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Conversations with The Muse aka Miss Murphy's latest demand

"Get me The Greek."

What Greek? We had a one off with that very sweet one named Eddie and you didn't seem to jive with him.

"Then find me a better Greek and then bring him to me..."

Excuse me? Remember when you were named Eleanor Van Cordan? I can make you a frumpy little waspy housewife again. In a minute.

"P-point taken. Please find me a handsome Greek and drop him off."

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by Alexandr Kostenko

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It spoke your name on the stairs that night.

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"I've been runnin' and fetchin' and doin' your dirty work for too fucking long, Colleen!"

The tall lanky frame of Frank Flannery wasn't quite prepared for the clawed hand coming straight for his face until it was too late and her thumb had nearly taken his eye out.

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you agreed to my father's dirty work!"

She barked at him as she got in another hard open handed slap before grabbing his lower jaw painfully hard as he attempted to grab at her hair. This enraged her even more and her acrylic nails became daggers cutting into his flesh.

"Crazy fucking bitch."

"You want crazy?!"

Her entire body launched at his knocking him off kilter and into Colleen's immaculately kept imported marble desk knocking a swan paperweight off smashing it to pieces. Frank was recalculating his transgressions as he felt Colleen's hand close over his throat before she barked a body guard's name and Frank found himself hefted over the side of the terrace where Colleen took most of her calls out in the sunshine and fresh air. Realizing he was ten stories up his gut flip flopped when his Oxford clad feet felt nothing underneath them.

"You may have agreed with Jimmy that you'd over see the day to day of the side business but you keep forgetting just who is running the show here."

The acrid smell of marijuana drifted towards his nostrils and made Frank heave. It was true that Colleen had built her unground empire selling huge quantities of the finest product to come from Bolivia but her real weakness and pleasure was smoking weed. Frank hadn't seen the huge red flags that were draped around the pretty green eyed brunette with long legs but they were coming out more and more even with her being stoned.

"It's you! It's you!"

"I know, dumbass. You seem to be the one forgetting it."

Another heavy toke and she held it as Frank felt his own lungs start to burn.

"You're never going to forget it again are you, Frank?"

Colleen exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that enveloped the two of them and the hulking bodyguards arm.

"N-never again, Colleen."

"Good. Bring him back over to the patio, Merv."

Frank's bones turned to jello as his feet it the patio and he dropped to his knees in front of her. In her white kimono style robe with her long dark hair down she looked downright frightening. Her toes were painted the same shade of inky midnight blue as the talon like tips of her nails. Her right pinky was shaped in a curved point and a hair longer than the rest.

'She may not touch her own supply but she's got her own primo shit.'

Frank thought to himself and made a mental note to try and find it. Knowing Colleen it was probably fish scale or some sort of designer shade.

"If you think you're going to find my stash, Francis think again. You and I may live together, we may be married but you will never know me like you think you do."

Colleen shot back to him turning his blood to ice. The crazy bitch could read his mind.

"I'm headed for a bath why don't you go out and find your little play thing? Yes, I know about Kelli."

A blank stare at his wife's feet and he felt like vomiting. His life was going to go from bad to worse. Unless he kissed major ass.

"I don't care what you do, Frank. Just come home occasionally. Merv will drop you off to her and have you back in two days."

"What about you?"

He asked her dumbly, he hadn't realized he had followed her like a lost dog let alone gotten to his feet. Frank's sleep schedule was fucked these days and the days bled together.

Pinning him down with her gaze as she threw her hair up into a bun on top of her head she sighed as she puffed and uncharacteristically offered the joint to him, he accepted, and gave him an answer while she drew a bath hotter than hell itself.

"I'll be in California for the two weeks, I'm meeting a few friends for a celebration."

The wheels in Frank's head turned for a minute as he took a hit like he'd seen Colleen do countless times and nearly felt his body spin. While hacking up a lung on the pristine pale pink marble floor he could hear Col's voice as clear as day in his head.

'Don't go bringing your fun into my home. I'll always know. Remember the Florida Incident? We don't want a repeat.'

Holding out his left hand he held the joint back out to her as she poured in a good measure of strongly scented bubble bath that she loved. It was from the UK, cost nearly $60 a bottle and reminded Frank of his Great Gran's garden on summer vacations when the family made the great migration back to Ireland to visit.

"Keep it, looks like you're going to need it. Take this one to your little toy, too. New shit in from Vietnam."

Turning her back to him she shrugged off the robe, grabbed a new joint from the glass holder on the small table next to the free standing still filling whirlpool tub and stepped into the hot water. Her svelte form and the weed made Frank's mind swim.

"You made your bed, lie in it, Francis. Have a good time. Let me know when Vanquez drops off his payment."

Sharp green eyes peeked over a creamy smooth shoulder as her long dark curls threatened to spill from the clips.

"Don't ever forget you started as the candyman...and you'll always be the candyman, Frank. You snared me into this...remember?"

It was like he was blind to his own body, the joints were neatly tucked into his pocket and wrapped in cheery little cherry blossom pink papers. His heart was pounding, his mind was reeling and it hurt to hobble back to his own bedroom to pack his bags to visit Kelli. Twenty minutes and one quick cold shower later Frank felt relatively normal as he waited out front of the sprawling mansion on the car Colleen had sent for. He had a life that most men would envy. His wife was from a very well connected family, they were upwardly mobile ( or at least Col was ) and they didn't have many worries.

'But most men stay at home with their wives on a random Friday night. You know while you're with Kelli she's going to be with him.'

The little voice said snidely to him as the car pulled up and he got in. Just as he turned back towards the house he saw a familiar scarily large form with long dark hair and a finely chiseled face who served as the head of Colleen's personal protection detail waltz by the window in Col's room holding what looked like a bottle of rose scented massage oil and a wolfish grin that no man would wear towards their employer.

"Off to the usual place tonight, Mr. Flannery."

"Y-yes, Hinkins."

Half remembered ghosts of their past together swam in in Frank's eyes as he melted into the plush buttery leather. He had indeed introduced her to the hard and fast life when he had rolled into town hunting down his baby brother, Jackie. He still hadn't found him yet even 15 years later but he had transformed that sweetly innocent green eyed hippy of a girl into a cold calculating bitch of a business woman. Colleen had taken Frank's business model and ran wild with and tended and fed it like a living breathing entity while presenting herself as a pillar of the community as she fed into vices and addictions. Her temper which had been nonexistent was now like an ocean since she'd lost her mother and was slowly losing her father to lung cancer.

"Did Ms. Col go over the new healthcare package with you yet, Mr. F?"

Frank's mouth went dry as another layer of Col's plan to slowly take over the tiny town her family had ridden into nearly 100 years before. It was almost vendetta like.

"Nope, not yet."

"Well, she told me to tell you to stop by because she's planning on having some big wig from city hall come down and go over everything. She'll get us on the boards and we'll be good to go on collecting an official paycheck from the town in addition to the cash we make from her. Just need to keep that quiet."

Merv gave him a wink before he slid the smoke grey divider up leaving Frank to his thoughts once more.

'You're well and truly fucked now, Frank."

He heard Jackie's cackling smoked over whiskey tinged voice.

"Don't I fuckin' know it, Jackie Boy...don't I know it."

The thought of his wife surrendering herself over to that huge brute of a man made Frank's stomach flop. He shifted his thoughts to pert perfect little bottle blonde Kelli and smiled.

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