Hard Boiled Sweets Page #3

It's making me tired

for the paying customers.

And I'm not

the only one, neither.

Listen, babe.

You take a few days off,

get yourself rested.

You leave all this to me, yeah?

You're not going to tell him

it came from me, are you?

'Course not.

Don't worry about a thing.

Aw! Thanks, Eddie,

you're a diamond.

Do you want me to...

Nah, you're all right.

I'm fine.

I'm still a bit bloated from

lunch, to be honest with you.

Fair enough.

See you.

Gerry.

Eddie, Dean. Hey.

Hello.

It's been a good week.

Good.

So, how are you guys?

All right.

And how's Porsche?

Well, that's none of your f***ing

business any more, is it, Gerry?

What the f***?

You piss away my profits,

I'm going to piss on you.

You're too busy

banging the tarts.

They're too tired

to bang the punters.

It stops now. Understand?

And if I hear

so much as a whisper

you been taking it out

on the girls, I'll be back.

And I'll tie every one of these

weights to your prick, and I swear,

it's over the end of the

pier for you, fuckhead.

Sitting there, tasting your

own blood, I get to thinking,

"Why's Eddie really

in a pisser of a mood?"

Thinking.

Thinking makes me

realize that Eddie

got his money today,

same as always,

which means he don't really give

a spunk how I run my girls.

That is of zero concern to him.

Something is twisting Eddie's

tit, and not much does.

Not much except...

Miss me, baby girl?

You shouldn't be calling me.

Eddie wouldn't like it.

I loaned you to Eddie,

but you belong to me, Porsche.

I know that, Daddy.

I wanted to ring you to let

you know he's in a bad mood.

Don't want you getting

on his wrong side.

He's got a temper on

him, that old fart.

How do you know

he's in a bad mood, Daddy?

He just came by

in a stinky dinky funk.

Probably 'cause

the man is coming down.

He told you the man was coming?

No, you did, darling.

Oh, Daddy, you are so clever.

Yeah, that's right.

Clever for you, baby girl.

Now stay safe, remember

who loves you, yeah?

Okay, Daddy.

I love you, too.

Ciao.

He's like a drug.

A joint you share with

your mates or something.

Pass and toke.

Pass and toke.

I know it's wrong.

I know it's bad for me.

But it can make

me feel so good.

So good, I don't really

want to share it.

But I guess,

it's a shared joint.

And those are the rules.

So what am I going to do?

Honey, I'm home.

First time I met

Eddie, he was doing my mother.

Thing is, Eddie doesn't even remember this.

But it's true.

I'm four years old, he's big and

strong, and he's hurting her.

Eddie doesn't care.

Mum's been dead six years now.

I guess I've been

trying to figure out

the best way to screw

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