Sweet Little Lies

taple in every resident's closet. Some in the city thought it was God punishing those who lived in sin, for the sin that was committed in Kingstown was no ordinary immorality. It wasn't just

ho prowled the pa

t if they even spoke one word, God would punish them. With what? Who knows? Maybe it would be a car running a stoplight as they crossed the street o

nce might bring them right to the front door of those responsible for said sins. The younger they were, the less seriously they took it. College-aged kids w

erienced part of that d

nd the monsters who ran the city - everywhere from the pubs on

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dez muttered to himself as he made the t

rained a lot in Kingstown, there were usually at least small breaks in between storms.

been robbed. They didn't steal cash or liquor. Instead, they focused on the cache of guns that was in the basement. A hidden basement. One that only a han

nt only

had a

ime since that affected him. Mendez used to relish it, staring down those who took too long to move or gazed too long at the gold pin on his breast pocket. Th

l as the rain that f

d chain in Kingstown, his reputation allowing for a certain level of protection. There were those

uld turn on him. And that was a problem. This information had cost him thousands upon thousands of dollars. Since learning of the heist, that paranoia that had almos

he w

ew the man sitting in the corner seat at the bar, what section of the newspaper he was reading, and how many drinks he had had by the slump in his shoulders. The screens were

elt like. Safe. Somethin

f getting too comfortable, too trusting, too safe. With age and

ust a wa

hose who were learning from your lapses in judgement. Every successful empire to ever exist

e had broken tha

in the far side corner by the kitchen. A large, hulking man opened

e one daring to actually speak to him. These were men with power, and still they shrank in the midst of Mendez. A spark of si

ith 24-karat gold. An argument broke out at the table in the corner but was stopped immediately by security. It didn't matt

t restrooms, a private room lay hidden behind a locked door. When he entered, a large man stiffened, eyes trained on Mendez. Beh

His deep vo

ard took his own key out, and they slid them both into the locks simultaneously. W

t door had guns trained at the entrance, no doubt the flashing red light indicating that the vault door had been opened. The climb wa

what was most likely the most important meeting he'd had in years. Mendez fixed

ng him in. There were only five other people in the room. Mendez's two guards, his right hand, b

oke first, shadows da

king the seat across from him, he re

ce when a Mendez r

ight, of

that has plagued Kingstown recently." Waving h

"Yes, I heard of yo

not just m

of the biggest in the world. Mendez might be rich and successful, but Glover was rich and successful. He came from old money, his family owning property all