La Bocca (the mouth) (The Spitfire) (3 page)

"No one's playing you, this is one of my buildings, I never
said where your new place was gonna be, why can't it be here, don't you think
you deserve to be in a place like this?"

I thought I saw a softening of her lips.

"When I've earned it yes, until then sayonara." She
headed for the door.

"Get back here you infuriating woman."

"What?"

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 was 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 wasn't exactly setting her up, she would be paying
rent, pittance though it was.

"You sure that's all there is to it? There’s no secret
passage leading from your lair to me, no midnight visits in the dark. I sleep
with my nine homes, just saying."

"Have a lot of experience with midnight visits do you?"

"Not really no, but since it looks like my caliber of
acquaintance is about to change for the worse a girl can never be too
careful."

Did she just...?

"Did you just insult me again?"

"Who, lil ole me nevah."

I needed this shit? What the
fuck, my life wasn't fucked enough with fucking turf wars and takeover attempts;
I had to add this shit to the mix? Fuck.

"You want the place or not?"

"Of course I want it, but I want a contract in writing that
states my nookie is not for sale Repeat, Arianna Rossi's nookie is not up for
grabs."

I held the bridge of my nose between my fingers where I felt the
headache starting.

"You're fucking insane you know that?"

"You want my apartment over the pub?"

"I could always drop your ass in the river; I'm thinking that
might be doing a lot of people a favor. In fact I should take out an ad in the
paper see if a mother-fucker would pay me to take you out."

"You're horny aren't you?"

"What the fuck?"

"It's the only explanation for your crankiness, either that
or not enough bran in your breakfast cereal, come on then time's a wasting,
let's go look at my new place of employment Don Vito."

This chick watched way too much TV. I was constantly having to
glare at the two stooges who seemed to think everything out of her mouth was
funny, the fucks.

What am I doing; seriously, I'm going to take her to my club where
I spend most of my time.

Out of all my businesses this one was my favorite hangout, now
she'll be living down the hall from me, right fucking next door, and she'll be
here in my face, there'll be no fucking escape. It's official, I've lost my
fucking mind.

"Let's go."

I took her elbow and was
surprised when she didn't pull away right away.

My
club is called Spice, it has three levels with bar ,lounge and night club, each
floor had textured walls in differing shades of blue from aqua to midnight
blue, there were liquid floors on all three levels, the space had the capacity
for three thousand and was usually full on the weekends with lines around the
block. Mouth was sure to do good here if she didn't get herself killed; there
are some pretty rough customers who liked to hang out in my place.

My head manager was waiting for us when we arrived since I'd
called ahead and had her meet us here.

The place wouldn't be opened for business for a few hours yet, but
there were staff members milling about getting things situated, I ran a tight
mother-fucking ship and they knew not to fuck around.

"Teresa Ricci, Arianna Rossi, she'll be working the floor
starting tomorrow night, get Jess to show her the ropes, show her around,
explain shit. She has experience so it should just be a matter of learning the
menus and how we do things around here."

I have no idea what happened
between those two when Teresa showed her around, I was busy looking over the
place, but as soon as they came back and Teresa moved off mouth was back in
effect.

"Fucked that didn't you, you dog?" She sneered at me.

What the fuck?

"Why do you say that?"

"Because she gave me the death ray glare. Somehow I pegged
you as having better taste than that. She looks like a poodle having a fucked
up hair day."

Okay I couldn't gut the guys for laughing at that one, that was
kinda funny, but damn, new dilemma.

Oh shit, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, mouth had
no filter and Teresa was trying to get back on my dick, not gonna happen.

But I was for damn sure gonna try getting into mouth's snatch
first chance I get , which might cause a problem with the two of them working
in such close proximity.

"Well come on Luca Brasi I have to go pack."

"Would you stop with the Godfather shit already?"

"Whatever you say Santino, say bye to the happy hooker and
let's be out.

Oh yeah, this had shit storm written all over it.

