Chapter 8: ARIANNA

Oh my, he's a caveman mobster, that kiss had my hoo-hah 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 of 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.

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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. Right now, 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.