Boccaccio
Governor
"Alphonso!" snapped the Don. "Be a good chap and make a phone call. Tell Wu that we have a nice little piece of ass that would be a perfect addition to the next consignment of his white slave trade. And tell him that we won't charge him a cent for her."
What the fuck? A pretty piece of ass like that, and he's going to give 'er away? If a dame tried to pull a fast one on me, I'd have Gino and Rocco work 'er over again, and call in all my capos so that they could sample the goods. When she was done pullin't the train, I'd put 'er to work servicing my special clients, the ones that like to play rough.
But send 'er to fuckin' China? Not a chance.
Don Ernesto