La Bocca (the Mouth) (The Spitfire) - Plot & Excerpts
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 a 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.
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