“Let’s go over it one more time.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just jump off a f*****g bridge at this point?”
“Angelo. Language.”
“What? You’re telling me your lawyer hasn’t heard a single f**k in his entire life?”
“Stop embarrassing me.”
“Then don’t talk to me like I’m twelve, Pop.”
Mr. Pinkerton, who at this point was used to Angelo and Luciano bickering, took off his glasses to rub his tired eyes. “Mr. DeRossi.” Meaning Angelo. “I realize that this takes up your valuable time, but your answers to these upcoming depositions are vital.”
“s**t, at this point we might as well just come clean and take it on the chin.” Angelo took a drag of his cigarette (one of many that afternoon) and ashed it in a nearby tray. “Prison isn’t so bad. Three hots and a cot, plus all the weights you could l
