Donnie 'The Cucumber' Manetti lay back in the filthy hotel bed, stroking the source of his nick name. The Mob snitch was hiding, as Big Paul had a contract out on his live. But that wasn't effecting his libido, angerly his curse the hooker he'd ordered. She was late and he was horny, with nothing else to do. He looked at the ring he'd found while crawling through the basement of an old brown stone. Gold with a glittering stone that seemed to shift from one color to another in the changing light. "Looks like somethin' a fag would wear." He grunted, but slipped it on a finger anyway. "It might be worth somethin'." He grunted, thinking he'd need all the money he could get to get out of town. Just then a soft knock came at the door, grabbing his 45. automatic. Donnie thumbed the safety off and cautiosly approached the door. Looking through the peep hole, he saw a lone female. She was kind of conservitively dressed for a street walker, stepping to the side he called. "Whatcha want?"
"Ahem could I come in?" The soft female voice asked, seeing no real danger Donnie unlocked the door.
"Sure... come're." He growled grabbing her arm and yanking her into the room roughly.