Jack Vettriano Bad Boy, Good Girl

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important lesson: hitting people was thuggery. Paying other people to do the hitting on your behalf was good business.
'I'd like you lads .
'Mr Throat tells me youse boys is the best ting since slicing bread,' he said. 'Youse got everyting youse need?'
They nodded, mutely. People tended not to speak to Chrysoprase in case they said something that offended him. They wouldn't know it at the time, of course. They'd know it later, when they were in some dark alley and a voice behind them said: Mr Chrysoprase is really upset.
'Youse go and rest up in your dressing room,' he went on. 'Youse wants any food or drink, youse only got to say.'
He'd got diamond rings on his fingers. Cliff couldn't stop staring at them.to meet Chrysoprase,' said Dibbler. 'An old friend of mine. Me and him go way back. That right, Chrys?''Indeed.' Chrysoprase gave Dibbler the warm friendly smile a shark bestows on a haddock with whom it suits it, for now, to swim in the same direction. A certain play of silicon muscles in the corners also suggested that, one day, certain people would regret 'Chrys'