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Mangino, he’s one of these old heads, fresh out the joint. Guy did every day of a twenty-year stretch. This fuckin’ guy turned down parole six times; said he didn’t want to have to check in with no parole office when he got out.”
    “Smart guy. PO will lock you up over bullshit.”  
    “Fuckin’ A right they will, but now he’s out and he’s tryin’ to get back in, and he’s steppin’ on a lotta toes.”
    “Sounds like he’s a man that’s just tryin’ to earn to me, Angee. Cut him some slack.”
    “I know he’s just tryin’ to earn, and believe me, Mikey, I can understand that. But for God’s sake, Mikey—I tell him to ease up, you know, be patient, I’ll work him into big things as they happen, but this prink don’t listen. He wants to do it his way.”
    “So this is a matter of respect,” Black said.
    “I can’t let bums like him think they can walk out of the joint and walk over me. Ain’t gonna happen, Mikey. Not while I’m still fuckin’ breathin’.”
    “That’s all you had to say,” Black said, and took his gloves out of his pocket and put them on. “I understand the need for respect.”
    “Good,” Angelo said as they pulled over and parked his car down the street from a bar where he knows Mangino hangs out. “Now, let’s go get this prick.” Angelo got out of the car and looked down the street at the working girls that were standing outside. “Wait here, Mikey; I’ll be right back.”
    “Where you goin’?”
    Angelo put his arm around Black and pointed down the street. “You see the big tit blonde there with the thunder thighs?”
    “Can’t miss her—them titties so fuckin’ big.”
    “That’s where I’m goin’,” Angelo said and walked off.
    “Don’t hurt yourself ,” Black said.
    Angelo gave him the finger and kept walking toward the woman. She smiled when she saw him coming. “Hey, Angelo; I haven’t seen you in a long time,” she said and hugged and kissed him on the cheek.
    “Come here, Silky. I got something for you,” Angelo said and grabbed her by the hand.
    As he led her away, one of the other working girls said, “Is it big and hard?”
    Angelo gave her the finger and kept walking toward the car. When they got back to the car, Silky saw Black leaning against the car. “Baby doll, this is gonna be fun.”
    “Calm down, Silky, it ain’t that type of party,” Angelo said and looked at Black.
    Silky gave Angelo a confused look. “Well what type of party is it?”
    “I need you to do something for me,” Angelo said.
    “What’s that?”
    “Mangino in there?”
    “Yeah, that bastard is in there.”
    “I need you to go in there, tell him whatever you gotta tell him, but you bring him back here to me. Then you get lost and forget you saw us here tonight. You got that?”
    “Sure.” Silky started to walk back to the bar, but she stopped and came back. “You make sure that fuckin’ bastard suffers, Angelo. You promise me that. Guy always wants to fuck; then he wants to slap you around when you ask for your money. Little dick, bastard; I hate him,” Silky said and walked away.
    “You trust her?”
    “Who Silky?”
    “Yeah, Silky,” Black said as he watched her walk back to the bar.
    “Don’t worry, Mikey, we go back; done this before, me and Silky. She won’t say a word to anybody.”
    For the next twenty minutes, Angelo and Black waited by the car and wondered what was taking Silky so long to deliver Mangino. Then finally, Silky came out of the bar with Mangino on her arm, and his hand down her blouse. Angelo turned to Black. “I’m gonna walk this prick down that alley there. You hang back and get behind him,” Angelo said and walked toward Silky and Mangino. Black turned and walked the other way.
    Mangino’s facial expression changed when he saw Angelo walking toward him. He looked around to see if anybody was with him. Not seeing anybody, Mangino let go of Silky’s nipple and straightened up a little.
    “Just the guy I