She left the room, that hot ass of hers hugged sweetly in those tight as fuck jeans, damn. I almost licked my lips. "You better check her bag when she comes back, bro." This was Mikey's suggestion as if I was too green to know that. "Thanks for the info." "That bad?" "Tony man, you have no idea. She makes our wives look like amateurs." Tony whistled between his teeth. "I think our bro here is in for a hell of a time; it'll be fun to see who comes out on top in this little war they got going on." "Shut the fuck up, Mikey, you two pussy whipped mother fuckers are just sad, watch and learn boys, watch and learn." The fucks fell all over themselves, laughing. Fuckers. "I want someone on her from now on." "Any particular reason?" Tony asked. "Because it's what I want, better make it, Tommy." Tommy was one of my best men. The woman was more trouble than she was worth; somehow, I don't think I'm the only o
Way too much attitude in this one! "Listen, there's no catch okay, it's just that you're a young girl alone in the city. I have two sisters. If either one of them were in your position, I would want someone to look out for them. Sure, I could put you somewhere else, but this is the best I could come up with. It's secure, in the best neighborhood in our fine city, and it's close to the club you'll be working at." Quick thinking there, Flanagan, that sisters angle was fucking inspired, plus total bullshit, those two crazy broads could take down a motherfucker with sheer bitchiness alone. Just let her buy this shit so I can get her moved in as soon as possible. What about after you've fucked her and grown tired of her as you inevitably always do? I'll cross that fucking bridge when I get to it. She can be moved out as easily as she's moved in. I've never put a woman up in one of my places before. This was new territory for me; besides, I was
In one week, Mouth has managed to alienate most of her co-workers, except the guys. They, of course, loved her, the girls, not so much. I got more complaints in the last few days than in the whole time I'd had this place. There was name-calling, put-downs, and what some called just plain rude. To hear it from the guys behind the bar and the kitchen staff, it was a different story. They couldn't sing her praises enough, and beyond that, two things. The customers loved the shit out of her, both men and women, and she was a fucking selling machine. She sold more top-shelf shit in one night than most of my girls sold in a week. She was making money for my place, and as evidenced by the tips on her credit card slips, she wasn't doing too bad herself. So my conclusion: jealousy. Don't get me wrong. I know Mouth is a pain in the ass. I heard her ask Vivienne if she was dropped on her head at birth because apparently one of Vivienne's regulars de
Oh my, he's a caveman mobster, that kiss had my hoo-hah weeping; shit, he was all kinds a good. Damn, if I'd let him know, though. I slid down his body when he was finished assaulting my mouth. Good thing he grabbed me again because my knees were shot. He led me upstairs to his office, poured me a cognac, and sat behind his desk. "What's this?" "Drink it." I shrugged my shoulders; whatever, that shit burned like a mother-fucking bitch. "Who was that jackass you tried to decapitate Tommy Pitera?" "What the fuck do you do study the mob or some shit?" "Among other things." "To answer your question, pain in the ass, his name's James Foster." "Another one, what the fuck is up with these James guys and my ass?" "There's a difference. My little brother is a twenty-year-old kid who doesn't know his head from his ass. This asshole is a mean, vicious piece of shit." "Gotcha, he's a whole other brand a cray, c
See, I knew she was going to drive me fucking crazy, bat shit just like she is. She'd tried to bite off my tongue last night, crazy nut. Like she hadn't enjoyed it. I know she'd been enjoying it just fine until the fucking guys knocked on the door; I'll be ready for her later though. "I don't need your ass on the fucking floor, how many mother-fuckers you want me to have to kill?" "Oh my! The light's on but nobody's home." She shook her head like I was a lost cause or some shit. "Say what now." "Nothing, nothing, just talking to myself." "Do that a lot do ya?" "What's it to ya, now back to business, I'm going back to the floor and you can't stop me, I have rights you know. If you're so worried about it tell your patrons to keep their filthy hands to themselves, not just me, but all the girls." Like I give a fuck about all the girls, some of them encouraged that shit, though I didn't want that shit in my place. I d
My guys pulled into the underground parking garage beneath my building after my security detail ascertained it hadn't been breached. My would-be attackers were roasting their nuts up on the boulevard, good luck with identifying them. I pulled mouth out the car behind me; she seemed no worse for wear for all that she'd been shot at. Crazy lady was acting like it was par for the course. I appeared calm on the outside, but inside I was coldly furious. Stacco was a dead fuck. He'd played his hand and lost, amateur fucker. "You doing okay there mouth?" I checked her over more closely to make sure she wasn't in shock or some shit. "Oh just peachy, tell me again why it makes more sense for me to catch a ride with you than taking a cab? If I knew I would be trying out for a part in A Bronx tale, I would've dressed more appropriately." Did I say this bitch was crazy, certifiable? Where were the tears and recriminations, the screami
It was time to talk, there were some things that had to be put on the table, not least of all was the fact that she now belonged to me, I had no doubt she'd try to fight me on that but it didn't matter, my mind was made up, she gave me her virginity, I held that shit in high regard, I was gonna put a ring on it like the song said, first chance I get even if I have to hog tie her ass and get her to the church. I fully expected it to come to that, which means I'm just as fucked in the head as she is. I cornered her in the bath tub, I'd run us a nice hot bath with some sea side smelling bath salts, she was quiet this morning and I wondered if that was a regular occurrence or just her natural shyness after last night and this morning. Hopefully this was her norm in the mornings at least then I was sure to get some peace and quiet out of some part of the day. "So Machiavelli you've deflowered little old me, what do you plan to do with me now, toss me aside like y
I tried the key in the door with as much trepidation as one facing a firing squad. I knew she was going to be pissed all the fuck off, who knows what crazy lady had in store for me. I opened the door to complete quiet, not a sound, I walked down the long ass hallway and got my first surprise, my bedroom door was standing open. My heart started racing out of my fucking chest, where the fuck was she? My head started doing some buzzing shit and I felt like I was about to black the fuck out. If my enemies had gotten to her, if they had harmed one hair on her fucking head I'm going to turn this motherfucking city into a river of blood. It was then I heard a noise coming from the kitchen and drew my gun. I'd let Mikey and Tony go because all they were doing was getting on my fucking nerves, humming the fucking wedding march and shit. I crept down the hallway, gun at the ready until I reached the kitchen. This fucking girl, what was I go