The three brothers stepped into the lavish hotel room
“So what we gonna’ do bout’ dis’ snitch Isaac Brute?”Tony asked as he rummaged through the cabinets looking for something to drink.
“I say we send Bruno and da’ boys afta’ him” George replied as he sat down at the big center table.
“George, George, always so quick to violence. I say we just bring little Isaac down to the ware house and have us a little talk“Frankie said as he flipped through a novel he had been reading. You wouldn’t have expected the men to have anything to do with each other except that they all wore a black pinstripe designer suit and a black fedora tilted downwards. One of the men , Tony, was the beautiful one with curly black hair, green eyes and great physique, George was the bully, he was around 7 ft tall and he had arms as big and as strong as logs. Frankie was the brains behind the operations, standing a mere 5 ft 7 in. THe buzzer to their room rung

“Room Service!”shouted a young, wobbly voice.