to see, first of all it's tacky
as all hell and secondly it's unsanitary , why the CDC haven't cried outbreak
on that shit yet is beyond me." That's right Ari dig your grave just that
much deeper by being a smart ass.
"Are you on some kind of medication for this shit lady?"
"What shit, you think I'm crazy cause I'm not afraid of you Capone?"
He put his head in his hand and started muttering under his breath, I think he
was saying the Latin mass, sounded like something I'd heard in church eons ago.
"Babe, seriously answer the fucking question so we can both
get on with our lives."
"What difference does it make, you’re not going to believe me
over your precious brother anyway, and I hate wasting my breath, you never know
when you'll end up in an enclosed room with no air, and you'll wish you'd saved
that wasted breath."
Okay I heard that loud and clear this time; he'd muttered an
insult under his breath but not far enough under. He's been doing that the
whole time.
"Well if you wish I'd save my breath this time stop asking me
questions." I was on a roll, I think. The big guy in the corner was red
faced and he kept puffing out his cheeks, I think he might be constipated, poor
thing.
"Arianna, answer, the fucking, question."
Okay, he didn't yell but let me tell you, those words, said in
that particular tone, in that particular way meant business. I'm not stupid, I
wanna live, I've got shit I wanna do.
"He put his hands ...somewhere he shouldn't."
I saw him straighten up in his chair on full alert. What the hell?
"What did you say?"
Oh, yeah, I had kinda whispered that but I'm sure he heard me. I
repeated it louder anyway and watched as his face reddened. I hope that anger
wasn't at me. Stupid, why didn't you grab your gun on the way out the door?
Because I didn't have time that's why.
"Tell me."
And I knew this was not the time to be snarky, he was pissed the
fuck off, I don't know why though, the guy killed people for a living why
should he care if his brother grabbed my ass?
"Not much to tell, he grabbed my ass, I gave him the
impression I was interested and wanted to go put on something sexy just so I
could get to my gun in the other room, at which time he saw said gun and tried
to run, that's why he got it in the ass and not the balls."
"You were going to shoot him in the nuts for touching your
ass?"
"My ass, my territory, I call the shots."
He looked over his shoulder kinda.
"Get his ass in
here."
"Well, if you're having a family reunion I need to be going
I've got shit to do."
"Sit down Rossi."
"Look buddy, you might have all day to sit around and pal
around, but I've got to make a living. And since you've closed down this pub
where I made that living, I need to hit the pavement to find a job. Capisce?
"
"I'm not Italian."
I rolled my eyes at that; I've heard that word in every mafia
movie known to man.
"Maybe we can work out the same kind of arrangement you had
with the old man."
"What kind of arrangement?"
"I don't know, what kind of arrangement did you have, I mean
your rent is a joke, no way that's the going rate in this neighborhood even if
it is a piece a shit. So you must've been paying it off some other way, plus he
gave you a job right downstairs, pretty cushy if you ask me."
"Are you implying, ...did you just, ... where's my gun? Hey you,
in the corner, let me see your gun for a minute?"
"Ahhhh." that was his bright answer.
"Would you settle down?"
"No I will not settle down, I'm eighteen years old; Paulie
has to be a hundred and ten and you're implying that I slept with him for a job
and a subpar apartment? How dare you?"
"Calm the fuck down
Rossi before I make you, and the next time you threaten me you better be ready
to back that shit the fuck up, don't think for a second that I won't do a
woman."
I was mad as hell but I was also unarmed and defenseless, not that
I would really draw down on him, I'm not entirely stupid, but damn he made me
mad with that crack.
"I'm not
as all hell and secondly it's unsanitary , why the CDC haven't cried outbreak
on that shit yet is beyond me." That's right Ari dig your grave just that
much deeper by being a smart ass.
"Are you on some kind of medication for this shit lady?"
"What shit, you think I'm crazy cause I'm not afraid of you Capone?"
He put his head in his hand and started muttering under his breath, I think he
was saying the Latin mass, sounded like something I'd heard in church eons ago.
"Babe, seriously answer the fucking question so we can both
get on with our lives."
"What difference does it make, you’re not going to believe me
over your precious brother anyway, and I hate wasting my breath, you never know
when you'll end up in an enclosed room with no air, and you'll wish you'd saved
that wasted breath."
Okay I heard that loud and clear this time; he'd muttered an
insult under his breath but not far enough under. He's been doing that the
whole time.
"Well if you wish I'd save my breath this time stop asking me
questions." I was on a roll, I think. The big guy in the corner was red
faced and he kept puffing out his cheeks, I think he might be constipated, poor
thing.
"Arianna, answer, the fucking, question."
Okay, he didn't yell but let me tell you, those words, said in
that particular tone, in that particular way meant business. I'm not stupid, I
wanna live, I've got shit I wanna do.
"He put his hands ...somewhere he shouldn't."
I saw him straighten up in his chair on full alert. What the hell?
"What did you say?"
Oh, yeah, I had kinda whispered that but I'm sure he heard me. I
repeated it louder anyway and watched as his face reddened. I hope that anger
wasn't at me. Stupid, why didn't you grab your gun on the way out the door?
Because I didn't have time that's why.
"Tell me."
And I knew this was not the time to be snarky, he was pissed the
fuck off, I don't know why though, the guy killed people for a living why
should he care if his brother grabbed my ass?
"Not much to tell, he grabbed my ass, I gave him the
impression I was interested and wanted to go put on something sexy just so I
could get to my gun in the other room, at which time he saw said gun and tried
to run, that's why he got it in the ass and not the balls."
"You were going to shoot him in the nuts for touching your
ass?"
"My ass, my territory, I call the shots."
He looked over his shoulder kinda.
"Get his ass in
here."
"Well, if you're having a family reunion I need to be going
I've got shit to do."
"Sit down Rossi."
"Look buddy, you might have all day to sit around and pal
around, but I've got to make a living. And since you've closed down this pub
where I made that living, I need to hit the pavement to find a job. Capisce?
"
"I'm not Italian."
I rolled my eyes at that; I've heard that word in every mafia
movie known to man.
"Maybe we can work out the same kind of arrangement you had
with the old man."
"What kind of arrangement?"
"I don't know, what kind of arrangement did you have, I mean
your rent is a joke, no way that's the going rate in this neighborhood even if
it is a piece a shit. So you must've been paying it off some other way, plus he
gave you a job right downstairs, pretty cushy if you ask me."
"Are you implying, ...did you just, ... where's my gun? Hey you,
in the corner, let me see your gun for a minute?"
"Ahhhh." that was his bright answer.
"Would you settle down?"
"No I will not settle down, I'm eighteen years old; Paulie
has to be a hundred and ten and you're implying that I slept with him for a job
and a subpar apartment? How dare you?"
"Calm the fuck down
Rossi before I make you, and the next time you threaten me you better be ready
to back that shit the fuck up, don't think for a second that I won't do a
woman."
I was mad as hell but I was also unarmed and defenseless, not that
I would really draw down on him, I'm not entirely stupid, but damn he made me
mad with that crack.
"I'm not
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