Julie

I was flying high. I went to work in orgasmic bliss. We had sex four times before coming to work. He was cuming on the fourth round when his phone rang. It was the reminder we needed that we had shit to do other than hump like rabbits. Dante had called to let us know they were downstairs and we scrambled to get ready and out the door. They had knowing looks, but they didn’t make any comments thankfully. I would’ve died of mortification. I was sure I had a well-fucked look I have heard so much about because well… I was.

I’d run out of the car and into the club as soon as we pulled up. I didn’t want to raise any eyebrows by walking in with them. I still wanted to remain anonymous in that sense, not that we were dating or anything. We’d just had some explosive sex that was well worth the fling. I went inside and straight to the lockers to store Gio’s sweatshirt and my stuff. Becca was there doing the same and when she saw me walk in her eyes widened.

“Honey, you know that’s against dress code?” she asked referring to the sweatshirt.

I grinned. “I know. It was chilly out, I’m not going to keep it on.” I reassured her.

She smiled back, but it wasn’t as warm as it usually is. Whatever, I wasn’t here to make lifelong friends. I was here for a paycheck, no skin off my back. I shed the sweater and was heading out when her eyes went wide. “Whoa.” She said pointing to my neck.

I looked down and cursed. I’d forgotten about the huge hickey Geo left on me this morning. I waved it off like it wasn’t a big deal. She gave me a look like the cat that ate the canary. “Fun night last night?” she asked wagging her eyebrows.

“Meh,” I said with a shrug. Yea, I was definitely not going there with her.

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, but she dropped it as we made our way out. The place was already packed, and as soon as we came out, a frantic Henry approached us. “I’m going to need to switch up your sections today. We have some celebrity shit being hosted in the VIP section. They already asked us to take out Jamie for whatever the fuck reason so we’re short up there.” He eyed us both as if trying to come to a decision then nodded to himself. “Julie, I want you to work the party in VIP.” I didn’t miss Becca’s frown at that. I didn’t give a shit if they were celebrities or not, I just needed to work. “Becca, you can handle your section and Julie’s usual.” He clasped both of our shoulders. “Alright ladies, I need you out there stat.” he gave us another quick pat and was off.

I was passing the bar when I saw Dante and Angelou followed by Geo enter the club. I couldn’t help but lick my lips. He was the epitome of danger and power, and he was just oozing sex. I had to stop myself from fanning my face amongst other places to cool down. I’d just had him, but it already felt like way too long. This shit can’t be healthy. Almost as if sensing my stare, his head swung my way and he met my eyes. He looked me up and down as his eyes darkened with desire. I knew that look, I’d been getting front row center seats to it all day.

“Jesus, that man is sexy,” Becca commented.

I looked up at her and blushed from being caught staring. “I guess,” I said nonchalantly, but I knew she didn’t buy it. I wasn’t a good liar, and that was a huge one coming from me.

“You two looked like you were just eye fucking each other.” She pointed out and tried for a casual laugh, but it came out a bit strangled. A red flag immediately went off in my head. I got it, she was prying.

“You’re crazy,” I said as I continued walking.

She caught up with me. “I’m not. Do you two know each other?” she asked.

I shook my head and started to say no, but remembered she saw us interact before. “Not really, we’ve met literally like introduced to each other… but I don’t actually know him or anything.”

Her eyes narrowed, she didn’t believe me, but I didn’t care. She shrugged and leaned in like she was going to tell me a secret. “Ya know… I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted a go at you. Wouldn’t be unusual.” She told me.

I frowned and turned to her. “What?” I wasn’t sure whether or not I should be insulted.

She must've seen that in my face and she turned ashen and shook her head. “I didn’t mean anything about you by that. But, it’s what he does. He fucks the girls that work here.” She shrugged casually. “But he is a good fuck. Seriously, he’s as good as he looks.”

I tensed. “You slept with him?” I asked trying to sound more curious than pissed.

She gave me a look like I was stupid. “Are you kidding me? Of course I have, plenty of times.” She threw me a wicked grin. “I’ve actually got him on schedule for my break today.” She winked at me and sauntered off.

I watched her retreating back for a beat as I felt rage consume me. How dare he? How fucking dare he? This is what he does? I wasn’t delusional enough to think that this was something exclusive or that I was special, but it stung to think that this whole show he’s been putting on was essentially an employee perk. That shit had my skin crawling and regret swarming through me at an alarming rate.

I shook it off and rolled my shoulders back. I would think about it later and beat myself up for being so stupid. A fucking mob boss my ass… if that’s how he treated everyone he was a fucking phony. I thought a part of my attraction to him was some type of pull we seemed to have. The thing that kept my mouth running like I didn’t have a functioning brain cell and keeping him from knocking me out. I laughed to myself and shook my head. I couldn’t believe I’d turned into my sister.

