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Chapter 9: Prince Of The City

Author: Jordan Silver
last update Last Updated: 2022-10-26 14:15:06
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 motherfucker 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?"

She flounced off in her little skirt and tight top, she was going to drive me up the fucking wall, I just knew it.

I watched her for a while on camera, everything seemed cool, I had Dom one of the bouncers on her from afar and they all knew if anything jumped off involving her they were to call me.

What they thought of that edict I didn't know and didn't give a fuck.

I finally got some work done since pain in the ass seemed to be staying out of trouble so far.

At around three in the morning, which was closing time I had Mikey go get her and bring her up to my office. There was no sense in her taking a cab when we were going to the same place.

She came through the door huffing and puffing while pulling off her shoes.

"My dogs aren't barking, they've crawled into a hole and died." She dropped down on the couch.

"Dogs, what dogs, you're not allowed to have dogs in my building."

They all started laughing, her, Mikey and Tony.

"What the fuck's so funny?"

"It's an expression moron, it means my feet hurt." She rolled her eyes at me like I was fucking stupid.

"Why the fuck didn't you just say that shit, the fuck you keep talking in riddles, I look like I have time to decipher code. If your feet hurt sit down, put them up and I'll take you home soon.

"You're such a sweetheart, how can I resist?"

One clip to the chin, please just one, who could blame me really, crazy ass nut job. Dogs barking and shit, and those two assholes weren't any better, laughing their fucking heads off, the fucks.

***

Prince If The City

***

We were halfway home when the attack happened, they came at us from all sides, guns blazing, stupid fucks as if I'd let them corner me.

Two cars tried to box us in; one in front and one behind, what they didn't know was that I always had a trailer a few cars back for situations just like this, not to mention the only thing piercing this fucking tank on wheels is a drone.

I still pulled her head down just to be safe, while my guys took charge. My driver could outmaneuver Andretti on a bad day, no fear, just drive right through those fucks, they weren't expecting that shit, they expected us to try to evade fuck that shit.

I had the phone to my ear and my other hand on her head holding her down even though nothing was getting through my shit, but you never know.

"Who?"

I got the answer and hung up, I guess the fucks wanted a war after all.

"Who?" Mikey asked.

"Stacco."

If I had been paying closer attention I would've noticed the sudden tension in Arianna's body.

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