Chapter 5: Prince Of The City

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?"

"Tony man, you have no idea. She makes our wives look like amateurs."

Tony 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?" Tony 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 question 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.

***

I have no idea how the fuck we ended up at my building. I had no intentions of 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?"