Little White Lies (editing)

Eaton Square

BIG TRIGGER WARNING!

Rupert has reached out to everyone. No one had anything on Iris's whereabouts. He knew she wouldn't dare leave him, only he knew where her child was. The kid was the only thing that kept her there.

Some one must have taken her... but who and why? Iris was pretty, but when she was a bit thinner she was stunning. So he didn't see why someone would want to take her now.

He was currently pacing the floor waiting for Luciano Giordano to meet him, and figure out what they should do about this.

Not a minute later Luciano's guards open the front door allowing him passage in. Rupert was a mess. Iris was like an addiction, he needed her to function. His hands were shaking and he was broken out in a sweat.

"Pathetic really." Luciano chuckled. "You can't keep control over your own wife?" Rupert wiped his face in distress. "She wouldn't leave I know she wouldn't leave."

Luciano chuckled. "She'll be back relax. But let's get down to important matters." His voice lowered. He nodded his head and the body guards grasped Rupert restraining him for Luciano's use.

Luciano gave Rupert the beating of a life time. Hitting him in any area he could. "You sloppy n*gger got us caught with f*cking Vincent Madden!" He growled landing another punch. Tears formed in Ruperts eyes as he cried out in pain.

"They know about the trade now you f*cking idiot. They are mad, killed 16 of my men! And because you can't get information through that thick skull this is my message to you." Luciano kept punching and punching as Rupert lost consciousness.

"I wouldn't f*ck with me if I were you. Ya may not give a sh*t about your kid but your wife does." He smiled gruesomely.

Rupert wheezed trying to breathe properly. "Now when you get back to picking up hussies for me I want it to be clean so no one can pick it up. No more sloppiness, got it?" Luciano whispered in Ruperts ear.

Rupert nodded solemnly. "Okay partner! Arrivederci!" Luciano smiles patting him on the head before exiting the house.

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Iris got into a routine here. It's officially been a week and a half. Vincent must have been very busy because she rarely has seen him but that didn't bother her one bit. She just minded her business, trying to ignore the faces of the white men who kept an eye on her every move. She reached the kitchen to make some tea. She caught a cold which wasn't unusual for her.

Anytime she has stayed in an unfamiliar place for too long she would get sick. Iris sat at the table fiddling with her wedding ring as the water heated up.

Iris was still angry at her predicament. She tried to leave multiple times only to be lead back in by one of the men. She cried for the first week but the past few days she grew numb. Vincent wasn't letting her go anytime soon. The men dressed in black made sure of it.

She noticed when the men all went out together in a group they wore all black. She's seen this before since she lives in Boston but now she knows who this group is. They probably wear black to go take lives, so the blood won't show up on their clothing as much.

The thought of that unsettled her. Iris knew her birthday was approaching in a few days, November 19th. Snow fall had already begun, which made her sad. Jo loved the snow. When she was two, Rupert even let her play in it. These thoughts depressed her and pleased her.

Thinking of her baby kept her sane and equally drove her insane. She just wanted answers, she just wanted her baby back. Jo's birthday was 2 weeks after Iris's. If Vincent didn't take her from her home, she would get to see Jolene turn 4. Hopefully...