A 'Drabble' "Who's the kid, Julius?" "That's Aldo, Boss. He worked for Marcus 'til his joint got shot up. His cocktails are the best around." "That so? Hey, kid - what's your specialty?" Bashfully, the little barkeep adjusted his spectacles. "Well, Sir, I've been working on somethingโฆ" "Ok, Albert. Why doncha make me one? Maybe… Continue reading The barkeep removed his spectacles
Tag: Mafia
Servitude or death
dโVerse prosery Maria looked down at her little finger, as Boss Rossi leered at her lithe body and handed her the small, obsidian blade. "So, what's it going to be, little girl? You wanna live? C'monโฆ the tip of your pinky is a small price to pay, ain't it?" The beaten woman clenched her teeth… Continue reading Servitude or death
Lost cause, or: Broken
A terza rima (sort of) EPIGRAPH: A chain is only as strong as its weakest link.-A Proverb ๐ His wife and son had been waiting for years ๐ Now he could show them how much he had changed ๐ Their love for him would have been worth the tears ๐ He could not know what… Continue reading Lost cause, or: Broken