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"You do smell like sunshine"

"And how does sunshine smell?"

"It smells like the outside world Warm Happy Safe" She paused "Green"

"Green?"

She nodded "Definitely green"

Tarullo’s Pizzeria was a srant John Tarullo He hat they called an omu de panza, a man with a belly, and La Cosa Nostra rewarded him for it He minded his own business and looked the other way, and in exchange for his silence theyon the anization--but if it weren’t them, it would be so from him, and it was better that that someone at least be a familiar face

Vincent, personally, felt protective of the pizzeria Tarullo had been the one to find Carht he’d been shot, and Vincent would forever feel indebted to theTarullo would rather forget, though

They never had much trouble at Tarullo’s Pizzeria, since everyone kneas under protection after what Tarullo had done for Caro to the place years later The moment he stepped inside the restaurant and heard the loud, disruptive voices, his hand settled on the gun concealed in his coat

He stood still, surveying the men at the front counter, both Caucasian with sandy hair Vincent assessed the He wasn’t sure why he’d been called in for such a petty situation, but when the drunken men’s focus shifted to Tarullo, he took a step forward anyway He barely le word booh the pizzeria "Zatknis!"

Shut up It was one of the only words Vincent knew in Russian He’d heard it barkeda few feet frolared at hiray hair concealed under a black cap Although he was pushing seventy, the man had the mind-set of a psychopathic twenty-year-old assassin

"Ivan Volkov," Vincent said "You’re not welcome here"

Ivan stared at hi out of the pizzeria Before the door could close, he stepped back in "I do not see your nan"

"I don’t need to own the place," Vincent said "You have no business being in this part of town"

Despite the fact that Vincent was fu, Ivan had the audacity to smile "Why are you always serious? We have only come for pizza"

"Go somewhere else"

"But I wish to eat here"

The twonear his gun Ivan was unaffected, though, and appeared impatient as he scanned the price ain as Corrado walked in He didn’t look at Ivan as he stepped around him "Volkov"

"Moretti"

"Leave"

"Why?"

"Because I’ll be forced to kill you if you don’t, and I’et your filthy blood on it"

Ivan said nothing in response as Corrado casually strolled up to the counter The two men moved out of the hen Corrado reached into his coat Everyone tensed, a suffocating silence blanketing the rooun, Corrado retrieved his wallet "I need a sht on the sauce You kno I like it"

Tarullo rang hiy restaurant "1778"

Corrado handed hihed,to Vincent "We will see each other again"

Vincent nodded "I’m sure"

The Russians left, their voices loud once more as they stepped into the street Vincent looked at his brother-in-law Corrado eyed hi for his pizza "They’re trying to provoke us"

"I know," Vincent said "Did you get a call to come here too?"

"No, I wanted some pizza"

Vincent stared at hiht?"

"Yes," Corrado said, looking at his watch "But I’ like theup, Vincent envisioned elaboratehis father in a black robe with a gavel, sitting on a bench while the parties argued their sides The guilty man lost and justice was served, another case put to rest

No, sit-doere nothing like that They more than often happened while on a casual stroll, so with no words spoken You didn’t plead your case, and it didn’t ment had been passed before you showed up

Vincent stood near the pier overlooking Lake Michigan The Federica floated not a hundred feet fro, oomah, a mistress, attracted to the lifestyle and turned on by the power they held Vincent thought the sex for gifts and trips abroad

"Is Carlo colancing around at the athered Giovanni looked frozen, bundled up in a thick coat