Wild women do and they don't regret it.

They do if I can fuckin' help it and so will the motherfucker that's screwin' around with Ace's crazy bitch wife.

(Warning! Second link leads to gratuitous unnecessary bloody violence)

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It was beyond closing time at Nicky's restaurant. All the staff had gone home and only Nicky and Frank remained. Frank was upstairs, counting Nicky's money. As Nicky looked around the empty bar, he thought about the nights' events ( Read more... )

Nicky was paying a visit to the bosses in Kansas City. They had asked him to come and see them. When they asked, you didn't ask why, you just went. He took Frankie with him, as usual. Not just because he wanted the company, but also as a second pair of eyes. He assumed the trip was for no reason pertaining to himself, but to other matters, probably ( Read more... )

Bellini's was what Nicky affectionately called a 'haunt'. It was the kind of place he felt comfortable. It served the food he liked and there were plenty of tables where he could sit with his back to the wall. He'd decided to bring Paige here because, if he was honest with himself, he liked to show off. Everybody knew him here. More importantly, ( Read more... )

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