Do you like diamonds, baby?
Mob boss Tony, lounge singer Peter.ย
The town is his.
He owns it. He owns every part of it. The sidewalk, the road, the fire hydrants, the trade, the commerce, even the sign that reads Welcome to Summervale on the fourth exit off the highway.
The police are in his pocket and the mayor is under his thumb and there isnโt anywhere in this town that isnโt ruled under him, the pseudo-King who smells of cigars, gunpowder and affluence.
โWhere too, boss?โ Happy asks.
Tony rolls down the window and lets the cigar smoke slip from his mouth out into the dusky, fall air. Summer is here in Summervale. Everything is hot and oaky and thereโs no one out and about, even in the relatively cool shadows under shop fronts. The parks are deserted and the sweltering heat sends little waves through his vision. Sweat buds just beneath his skin; prickling at the humidity. He feels soothed this way.
At peace.
Itโs the perfect time for someone to get a bullet in their kneecap.
Keep reading
I have fallen really deep in the starker rabbit hole and I look forward to any kind of story you write especially these mafia auโs, so thank you๐ญโค๏ธ