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
that I've 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 girl's sold in a week. She was making money for my
place and from evidenced by the tips on her credit card slips she wasn't doing
too badly 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 decided he wanted to sit in mouth's section one night and
Vivienne thought she should still get to take him. He was a big tipper
apparently.

The bus boys all had her back, they snitched to me about some of
the shit that some of the others tried to pull on her but my girl didn't take
anybody's shit as they all soon found out.

Teresa was the worst complainant of the bunch, nothing Ari did
seemed good enough for her ass, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure
that one out.

I was ready to tell all of them to leave me the fuck alone,
because I wasn't getting rid of her no matter what the fuck they said.

The only one not complaining was mouth; she never said shit to me
about anything. Stubborn as shit.

Tommy said she was the easiest job he had, he was bored already.

She went to school, came
home, went to work, and came home. What the fuck he did while she was in class
was anybody's guess, as long as he kept her safe and out of trouble I could
give a fuck.

Tonight I'm sitting in the V.I.P lounge, there're a few other
tables in there that I let some of my closer acquaintances use from time to
time. I didn't sit with those fucks though, when I was in my place I sat with
my crew so I could keep an eye on shit.

That fucker James Foster was in my place tonight, which meant I
had to be on my mother fucking Ps and Qs, that fuck was crazy on a good day and
homicidal on the rest.

He also fancied himself a
pretty boy and a lady's man, guess there were no mirrors in his fucked up
world.

I should've known there was going to be trouble when I saw Ari
coming up to the lounge to go to their table, now James was no acquaintance of
mine, but his boss Jonathan was cool people, some of my other associates didn't
like dealing with him because of the color of his skin, asked me how I could do
business with him, I told them because the only color I saw was motherfucking
green, bigoted fucks.

Mouth isn't supposed to work
the lounge, only seasoned workers worked this section, you had to earn that
privilege so why the fuck was Teresa sending her up here to Foster's table no
less?

The first time she went to the table I held my fucking breath like
a little bitch.

Things seemed to go well, she walked away to go fill their orders
and they were laughing and joking, all except Jonathan who wasn't looking too
happy , I couldn't hear what the fucks were saying from two tables over, but I
saw the looks.

That fucker James was licking his lips like he was at a meal while
watching her ass in her black mini skirt. Try it and die mother- fucker.

My boys sensed my tension and
went on alert, I didn't know what the fuck was about to go down but I was ready
for whatever the fuck jumped off.

She came back with a tray of drinks.

I saw his intent before he put thought into action and was out my
chair in a flash a bottle of Dom in hand, he grabbed her ass, and I brought the
bottle down across the back of his mother-fucking head.

Mikey and Vinnie were there before I could follow through.

I looked at Jonathan.

"He never steps foot in my mother- fucking place again."

I grabbed her hand, gave my boys orders to clean up this shit and
throw that fuck out back with the rest of the trash.

"Slow your roll there Nicky Scarfo." she tried to free
her hand but I just kept going.

"What did I tell you about that shit?"

"Hey that's not from the Godfather; he's a whole other breed
of crazy."

"Shut up mouth before I shut you up."

"Make me."

So I did ,right there in the middle of my motherfucking club for
the whole world to see, I picked her little ass up and kissed the fuck outta
her.

That ought a keep her ass quiet for two seconds.

Oh my, he's a caveman mobster, that kiss had my hoohah 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
a shit."

"Gotcha he's a whole other brand a cray,cray, okey
dokey."

"What were you doing up there anyway, I thought that was
Dina's section tonight."

"Your girlfriend told me to go, I don't think Dina was too
happy about it though and to tell you the truth if only pigs hang out up there
I'd rather keep my section thank you very much." she batted her eyes at
me.

"You think I don't know
you just insulted me don't you?" She tried to look innocent and shit, yeah
right.

"So how's it going so far?"

"It's going great, it will be even better when you let me get
back out there so I can make some money."

"You're not going back on the floor tonight."

"Excuse me, why not, it's Friday night, one of the best
nights for tips, no can do Louis lump, lump." I headed for the door but he
caught me around my middle and dragged me onto his lap.