Blown off

Paolo’s instant and visible lack of enthusiasm, prompted by this order from Tony, sparked a mini fit from the boss.

“What’s that fucking look for Paolo? You fucking lost your fucking bottle? Or should it be Franco I’m asking to follow you... and you know what to expect from him!”

Paolo quickly responded, instantly worried that the tables might be turned on him. “No, Boss. I’ll tail him. It’s just that I’ll need to cancel someone tonight.”

“Some tart I imagine!” retorted Tony. “You wanna keep your knob turned off, Paolo... or it might drop off. Or get blown off!”