Free La Bocca (the mouth) (The Spitfire) by Jordan Silver Page A

requisitioned from its
previous owner. I needed her place for something else so she had to go.
    It's not like I was throwing her out in the street or some fuck. I
owned enough residential buildings, all of them way nicer than this piece of
shit that I could hook her up with a new pad, but no. She had to dig in her
heels giving me shit about tenant’s rights and lease laws and fuck all. The
fuck?
    She must not have heard.
    Anyway my little stepbrother James went to see Miss. Rossi on my
behalf for the one hundredth time and apparently this crazy ass chick had
hauled off and shot him in the ass.
    Now James is a lying fuck, so
I took his version of events with a grain of salt. That's why I'm here now in
my office at my new pub, sitting across from the pain in the ass, who didn't
seem to know I could end her in ten seconds.
    "So Miss. Rossi, we meet again."
    Crazy lady rolled her eyes at me. I looked over to my right hand
man Michael who seemed to be having trouble not laughing.
    Of course he would find this shit funny, his wife, my sister
Sophia wasn't much better in the crazy stacks. In fact all the bitches around
here seemed to either be on the rag or plum mother-fucking nuts. Except my ma,
ma was an angel among women.
    Now as for James, that fuck wasn't really my stepbrother, he's not
my father's son and he's not my mother's, rumor had it that my grandfather who
I inherited the business from used to mess with his mother.
    How the fuck he ended up in my house is a mystery, but I was a kid
when all this shit happened so I don't know fuck.
    Grandpa stepped down three years ago when I turned twenty three.
    Dad's a heart surgeon, he's as far removed from this shit as you
can get. I take lives, he saves them. We have running debates on the subject
every Sunday at the dinner table, but that's for another time.
    Right now I'm trying to figure out what to do with 'the mouth'.
    "Why did you shoot my little brother?"
    "I should've known he was another pig."
    Michael almost choked the fuck.
    "Do you know who I am Miss. Rossi?"
    "Yeah yeah, the big bad Shaney Flanagan, so what?"
    Did she just call me Shaney?
    I had to glare at Michael to shut him the fuck up.
    "So you're not afraid of me huh?"
    "Contrary to what has been written, I don't believe in
playing poor and helpless to give my enemy a fake sense of power before he
attacks, I believe in kicking them in the balls to start shit off."
    "You read Sun Tzu?"
    "What's it to you?"
    "Just wondering why a little girl like you would be reading
the Art of war."
    "Because I have to deal with dumb motherfuckers every day,
next question."
    This chick was fucked in the head, there's no other explanation. I
can't off someone who's touched, ma would have my hide.
    Besides I could think of better uses for that mouth of hers.
     

Chapter 2
     
     
    Well you've gone and cooked your goose but good haven't you Ari, are
you insane?
    I'm sitting here wondering why the hell my mouth won't stay shut,
now mind you I give as good as I get, but this is Shane FUCKING Flanagan, the
guy takes out people for less and here I am giving him shit.
    I blame my dad, my dad rest his soul, always taught me,'never show
fear' if you can't fight your way out of it, talk your way out.
    Well looks like your sage advice was about to get me whacked
daddy. It wasn't just that either, for some reason I wanted to show this ,specimen
that he was just a man, if I nut kicked him I'm sure I'll get the same reaction
as I'd get from Joe the bum up the street.
    Now he's studying me like an
insect under a microscope, study away buddy, when you figure it out let me in
on it, hell if I know what my problem is.
    "Well, did you have anything else to ask me, some of us
actually work for a living?" See, my mouth had finally had enough of me
and decided to get me done in, or maimed one or the other.
    "You still haven't told me why you shot him."
    "Oh that, I didn't like the cut of his pants , people
shouldn't wear their butt crack for the world