La Bocca(7)

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.





Chapter 7





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?"