"It wasn"t just a nip here and there," Big Tony told his son. "No, the son of a b***h was taking off with so much of my cabbage," he thumped his thick chest, "coulda filled a damn wagon."
"Honey," Anthony"s mom said in a meek voice.
Big Tony turned and shot daggers at his wife. "If I can"t speak freely in my own damn home, then where the hell…?" He shook a fist at her.
"Pops," warned Anthony, moving to stand between his parents.
It was three days after Bernie Caruso had been bumped off, and they were standing in Big Tony"s living room. The large house with its dark paneling, ornate furnishings, and heavy brocade drapes always felt claustrophobic to Anthony. He longed to get out of there.
"Don"t Pops me," Tony said and moved to the liquor cabinet to refill his glass.
"Money was pinche
