Ruth Woods. Wife of Claude Woods, though hopefully not for much longer. My dearly detested husband. The man who is the reason my sister and I sought out Irene Calla. I'd heard of her before, yeah, in some back alleys. No one knew who she was, or why she did what she did, but she seemed to be a person who helped people. When Eva and I met her, she almost seemed like the kind of blonde beauty who should've been in the pictures. Her voice was raspy; she wasn't from America, either. Smoke seemed to follow her, and she smoked a pipe, her fingers twisting and curling around it. She was so beautiful, all in her deadly glory, that I think if she had killed me, or done anything to me, I still would've been wrapped up in her web of raspy words and smoke. 525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmhmqfw1sKF
But then she offered to help Eva and I. She said that if we wanted to, if we needed a job, if we needed an escape, that she would help us. She said she would give us a job, going on shine runs and helping out around what she called the Smoker. We later found out that the Smoker was what they called the speakeasy, the one she had inherited from her parents. Along with the gang, they also gave her the speakeasy, the one she had apparently grown up with. With the speakeasy came the tasks of running it, and with that came taking on people to run it. 525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXQW2MxnOyS
We met her husband, too. A tall, brown haired man, who kept an arm around his wife as though he was a five year old and she was his new toy. He reminded me of Claude, the way he talked and moved. He was possessive over her, so much so that when she smiled and winked at me, laughed, he pulled her in closer, and fear flashed through her eyes. Nevermind, he was almost exactly like Claude, I resolved that the best idea would be to get him away from her, to keep her safe. She was older than me, taller, stronger. But I almost felt a need to protect her. When she saw Eva, her eyes lit up. It was adorable, almost like how a child looks on Christmas. 525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDgmcQcey9G
We've been working for a few weeks. Eva likes doing shine runs more, she likes the thrill of the chase. I like working at the Smoker. The people are interesting, and when Irene comes through, it's like seeing citizens bow down to their queen. She commands respect, even in just the way she walks. Sometimes she'll actually sit down at the bar, crossing her legs at the ankles and smiling, laughing in such a joyous way that you can barely notice how the blood on her hands stains her skin red. She's got power, and she knows it. It's terrifying, and yet somehow...it's beautiful. 525Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8mwXOIlY6v
Beauty is one of the most deadly things, and yet it is regarded as the highest trait
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