Spin off to "Little White Lies"
PLEASE READ LITTLE WHITE LIES FIRST OR YOU WILL BE CONFUSED!!
Everyone knows the name "Sniper Jo." He's the most dangerous hitman in America...
Except "He's" a "She"
After the tragedy that struck her family Jolene Mad...
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I'm Team Gianni. Honestly Gianni is precious and needs to be protected. But be patient w/ homegirl she's learning!
Also if you're curious as to why Jolene doesn't deal with as many race issues as Iris... well Jolene is a hitman and Vincent Madden's daughter. They are too scared.
Anyways Enjoy
Jolene walked into the prison with caution. She needed to talk to someone and the only person she could talk to without restraint was her father.
The guards smiled and let her in. Despite her being black they missed the little she-devil. She was let back into Vincent's cell where he laid in his bed waiting for her.
"Hi." She sat awkwardly trying to get comfortable. Vincent sat up and gave her a small smile. "I know you're mad at me still b-but I just need... I need someone to talk to."
"I'm not mad anymore." He placed a gentle hand on her cheek. Jolene exhaled in relief. Her eyes watering as she wrapped her arms around her father. Vincent also let out a breath of relief. He held her as close as her bump would allow.
Jolene pulled away with wet eyes as Vincent cupped her cheeks gently wiping her tears away. "Talk to me." He spoke softer.
"It's nothing really I guess I justed needed to be near you." She fidgeted with her hands. Vincent watched her and knew she was lying.
"What are you afraid of Jolene?" Vincent leaned towards her. Jolene shrugged avoiding eye contact. "I'm not afraid of anything. I work in the same line as you. Fear is weakness."
Vincent chuckled. "I had fears. Then my fear was thrown right at me and I have been dealing with it for 13 years almost 14."
Jolene sighed as they sat in silence for a moment. Vincent internally groaned he knew where this was going. He needed to face the reality of the situation eventually.
"Tell me about the boy." Vincent mumbled. Jolene laughed nervously. "Not much to tell. We hate each other."
"Clearly not enough." He motioned towards her large stomach making Jo blush.
"Why are you interested in that?" She asked. "Because I know that's why you're here. You're confused."
Jolene opened her mouth to deny it but Vincent just held up his hand and shook his head. "Don't bother you're going to learn how to listen."
"He's Italian Dad. Regardless this co-parenting thing isn't going to work. We don't associate with Italians." She snipped.
"I was going to kill him." Vincent replies calmly. "Two times in this boy's life he was going to die by my hands."
Jolene's breath hitched. That she didn't know. She hated to admit the horrible churning in her stomach from the thought of Vincent killing Gianni. Especially since she always had wanted him dead.
