"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.
"That better be a gun in your pocket."
"It's my dick; now sit still before I introduce you."
Just for kicks I gave a little grind on his goods, that'll teach him. Maybe not. His mouth was on mine again and I was swallowing his tongue.
Chapter 8
It's back to work for me, I haven't seen the boss yet since I arrived maybe I'll get lucky and he'll stay out of my business.
“What the fuck, mouth what're you doing?”
Oops spoke too soon.
Apparently that James guy hadn't cashed in his ticket last night; good for him, I had more important things to deal with right now than his stupid ass.
I have to deal with this crazy ass man who seems to think he could tell me what to do. Uh huh that's gonna work.
"I'm working the floor."
"No! You're not."
'Why not?" Oh he wanted to clip me one, instead he was back to pulling out his hair or at least giving a good impression of it.
"Were you not there when that fucking asshole grabbed your ass?"
"Oh please Copernicus, guys have been grabbing my ass since forever....."
"What the fuck, who?" He looked ready to commit murder.
I just gave him a look, he was mental, then again all mobster types usually were, at least that's my take.
"Never mind all that, I have to get back on the floor. You kept me off last night, apparently so you could get off, how'd that work out for you?" I smirked at him, this guy was so easy to work up, just call him a few names, ignore a couple of his dictates and he was ready to strangle me, sheesh, like now, he was looking at me like he wanted to chuck me out the window , hah.
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 don't peddle flesh, ma would scalp my ass, 'nough said.
What the fuck am I gonna do with crazy chick, couldn't she understand that I would've killed that fucker last night if my boys hadn't pulled me off of him? The next mother-fucker might not get off so easy.
"How about behind the bar?"
"Don't know shit about mixing drinks."
"I know! You can work on the books."
"You been dropped on your head one time too many. I, am, going, back, on, the, floor.” She folded her arms after giving me shit.
Oh hell, I knew I should never have brought her here, now I'll never get any work done worrying about somebody's hands on her ass. Fuck me.
"Fine, go on the floor, but if I end up killing a mother-fucker it's on you."
"Oh yeah, who're the other hundred or so on Bugsy Siegel?"
This fucking girl.
"Get to work will ya?"