black and white

by colin d fox


screams in the night. frankie shrugs. vincent hangs his head down, ashamed. frankie pulls his limp head up by his sweaty over-long hair. ' you numb fuck'. slap. vinnie barely registers the pain. ' Damn you'. Frankie screams at him again in rage. ' DAMN YOU, YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER'. Frankie hits Vinnie again across the face several times. Then he collapses into the chair set across the floor, beside the other, more plush seat, currently occupied by Jonny ' the czech' tozzarito. frankie mumbles. jerking a thumb toward the wretched figure of vinnie where they have tied him to the wooden post. ' this guy over here had it all. he had everything. that prick currently breathing pain and sweating misery was our top guy. Our top fucking guy. and now look at him. ' they both look at him. frankie grabs the czech's jacket and pulls it slightly. ' Man, he was my best pal for years. we went out with the same broads, ran the same crap games over in nigger-town and shared our first protection rackets. and now he's hanging there and i'm the one slapping the life out of him. what the fuck is that all about? I ask you, man, what the fuck is that all about?'