Cap glared at Vinnie shaking his head with disgust. “You keep f*****g up and I have to keep cleaning up your messes. This time the mess landed on my door as if it’s my problem to deal with.” He threw the document at Vinnie, folding his arms over his chest.
“What is this?”
“What does it look like?” He watched as Vinnie looked at the top page.
“You’re not the father?”
“Nope but look at page two and tell me who is.”
“I don’t know.”
“I have your DNA on file, Vinnie. You f****d my hooker and knocked her up and got her to try to pass it off as mine.”
Vinnie’s eyes bugged, the buzz of whatever alcohol was in his system quickly wearing off. “No way. Cap.” He froze as Cap held up his phone and played a video from the CCTV back in the house in Italy of him and the redhaired girl Guila going
