Little White Lies (editing)

North Dorchester

"Boss we've got a problem." James called from outside of the door.

Vincent knew that something was up if James came instead of Rodney. "Get up." He said to the sleeping Brunette to his left.

"Noooo." She whined reaching over and touching his arm and back like a seductress. And she was a good looking woman.

"Mmmm Vincent baby where ya going?" She mumbled. Vincent believed she was trying to be sexy by letting the covers fall down exposing herself.

But eh.. it wasn't quite sexy enough.

Vincent calmly walked to his nightstand and unlocked his gun. That surely got the floozy's attention. "You know, I promised my mother I'd never lay hands on a women... but I never said I wouldn't kill one." He lit a cigar sitting naked, in the chair across from the bed.

The brunette scrambled up, grabbing her belongings and clothing. "Next time don't ask questions just do what I say. You knew what you were here for."

She was so scared she only put on her undergarments' before flying out the door. Vincent dressed himself with just some pants and walked out casually looking for James.

"Who's f*cking with my money." Vincent said still puffing on his cigar. James cleared his throat adverting his eyes from his boss's intimidating crystal blue ones. Vincent didn't appear to be in the best mood today.

"Just some filthy negro gang in East Boston. We can kill them and get away with it without bothering to clean the aftermath." James stated proudly.

Vincent thought for moment but he wanted to meet the negro masterminds taking his sh*t and selling it as their own.

Before he killed them of course.

Vincent dismissed himself to dress before going to meet this group of pretty damn smart negroes that took money right from under his nose.

He was equally impressed as he was pissed.

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"Iris cook food, the boys are comin' 'round today." Rupert said lighting a cigarette.

Iris struggled to open her bruised up eye from the night before. Rupert got drunk again and upset about there not being dinner at 3:41 am when he got back from heaven only knows.

Iris lifted herself out of bed and into the shower to wash herself. She didn't bother crying about it much anymore but she was exhausted. She was trying to find her strength as she normally did to keep pushing, but it often became too much.

She walked to the mirror to dry herself off. She sighed at the reflection she saw. Her large, bruised up body as Rupert would like to say.

'Iris we ain't dirt poor now, ain't no reason fo' ya to be heavy set' is what he would tell her. He grabbed her so hard the previous night, he bruised her brownskin enough for it to be visible.

Why not just leave him? She can't... for reasons that aren't ready to be revealed.

She dressed her self modestly, completely covered before walking down the stairs. Rupert was in the kitchen waiting for her playing with some drugs on the counter.

"Why'd you always dress like my grandmother?  Start dressin' how a wife is supposed to, ta please her husband." Rupert scoffed. Iris grit her teeth but said nothing.