The year is 1941 in central Boston, Massachusetts. Infamous American mobster Vincent Madden "Lion" has a run in with street dealing negroes.
Things get messy when business, love, and lies intertwine. Especially when Madden sets his eyes on the littl...
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"Should we wake him up?"
"I don't know he looks really tired."
Vincent stirred in discomfort before his eyes shot open. "Ah you've always been a light sleeper."
"Hey Vin Just checking in. Merry Christmas and here's this weeks income." James said handing him a wad of cash before heading out.
Vincent blinked a few times before his vision zoned in on the woman in front of him. He didn't feel Jo anywhere around which made him jump up.
"Don't worry the mother came and grabbed her from you. I'm surprised that didn't wake you up."
Vincent groaned before stretching. "Mother, Merry Christmas." He spoke emotionlessly. Her face turned to hurt for a few moments before she straightened up.
"You could at least pretend you're happy I'm here Samuel." She said with a twinge of disappointment. Vincent clenched his jaw in annoyance.
"I could also be annoyed that you only come here for Christmas and money for your sh*t boyfriend." Vincent snapped back.
His mother dragged a hand down her face sadly. "Vincent you know that's not true! I don't want to be apart of this lifestyle. I don't want you to be either." She sighed.
"But you like the money I bring huh?" He laughed dryly. Before she could say anything else Iris walked in the living area.
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"Dinner is almost done if you're both hungry." She spoke hesitantly.
Vienna looked at the girl speaking up and down. She didn't look like help, and the way her son was looking at her surely didn't make her seem like the help.
"Thank you dear." Vienna smiled skeptically. Iris backed away quickly just as Vienna turned to face her son.
"Who's that?"
Vincent rolled his eyes as he got up to go to the dinning room. "Mother just play nice and enjoy dinner then you and your lover of the month can go back where ever."
"Vincent!" She whisper yelled.
"It's true is it not?" He scoffed.
"I loved your father you know Sam." She choked. Vincent stopped mid walk. "Me too." He said before he continued walking.
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Iris nervously sat at the table with Jolene on one side and Vincent on the the other side at the head of the table and what had to be his mother directly across her.
