Disclaimer: I don't own anything here but my computer. Since my mind is currently being inhabitted by evil writing monkeys that want to make me write steamy lemons for poor Vinny...
Vincent: Don't call me Vinny. And why are the monkies evil again?
'Cause you aren't frustrated enough yet.
Vincent: ... I think YOU are the evil one...
I turned and hurried to the door halfway through, but my hand hadn't reached the handle. Falcon put a hand on my shoulder and guided me out of the door. I jumped the railing and landed on my feet six stories below, stooping to punch the ground.
I straightened, stepping over the small crater my hand had caused, waiting by the bike. I regretted my little tantrum, but I wasn't sure how to deal with it.
My mother was pregnant. All because I had left to find a better life without her. A gaudy carriage pulled in and stopped nearby. A large man stepped out and looked at his phone angrily. Then he glanced over at me and his jaw dropped. "Is that you, boy?" He stepped closer, squinting. "It is you! Vincent Valentine, it has been a while."
I saw Falcon exiting the building, reaching for his gun. I glanced at him and told him stand back with my eyes. He nodded and stayed as he was, weapon loose in his hand. I looked back the owner of the Black Mamba blankly. He didn't seem to like that.
"How in Ifrit's balls did a kid like you get into the Turks?" he asked, spittle flying from his lips. I spent the time to wipe my face with my sleeve before I answered him.
"What is your business with me, Don Corneo?" His face turned red with rage and he grit his teeth. I remained impassive throughout.
He stalked, or rather he tried to stalk, closer. "When you left, I lost my main source of profit. I made hundreds off of you every day! How many clients is that, huh? Seven clients per day at the beginning! No one else had that much stamina. At ten years old, too!" He froze and started yelling. "Now what do I have? A pregnant old woman, three girls who can only take two clients a day tops, and a simpleton boy who's got three diseases!" He was turning an unhealthy shade of purple.
I still hadn't changed my expression. "I hope you realize," Falcon said with false humor, "that while my young friend is not yet authorized to make arrests, I am fully capable of putting you behind bars at that admission." Don Corneo turned to the man with a sneer.
"But you'd have to arrest him for being a prostitute."
I glanced at the ground, taking a deep breath. Falcon surprised me then. "But from what I've heard, he was just a victim." The fat man growled and backed up. "But since all we have is a bike, and no cuffs, it'll have to wait till we get back from our assignment." He then proceeded to shoo Don away.
I saw him glance around for a bit. I was surprised when he put his arms around my shoulders, saying, "Well that was a fiasco that could've been easily avoided." He sighed and we walked back to the bike.
Awww... Falcon is so niiice...
Vinny should stop encouraging the evil lemon monkies and let me have my fun, ne?
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