Chapter Twenty Three: Questions and Plots

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It was late, and Spot was puzzled.

"This is gonna sound odd."

"What?"

"Where is she?"

"Who? The girl?"

"Yeah she usually breaks in by now."

"Maybe she saw I'se was here an left...?"

"Nah, dat would probably be a bonus for her. Which makes me wonder even more."

Charlie finished lacing her corset and went over to Spot, who was pacing the floor. She put her hands on his shoulders and gently massaged the tense muscles. She sat him down on the bed and tried to get him to relax. He still couldn't. He couldn't help but think horrible things and terrifying reasons she wasn't barging in and demanding her usual pleasure by now.

"Just stop thinkin' bout it. It's fine. Hopefully she tortured ya as much as she planned an moved on ta the next guy."

"I'se dunno."

"Well, if she eva comes back, I'se makin' sure she knows you're all mine. An there's nothin' anyone can do about it." She kissed him and he smiled.

***Queens***

"What!!??? Are you serious??"

"Would I'se lie bout somethin' like this!!??"

Bella's brother happened to be Queens' newsie leader, Spike. He was no match for Spot, but he was still very respected and very dangerous.

"Spot Conlon knocked ya up!! He's gonna pay!"

"No offense brutha, but you'se can't fight him."

"Dammit. You're right. Even I'se don't wanna fight him or Brooklyn with a whole army. They'se win every street war."

"I'se say we go from a slightly... different approach."

"What?"

"Well, long story short the man-whore was cheating on another girlfriend wit me. Thought she was gone for good in an orphanage. Anyways she's back an he's back ta her. But he actually likes this one. I'se dunno what she's got dat I'se don't got but...ya see where I'se headed?"

"Ya hate her?"

"Most definitely."

"Perfect. Anything on where she might be?"

"She's wit Spot. I'se was gonna yell at him but she was there an honestly I'se don't wanna fight no one. I'se feel so dizzy an lightheaded like I'se gonna faint."

"And fightin' could kill the kid on the inside."

"I'se could care less bout the stupid kid. I'se worried bout me. Gotta stay beautiful. It's hard ta stay beautiful wit a shiner or two."

"Don't worry sis. Let my boys get their hands dirty. Just gotta find my gutsiest ones dat ain't chicken ta mess wit Brooklyn."

"Technically, we'se messin' wit 'Hatten. No one knows they'se sweet on each other. She lives wit the 'Hatten boys."

"Why didn't ya say so? Messin' wit Jacky Boy ain't nothin'. I'll get more volunteers an I'll slit less throats."

"But once she gets here, I'se get ta do da dirty work. Deal?"

"Whateva ya want. So...whatcha gonna do wit da--"

"I'se gonna kill it once it's outta me!"

"Where's da time gone. It seems like only yestaday you'se was pullin' the heads off da dolls momma bought ya before they'se died."

"Awww, that was sweet. Don't eva say it again."

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