La Bocca (the mouth) (The Spitfire)

by Silver, Jordan

  He looked like a fluttering fish that had gone too far on the sand and couldn't get back to the water.

  "Well she tried to..."

  "Stop lying James it's embarrassing. Tell me why I shouldn't cap your ass right fucking now?"

  "I'm family..."

  He started with the same bullshit excuse he always fell back on when he fucked up.

  "Yeah, family who I sent on an errand in my name and you accosted a young woman while doing business IN MY MOTHERFUCKING NAME." I was yelling by the time I was through. He stepped the fuck back while Vinnie and Mikey stepped up to flank him, ready to do whatever I asked.

  "Okay hood rats, calm down boys, the boy is green and horny, that's no reason to kill him. I'm thinking the shot to the ass is punishment enough for his troubles. Just keep him away from me and maybe he'll live to see his next birthday."

  I just looked at her, now she was telling me how to run my shit.

  "Get out of here James; I'll deal with you later."

  As the fuck was leaving he looked back over his shoulder at me with a puppy dog look on his face.

  "Don't tell ma okay?"

  Fuck, no respect.

  "Get the fuck outta here before I blow out your kneecaps."

  He hobbled as fast as he could, yeah I might think twice about killing him, but there's nothing stopping me from maiming his dumb ass.

  "Right, looks like I'm done here, can I go now?"

  "I thought you wanted to see your new apartment and where you'll be working."

  "What, now?"

  "Why not, you got something better to do?"

  Or someone maybe, I'm sure she had to have men falling all over her gorgeous ass. Once you got past that mouth of hers the rest of the package was spectacular.

  "Okay, if you're sure let me go up and get my bag and stuff."

  "Sure go ahead." What the fuck, I had shit lined up to do for the rest of the day, I didn't have time to be chauffeuring her around. But I wasn't quite ready to leave her company.

  She left the room, that hot ass of hers hugged sweetly in those tight as fuck jeans, damn. I almost licked my lips.

  "You better check her bag when she comes back bro." This was Mikey's suggestion as if I was too green to know that.

  "Thanks for the info."

  "That bad?"

  "Vinnie man you have no idea, she makes our wives look like amateurs."

  Vinnie whistled between his teeth.

  "I think our bro here is in for a hell of a time, it'll be fun to see who comes out on top in this little war they got going on."

  "Shut the fuck up Mikey, you two pussy whipped mother fuckers are just sad, watch and learn boys, watch and learn." The fucks fell all over themselves laughing. Fuckers.

  "I want someone on her from now on."

  "Any particular reason?" Vinnie asked.

  'Because it's what I want, better make it Tommy."

  Tommy was one of my best men, the woman was more trouble than she was worth, somehow I don't think I'm the only one she gets mouthy with, whatever she'd done before today was out of my control, but from now on I'll look out for her until I didn't feel the need to do it anymore. Which could be never.

  Whatever! I never questioned myself or second guessed my instincts. Right now they were screaming at me to keep 'mouth' close. So that's what I'll do. What the fuck will come of it was anyone's guess.

  "Let's roll Tony Montana." She bounced back into the room.

  I might end up killing her before the day was out, save myself the fucking headache.

  Chapter 4

  I have no idea how the fuck we ended up at my building. I had no intentions on moving her into my high rise ,but for some fucked up reason we ended up here, on my floor, at a fifteen thousand dollar a month pad at one of the best addies in the fucking city if not the state.

  I had to glare the two fuckwads better known as my brothers in law into submission since they were finding this shit funny. Probably thought I was becoming as whipped as their sorry asses. Fuck if I'd ever let that happen, especially not by some slip of a girl with trots of the mouth.

  "What're we doing here?"

  "I thought you wanted to see your new place?"

  "Your cheese fall off your cracker Don Corleone?"

  "Say what now." I knew this bitch was touched, what the fuck was she talking about, cheese and crackers?

  "You hungry?" I looked at her perplexed.

  "You're not too bright are you Shane?"

  "How bout I clock you in that mouth of yours, would you like that?"

  She batted her fucking eyes at me. Just once, one little tap right across that mouth of hers, it would go a long way to assuaging my damn aggravation.

  "Now what the fuck were you saying?"

  "Never mind Rocky, but seriously dude, this place must cost a mint, I paid three fifty a month in rent, there's no way I can afford the rent on this place, are you bent?"

  "Didn't I say you'd have the same deal, and stop with the insults before I really pop you one."

  Ma would understand, she was always preaching to me about stress and shit, I just had to tell her the mouth was stressing me the fuck out, yeah that'll work.

  "What's the catch, I mean how do you see me paying this off?"

  "You're really obsessed with me fucking you aren't you mouth?"

  "Whatever Tiny." she walked off.

  Did she just insult my dick?

  "You two shut the fuck up." Snickering fucks, I should shoot one of them just for the hell of it that ought to shut them both the hell up. Maybe not, then I'd have to deal with one of my crazy ass sisters. Fucking women.

  "Are you always this difficult?" I followed her over to the wall of windows with a view over the city skyline

  "Only when I'm being played."

  "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.

  Chapter 5

  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.

  Chapter 6

  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 litt
le 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?"

  "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."