I wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman or a kid

I wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman or a kid and he was asking me to do both, never mind his double negative. It was a definite weak spot on my “bad motherfucker” resume.

Correcting the grammar of a mob boss was not a way to ingratiate yourself into "The Family." Where I came from, the Triad and Parallelegra mobs could be counted on to

speak perfect grammar. But not this 'family'....I was going to have to ignore all grammar errors--my english teacher would turn over in her grave. But I had to

remind myself that my English teacher was not dead. She was only away on vacation and I would see her on Monday when I returned to school. For now I would fend for myself using my

dictionary and thesaurus. Although my thesaurus was getting a little worn out because I liked to use it as a pillow every night, and I had a problem with drooling in my sleep when

I was scared. Thankfully, this problem was about to be solved because

they were sending The Wolf, directly. He was 30 minutes away. He'd be there in 10. Jimmy put some coffee on

regretted how freely he'd used the "N" word. I mean when his girl was around he NEVER used the "N' word. But Jules hadn't said anything. Jesus Jimmy thought, am I a racist? Vincent

realized that if Jimmy thought "am I a racist" then he was well on the way to becoming one. Jules finally piped in with "What about the Z" word?

"there is no Z word" was the reply. they quietly sipped their cokes for a moment, each mentally noting that it tasted terrible separately but in unison. the breeze from