“What’s her name?” I’m a fucking fool for not even getting her name.
He shuffles his feet, but keeps his eyes on me. He knows better than to back down, even if I am pissed off. I don’t have pussies working for me. I don’t fucking like weakness. “I don’t know.” My rage is getting the best of me. Of course he doesn’t fucking know. He probably doesn’t even know the real name of her dead husband.
“What’s his number? Give it to me.” Johnny immediately takes out his cell, pushes a few buttons. My phone on the bar beeps with a text.
It’s my doll’s dead husband’s number. Perfect. I call it. Why? I don’t fucking know why. I immediately hang the fuck up on the first ring. What the hell is wrong with me? What am I going to say? Hey, sorry I fucked you like you were some slut. Didn’t mean to take advantage. Fucking hell, I’m losing my touch. “I’m gonna send this over to Tony.” Tony will tell me everything he can about this number. From who it belongs to, to what that fucker ate for breakfast the day he died. More importantly, who his widow is.
“Johnny, how many of these fucking drops do I have to sit through today?”
“We’ve got three lined up, boss.” He answers.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I can’t shake my irritation. I need to calm down before shit gets out of hand. I roll my shoulders, throw my scotch back and pour myself another.
“Your ma having dinner tonight?” Johnny asks me like he has no clue. Must be his fucking nerves getting the best of him.
“Relax, I’m just a bit wound up.”
“What’d she say to you that’s got you on edge?” He asks.
“She didn’t say a god damn thing Johnny. I’m just curious.” He raises a brow in question.
“Her pussy that good?” He asks with a smirk.
“You really wanna push me right now?” That wipes the smile off his face and puts one on mine. I laugh at him and pour him a drink. I walk over to him, a glass in each hand. He takes it from my hand and gives a small nod in thanks. “Saluti.” I say clinking my glass with his.
“Saluti.” He takes a small sip and winces as the burn stings his throat. I chuckle and gulp back the rest. I shake out my arms and already feel a bit more relaxed. I throw my feet on the table and get ready to text Tony.
“What’s the cheers for, boss?”
I grin and press send on the text. I adjust in my seat and lean my head back on the sleek, black leather sectional. “Just found my new girl.”
His brows furrow in confusion and then disbelief, but he’s quick to correct himself. He takes another sip and walks to the window to look out over the field. It’s Sunday, but there’s nothing going on today. Team’s on break I take it. “Been a while for you hasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s been a bit. I wanna take her on though.”
“She in to that?” He asks with very real curiosity in his voice.
“Nah, I doubt it; that’s not how I like em’. I enjoy breaking em’ in.” I groan and adjust my dick just thinking about taking a belt to her lush ass. Fuck, I didn’t even get a chance to truly enjoy her body. I smirk thinking of how I’m gonna punish her the second I get her alone for leaving like she did.
Johnny says, “I’ve been thinking about trying a thing or two, in the bedroom.” He looks out the window like he’s thinking real fucking hard about it. I snort at him, but before he can respond there’s a hard knock at the door. I run a hand down my face and then through my hair. I can’t wait to get this shit over with so I can go to Ma’s and finally eat something. As Johnny opens the door my phone goes off on the coffee table. Perfect fucking timing. I don’t want to deal with whatever prick owes me money. I lean down to pick it up and as I do hell breaks loose. A fucking bullet whizzes by my head, right where I just fucking was.
Johnny’s scuffling with the fucker who’s screaming for his life at the door. Johnny pushes him down, laying all his weight on top of him, with one hand over his mouth and the other on the silencer attached to the gun. I’m real fucking aware of exactly how the gun is pointed so I stay out of the line of fire as I jump over the sofa and make my way to the two of them. Johnny’s a pretty big fucking dude. He’s all muscle, broad chested and this puny fucker doesn’t stand a chance. He’s putting up one hell of a fight though.
My hand reaches into the waist line of my pants but my gun isn’t there. Fuck! I don't have my gun. I always fucking have my gun. I look over to the door and its on the other side of the room. The worst fucking place possible. I keep low with my eyes on Johnny and this dumb shit. You gonna take a shot at me, you better fucking make sure it takes me out. Johnny carries reverse. I know right where his piece is. I come up from behind him and let him know its me.