The Spitfire

Chapter 4: Prince Of The City

What the hell am I gonna do with this girl, she was driving me batty, and that was saying a lot.

With two sisters who cornered the market on bitchy, I have my fair share of experience dealing with this s**t, but 'Mouth ' took the f*****g cake.

I've never met anyone like her, neither man nor woman. If she'd been a dude, I would've capped her ass already, just for the aggravation alone.

She was one cool customer, too, this one. I know she was afraid, not scared shitless, but she wasn't stupid enough not to appreciate the danger, not to fear me, but she held up well. No one would ever suspect to hear that mouth of hers.

When my second lieutenant and brother-in-law Anthony showed up with a hobbling James, I was ready to be done with this s**t.

Not with her, but with the situation.

Her I think I will be dealing with for a long time to come.

"You!" the dumb f**k started off on the wrong foot already. Pointing at 'Mouth' with a scowl while hopping on his crutches.

"Hey Jimmy, how's your ass?" she made a pistol out of her fingers and shot at him.

Lord, why me, the Staccos couldn't take me down, so you sent this nut job to finish me off? She had to be somebody's idea of a secret weapon.

"Why, you little bitch." He made as if to go after her. I didn't like that one f*****g bit; if anyone were gonna go upside Mouth's head, it would be me.

"James, settle the f**k down. Now you wanna tell me again what the f**k happened up there?"

"Hey man, I already told you." He was starting to sweat already.

"Tell me again." I know this guy's a f**k up of the first order, but he knew better than to f**k with me. If I didn't like what he had to say, I just might put my foot in his ass.

"Start talking."

"Like I said, I knocked on the door and told her who I was and why I was there. She opened the door all huffy and s**t. I told her what you said, and I guess she didn't like it because next thing I know, she's waving a gun around. I tried to get the hell outta there, and this crazy b***h just shot me."

I looked over at Rossi to see if she was going to defend herself.

She had her head back on the chair, eyes closed. Yep, one crazy-ass b***h. She's in a room with four armed men, well three and a half, and what does she do? She f*****g feigns sleep.

"Hey, Rossi, are we boring you here?"

"Oh, is the performance over? I'm sorry." she pretended to wipe sleep from her eyes while fake yawning.

This f*****g chick.

"You have anything to say to this?"

"I already told you my version, king Solomon, now it's up to you to decide who's telling the truth, but if there's any splitting in two to be done, I say cut Jimmy's other butt cheek make it all even."

"How bout I cut your fucking..."

"James, for the last time, shut the f**k up, and you, stop with the bullshit and answer me. Do you have anything to say? It's only fair that a man gets to face his accuser."

"I knew you wouldn't believe me." She folded her arms in a huff. Now she was acting like a brat who didn't get her way.

"I didn't say I didn't believe you."

"Shane..." I gave James a look to shut him the f**k up. I knew she was telling me the truth, but I needed her to say it in front of him. The lying f**k.

"It's like I told you, he tried to grab my ass, and I pretended to go into the bedroom to change into slut wear, as if." She sneered at him while turning up her nose like he was something foul.

"I came out with my gun, he had his pants halfway off by the time I got back, and when he saw the gun, he tried to run, and I shot him. Now genius, if you were standing at the door, why were your pants off? Second, why is there no bullet hole in your pants?"

She had a point that could easily be verified. I turned to look at him to see how he would try to weasel himself out of this one.

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 f*****g now."

"I'm family..."

He started with the same bullshit excuse he always fell back on when he f****d 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 f**k back while Tony 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 s**t.

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

As the f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k? I had s**t lined up to do for the rest of the day. I don't have time to be chauffeuring her around. But I wasn't quite ready to leave her company.