So as I am sitting in the bar in the Skyview Motel surrounded by my friends and associates enjoying a nice glass of wine Angelo (who has been with me for a very short time) asks the question that no one has dared to up to this point.

"Boss, What happened to the three fingers on your left hand?

As the room grows deathly quiet I look around and say:

Its okay Angelo, don't worry about it. I've been meaning to tell this story but we have all been busy making money for our don so its been kind of hectic. Before I was invited to join youse I used to be a member of the LA Outfit. I made my bones out there before the family got into the big war. I stop and take a sip of my wine and light a cigar. I had been with the family for about a year before I was asked to do a piece of work with two others that came into the family at the same time as me. We were supposed to have a talk with Jilly Batittalgo (he controled the porn industry in LA) about giving us a piece of the action. Things got kind of heated during our talk and we ended up having to whack him! As we were leaving I got shot in the hand by one of his bodyguards and ended up loosing three fingers and getting a new nickname.

About a year later I was at the tracks in Santa Monica and I saw the guy that shot my fingers off so my bodyguard Vito and I snatched him from the first row and took him into the stable and I took one of the big kitchen knives (ya know what I'm telling ya?) Angelo nods yes, and I cut off his three fingers and then put the knife in his heart to send a message to the other two that were there that day.

To this day I can't stand LA but I've got more business to take care of there and as the old saying goes "Revenge is a dish best served cold"

TBC

Listening off to the side,Spike looked at the others and Stubbs.Don't worry,we will go hunt them down.Lighting a cigar and blowing away the smoke his mind starts acting out different scenarios.

As Bruiser was standing around looking at his racing form he over hears Stubbs tell his story to various mafioso standing around.  Bruiser thinks back to himself a similar story about a guy he knew back in Sicily that shot off his own toes off, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself before he folded his racing program and to walk up to Stubbs.  As Bruiser passed he put his hand in the air and said, "Gimme two!"

stubbs high fives bruiser and then realizes that he forgot to wash his hands when he came out of the bathroom...