Joey Marino<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTQ0MTE1MDE2M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwMjgxNzIwMjE@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,783,1000_AL_.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Uncle Joey</a>fingers battered and tapped into the surface of his keyboard, pursing his lips all the while doing so. He contemplated in his mind the calculations of last month's income and correlating that with this month's to add up the costs and the profit from Stu's business. He was a working man for the family, he'd put his children before anyone else to make sure that they were properly fed and clothed, that they'd never go hungry. If they didn't have the cash, he'd rob a truck. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty when the time came to it, but he was also wanting to play it smart, staying one step ahead.<br/><br/>The knocks coming from his door had his head perking up, the Brooklyn accent of the Italian filtering in as he replied to Nicole. "Ay'yeah hang on'a sec'." He says, moving to save and shut down the laptop with that being put aside. He'd pull open the drawer for a lock box, lifting it up from the lock and key he had looped around his neck, pulling out several hundred dollar bills and locking it back up. He'd come up to the door, swinging it open to find Nicole standing there waiting for him. His eyes instantly darted from her face down to her busty cleavage perfectly on display for him, causing a bit of excitement for him as he leaned against the threshold of the door, looking back at her with a mishcevious smirk.<br/><br/>"You're lookin' all pampered for tonight." He points out, still smiling as his right hand gestured up around his side a trio of hundreds neatly folded over one another, handling it out for her. "I figure you'd come to get a little somethin' for the weekend."