"He was just protecting you because he loves you. Remember that time he attacked Porky for calling you a wuss?" I asked, and Marcello laughed. "Porky was twice his size, but he didn't care. No one called his brother names." Marcello says smiling at the memory. "He took a bullet to his leg for me once too, back in Italy. And I got this when one of his deals went bad. I guess we do always have each other's backs. But now I owe him another scar," Marcello says, showing me a scar on his lower back.
"I appreciate you always having each other's backs. But I would very much like you both to not get hurt anymore. Haven't you ever heard of bullet-proof vests?" I ask, and he laughs. "Those things are uncomfortable, and I hate the way they smell." "Well, we will ask Vinny to design you a fragrant,
