Chapter 140

"Jemma, if I had a gun, I'd have shot his dick off."

"That'd take a lot of fun out of your marriage, Patricia. What you really need with Stephano is a stapler. You've been doing a great job with his dick so far, but his mouth is out of control. Your father never talks to me that way."

"Do you think it comes with age, Jemma, or do you think it's from what he saw growing up?"

"Your dad, he was already a grown man when he got mixed up with those folks, so he wasn't as easily influenced. Stephano though, he was just a kid back then, and who knows, maybe some of it stuck with him. But he had the best education money could buy. That was supposed to smooth out all the rough edges. See, I grew up in a rough part of Boston. My old man was a mason, and those bricklayers are a tough crowd. Spent my summers hauling bricks up scaffolds for him, earning some cash for myself. Didn't pick up their rough talk though,