spazo asked Ghetto.
“Nah, fam, we canceling all that. I say we just go to this fuckin’ club, handle this business, and head back to Harlem. We’ll look for new territory somewhere else.”
“Cool,” Spazo said. “I’m too damn far from home anyway.”
Tony
Tony and Becky were the only two people who knew the band on stage playing the smooth jazz were all ATF agents. Tony was surprised by how well they played. They played George Benson’s “Broadway” so well that the barmaids and patrons started dancing,
“Wow!” Tony said to Becky. “They’re fuckin’ great! You can’t get a better cover than that!” Everybody acted as if it was a regular night.
The judge walked over to Tony. “So, Mr. Santoro, have you thought about my proposal?”
“Proposal? Don’t you mean strong-arm?”
The judge smiled as he picked up a handful of nuts and tossed them in his mouth. “Ha-ha, you’re funny. You can call it whatever you want. I’m just gonna call it the judge’s chambers,” he said, spreading his hands, motioning as though he were showing someone his billboard. “That
does
have a nice ring to it, don’t it, Tony?” he asked, and turned to toward the door. “Oh, by the way, I’m going to have my friend, the senator, with me next week, so I expect more than VIP treatment. Treat me like this place were already mine.” He walked out the door.
Tony smiled. If only he knew what was waiting for him next week, he wouldn’t be so happy.
Bernie walked over to Tony. “So, that’s your boy, huh?”
“Yeah, my boy,” Tony said. “I just found out the senator will be with him next week, and I can guarantee he’s gonna be there; so will the special prosecutor.”
“Good,” Bernie said, “we’ll take them all down after the show. I mean, they’re going to be going away for a long-ass time. The least we could do is send them away with a bang.” They laughed as the waitress brought over their drinks.
“So, I have to say, Tony, this place is pretty fucking awesome, man. You ready to give this shit up?”
“No, not really, but what choice do I have? Once all this shit hits the papers, I’m gonna be shut down anyway, so Becky and I are going on a long vacation. And when I say ‘long,’ I mean we’re never coming back.”
“Really? Well, where are you gonna be, in case I wanna come visit?”
“Nah, that’s okay. You stay over here; we’ll be fine. We don’t need any visitors.” The two erupted in laughter. Becky smiled and got up, ready to make the introduction to the crowd.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Joe’s. We have an excellent show for you tonight. Joining us is a special guest band that will be playing here all week, leading up to our showcase next week, which includes The Whispers and Frankie Beverly and Maze. We hope to see you all next week. And, please, tell all your friends to come in too. Until then, please give it up for Gotcha!” Applause erupted throughout the jazz club as the band played, “Back At Cha” by Eric Darius.
After the show that night, Bernie went through the whole plan with Tony. He let him know that there was a truck of agents waiting outside for the go-ahead to come in and take down the judge and his buddies. “Well, okay. I understand everything,” Tony replied.
“Good. And listen, Tony. Because of this tape, you won’t even have to come testify. The judge’s ship has sunk all of them, so whatever you do, get out of America. The people you’re about to take down have ties to the White House, and they will stop at nothing to silence you. So, bon voyage, my friend. And remember: Don’t come back.” The men toasted to the upcoming events and called it a night.
The Concert
Joe’s was packed. Everybody was in the house, even a few celebrities. Spazo, Sasha, and Ghetto had a table up front, along with Mr. Y, his nephew, and one soldier. They were all dressed to the tee; and, of course, strapped. The only ones sitting closer than they were the judge, the senator, and his nephew, for whom the judge had set free due to lack of evidence. Several members of the East Side Boys were scattered throughout the place.
Don Veto walked in with Paulie and Sal. They scanned the room and decided to play the back. A waitress came and asked them if they reserved a table. Don Veto looked at her and said, “No, but I’m sure you can find something for me.” He handed the girl a hundred dollars, and she escorts the party to their table.