Thread: The Blured Line (CandiedCreativity and Google)

From his office, sitting comfortable in the leather seat, Vincent slowly typed out a message to his sister on his cell phone, more then a little bit distracted at he tried to type but eventually getting the message out. Some of his business that night would be taking a little longer then usual, a delivery was running behind and it was the sort of delivery that he couldn't just leave for someone else to handle... Big Tony wanted him to ensure that it came in just fine. With a small smile Vincent set the phone aside, looking down to the blonde in nothing but a g-sting who was on her knees beneath his desk, working quite hard to ensure that she kept herself on the roster for the best shifts possible. Twenty eight years old and Vincent was doing quite well for himself, some of the people he had gone to high school with were still in college, still studying hard to get a job that wouldn't pay what Vincent made every year. A made man in a very large and well established family Vincent might be young but he was trusted with tasks that others were never given. Ten years ago his father had died and Vincent had stepped up into the organization, starting at first as just a simple enforcer, muscle who could be trusted to break a leg and collect some money but now he ran the day to day of one of the biggest legitimate money earners the organization had, taking care of the Strip Club and also over seeing the massage parlor just up the block, where many frustrated men who had gotten teased at the club could enjoy a bit of a release. Of course that was the legitimate end, plenty of less then legal merchandise moved its way through the back of the strip club, a place where business could be done away from what few prying eyes weren't already on the take. Vincent did what he could to shield his half sister from the darker side of the business, he knew she heard the rumors but he didn't let her visit him at work and he never went into any real details about it. He worked hard to protect her of course, since the death of their father ten years before and the way her mother had run off when she was still in diapers, he knew he was responsible for her, not just for ensuring she was fed, clothed, and sheltered... but also of course to ensure she was protected from the outside world. He loved his little sister after all, she meant the world to him and he knew with the way she was growing up to look so much like her mothers, well she needed all the more protection even if she didn't appreciate it. With the text sent and the blow job he was enjoying soon to be finished he had to wonder for a moment if he had done the right thing, he had over heard her on the phone recently talking about some boy who she really liked and he knew that she was reaching the age where interest in the opposite sex would hit its hardest. Leaving her alone wasn't so much the issue, but letting her know that she would be left alone could cause trouble and Vincent was starting to worry. A few hours later he was still worried about his kid sister being home alone but he would soon be there to make sure everything was going well. The shipment which he had been warned might be late had come in just slightly behind schedule, the merchandise was checked for quality and then shipped off to its location for cutting, packaging, and distribution. A lot of things came into the strip club, but the drugs never stayed there for long, quickly being moved off to a different location so that it could be prepped for sale. He had taken his cut of course, slightly larger because he ran the club the drugs initially came too, and more then just case he also had a little bit of cocaine for his personal use. At most he had a habit, something he did on rare occasions because he could, rather then a full on addiction that would affect his work. The drug use, like the occasional acts of violence he committed, were something that he worked hard to keep Allegra from knowing about it. There was no need for her to know all the unsavory details which would only fuel her misbehavior and rebellion which was already budding enough without any encouragement from him. Speeding down the streets towards his apartment Vincent was working to keep his apprehension under control about the entire situation with his sister all alone. He worried about what she might be getting up too, she had been so confrontational with him recently and he was worried that her rebellion might take a few more steps while he was gone. By the time he parked his car in the buildings lot he had worked himself up quite a bit and while not running through he halls he was certainly walking at a faster pace then normal. Slipping his key into the lock he was disappointed to find that it hadn't been secured, he had mentioned it to her time and time again to make sure the door was locked when she was home alone. He doubted anyone in the town would be dumb enough to pull anything on his sister but you could never be too careful. Before entering Vincent took a moment to draw a deep breath, working to control his temper, leaving the door unlocked was a small mistake and he need not be too harsh on her, he could just have a talk with her about it later on. No doubt she would turn it into some immensely stupid fight be he was resigned to that and would try to remain as calm as possible during what followed.