Little White Lies (editing)

Court Street

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It's been five days since Vincent's spontaneous decision to take Iris. Carol was very upset, Iris wouldn't look at her or talk to her. She never left the guest room unless she had to go to the bathroom.

Carol just wanted to help both of her friends out. But realized she did it all wrong she shouldn't have gotten Vincent involved. But she didn't expect that from him, even drunk. She was absolutely was stunned by his behavior, he was never an impulsive person. He had no control over himself that night.

She sighed as she sat in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee. James walked in and gave her a polite smile and a kiss on the cheek before walked towards Vincent's office. Carol blushed lightly but the sadness of potentially losing her friendship came back.

This was not what she wanted. She just wanted someone to help Iris like they helped her.
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Vincent had his favorite 15 men bundled in his study, all dressed in black suits, black shirts and black ties. For the past few days he has been looking into everything Rupert and his people have done so far. He needed leads on how to get in on his business.

Now Vincent wasn't all that genuine. So he of course looked at this for his own benefit as well. He got what he wanted from Rupert, so he could simply off him and run over the negro gang. By having both sides with him he would rake in double the income.

The men talked amongst each other before Vincent knocked on his table. Initiating discussion. He got reports about who they have killed for the week, beat for the week, and how much money they got.

Each man stood and spoke clearly about what they have down and Vincent sat and nodded at the progress. James was looking into Iris more to make sure she wasn't lying, so 6 men were placed on Ruperts case. A man with black hair and green eyes stood, indicating it was his turn to report.

"Lion I found some stuff on Patterson and I don't think you're gonna like it." Andrew, one of the original members, spoke.

Vincent nodded his head ordering him to continue. Andrew straightened up. "He's f*ckin' around with the Italians. And their trade..." Andrew trailed off at the last part.

Vincent sat up. "What do you mean their trade?" His voice was hard. Andrew cleared his throat again more nervously. "He's been... selling girls with them... young girls." Vincent's jaw clenched.

He knew he was a piece of sh*t and he would never like kids but he wouldn't want a child to be exposed to that. It was sick. "How old?" Vincent hissed. "Three to fifteen. Mostly poor children from Marlboro, mostly negros, some Hispanic , and a few homeless whites."

Vincent's thoughts went haywire. Iris's daughter... he could've sold her too. It would take much more time to find her. He knew he hated the new Italian Don. He never liked the European mafia, but the last Don never did sh*t like this.

"Three weeks. Give me three week to find this little girl. Then we bring Rupert into the Lion's Den." His eyes darkened. The men knew what the Lion's Den resembled. It was a torturous death. "That Italian is mine." He growled.

He remembered meeting all these children his age while his mother was selling her body for this man, he was supposed to call Uncle as pimped her out. That wasn't a life a child should experience and someone was going to pay.

Vincent knew he wasn't a good person. He accepted that. He never lied about that. But he had a few morals. "What about his wife? He's probably gonna send a search party for her." James spoke. He wanted to know if Vincent would let her go after this.