Chapter 53: Prince Of The City

"Am I paying you to be a fucking cook?"

"Don't take it out on them it's not their fault."

"Yeah, well you just cost them their jobs."

"Wha...you can't, Shane don't do that." She looked back and forth between me, and them; uh huh, I've got you now, found your weak spot.

I left the kitchen like I was really mad. I'd given the guys the look to let them know I was playing her, I couldn't very well fault them for this, she gets the drop on me too; it seems there's no way to contain the murderous little deviant.

She followed me out of the kitchen pleading with me not to fire the boys, I could tell that this was going to be my life, I could tell her to quit this shit a million times I could threaten I could lock her ass up somewhere, she'd still find a way. There was only one thing to do.

"Get packed, we're going to Chicago."

She stopped short; "You're kicking me out, you can't kick me out...."

I rolled my eyes again, since when had I picked up her