Lady Boss (The Spitfire Book 2)(14)

Fuck, I'm not telling her shit, she'd find out in a few months like everybody else does, I'll just have to keep an eye on her for both their sakes.

I turned to her pulling her back to me, her body was back to being a block of wood.

Alright, that's the way it is is it, tough. I forcefully pulled her back into my arms; she actually struggled for a little bit before I tangled her up with my arms and legs.

"Seriously Mouth, I don't need you to talk to me to fuck you, you wanna give me the silent treatment go ahead, but in this room that shit is dead, now stop being a brat, and settle the fuck down."

Her body just stopped, just like that, I didn't trust it but she didn't move for the next five minutes, then I heard it, she was sniffling, what the fuck?

I turned her over and was gutted, she had fucking tears streaming down her face.

"No, no, no, no, no, baby...ssh, come on now, don't do that."

Have I mentioned how much I hate for the women in my life to cry, well seeing ma or the girls cry is nothing compared to this shit, you could fillet me with a hatchet, and that shit wouldn't hurt as much.

"Please, fuck, what did I do, did I hurt you, shit?" I was checking all over her body for injuries, it couldn't be the bite marks could it, I didn't think I was biting her that hard, hard enough to mark but not hard enough to break the skin, fuck.

She made a hiccupping sound as I pulled her little body closer to me.

"Tell me why you're crying; please tell me why you're crying baby."

"You didn't respect me."

"When, just now, Mouth...."

"No, before, when you locked me in the room, you don't respect me, you think I'm too stupid to handle myself, when I've been evading Carlo Stacco all this time on my own, I got all that information together and everything, but in the end you treated me like an air headed bimbo."

Fuck me, now she put it that way, I sounded like a real asshole, fuck, what the fuck was I supposed to do now?

"How can I fix this, huh, tell me what to do."

I didn't see the smirk that crossed her face, had I seen it I would've covered my balls and ran for cover.





Chapter 11





Prince of the City





Sucker, I'm glad his mom had let slip how much he hated tears, now I had him just where I wanted him, I knew the silent treatment wouldn't work for too long on his hard headed ass, the man had Alpha male stamped all over his shit, but there's always more than one way to skin a cat, now I had him in the palm of my hands, oh the possibilities.

I had to control my grin before I could answer him, couldn't give myself away had to make him sweat the little shit.

"I don't know that there's anything you can do, you made me look stupid in front your boys and my uncle and dad." I gave a little sullen shrug for effect.

You should see his face, if he could kick his own ass in that moment he would've. Meanwhile the tears are still flowing, hehehe.

"Come on now baby, stop crying you're fucking killing me here, whatever you want me to do I'll do it."

I let him hug me close, after all I loved his hugs and the sex, sweet merciful heavens, that shit was hot, maybe I should freeze him out more often because he went above and beyond on that one.

"I don't know, I'll think about it, let's just go to sleep okay."

"You done crying?" I nodded yes with tears on my cheeks. "You sure?"

Damn, he really hated tears, click, locked away for future use; life was so good to me. Don't laugh Ari he'd see through you in a flash if you do. But it was so hard not to, the big bad mobster freaked over a few tears, this was gonna be good. Though I'm not a simpering imbecile it wouldn't hurt to keep his ass in check every once in a while, and if I played my cards right, he'd never catch on that I was playing him. Sweeeeet.





Well that didn't last long, I had one day of free reign after my crying jag, a day where he treated me with kid gloves and let me do whatever I wanted, even going back to the club because I whined about how much I missed it. He wasn't too happy about it but he let me work a shift.

Then his natural bossiness kicked back in and it was all over. Damn.

Now he's on a tear because he heard through the grapevine that Carlo Stacco made a threat against me.

I walked into his study where he was once again ranting on the phone, his face a dark scowl as he sat behind his desk, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows , buttons undone to his chest.

Hmmm; if he ever caught on to how much I wanted him he'd be hard to deal with, better keep that to myself for a while yet.

I'd had no real idea who he was when I first came here, I knew of him of course, the youngest man in my father's profession so to speak, but I'd always pictured some heavy jowled out of shape blowhard, imagine my surprise when we first met.

He was the complete opposite to all that and I'd found myself day dreaming about him since then. I always swore I'd never end up with a guy like him, I wanted to get about as far away from this life as possible, but here I am, and if this nut had anything to say about it, here I'll be staying.