I went up to the VIP section, and it was a madhouse. Today, I’d opted for a red dress. It was one I bought on a whim, not something I would normally buy even for this job but I had an impulse. When I got dressed today, I put it on with him on my mind. I don’t think he’d even really saw it. When I’d taken off his sweater, he was preoccupied, and I doubt he actually got a look at it. Then we were rushing to dress, he’d had his back to me trying to get himself together.

It was nude which blended with my skin, but it had a lace pattern covering the dress, the whole back was out. It fit me like a glove, and I’m sure all of my curves were visible from just a glance. I put an extra sway in my hips and honed in my inner sex god. I was angry. I felt used, and I mean listen I’m a woman. This is pissed bitch 101. I needed some type of ego boost, and right now I’d take it however I could get it. Don’t get me wrong though, I wasn’t going to go as far as to try to get me a joy ride tonight… if you know what I mean. I could appreciate a few compliments, but I wasn’t going looking to hand out lap dances.

As soon as I hit the top of the stairs, Kelly was on me. “Oh my god, I’m so happy to see you. These people are drinking like its water, it’s so busy. I don’t have a method right now because I cant keep up. Circle around take orders, they’ll fill fast and get them up as soon as possible. I just got a bunch of orders from the other side, so I’ll take the back you take the front, we meet in the center.” She said quickly before running past me to the bar.

I was still nodding at her as I took it all in. I did as she asked and she wasn’t kidding. After the first hour, I was exhausted. I hadn’t recognized anyone there, but to be honest, I was moving so fast I didn’t have time to look. I exchanged pleasant smiles, gave the occasional thank you… and batted my lashes at the persistent pricks to appease them.

When I checked the time, I almost collapsed in relief. It was time for my break, and I made my way downstairs. I was just about to check out for my break when Henry came up to me. “Something wrong?” He asked.

I shook my head. “No, I was just going to clock out for my break.”

He scrubbed his face and sighed. “I’m sorry… I should’ve said something. Today had just been hectic. I’m going to need for you to wait for another thirty before break if that’s ok? I need to relieve  Kelly first. She’s been on for way over already.”

I nodded. I understood, and that was fair. “No worries, I’ll wait it out.”

He gave me a grateful smile. “Ya know… I really like you. Someone else would’ve probably given me shit.”

I laughed. “Don’t sweat it,” I said and headed back to the VIP section. As I was walking, I spotted Becca walking down the hall towards Giovanni’s office. My teeth clenched tight, and my hands balled up into fists. Every time I thought about it, I kept telling myself that it wasn’t worth my time. But seeing this shit right with my own two eyes was a slap in the face. I felt that shit resonating and fuck if I didn’t feel like retaliating.

As I made my way back up the stairs, I reminded myself that I needed to be professional. Fuck whatever it was with him, I needed this job. The pay was too good to pass up because he was a womanizing prick. I found Kelly and offered a smile. “You’re up for a break, I’ll handle this until you’re back.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “You are an angel Julie, seriously.” She said.

I stepped ahead of her to the table who orders she was taking. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I will help you until she’s back,” I said with a smile. The table was full of guys and a few girls. The guys gave me grins while the girls scowled at me from having stolen the attention of the table. My hand itched to flip them off, but I refrained.

“What’s your name beautiful?” One of the guys asked.

“Oh, my… where are my manners…” I said. They didn’t really need to know, but I know how this all works. “I’m Julie, what can I get for you all?” I asked.

He looked me up and down. “We were ordering drinks,” he began and licked his lips. “We can start at the beginning.”

They all began giving me their orders which I jotted down. I finally came to a guy who seemed to be the center of the table. He grinned at me. “I’d like a bottle of Jack, and you can bring us a pitcher of coke.” He said. I wrote it down, and one of the girls hanging off of his arm slapped his chest.

“I don’t drink that.” She cooed. “Can you get us, girls, some wine?” she asked as she pushed up against him.

He barely seemed to notice as his gaze lingered on me. “Nah, we’re not doing wine tonight. We’re celebrating me going to my new team in the NFL. We’re getting fucked up.”

She pouted. “But – “ she began, but he cut her off.

“If you want wine, go the fuck away and buy your own.” He said dismissively. She frowned but stayed silent. I wanted to scoff but held it in.

“Alright then, I’ll be back with your drinks,” I said as I walked off.

They’d had a big order so I couldn’t take anymore. They took forever to order, so I knew that when I went back up there, I was going to be bombarded. He must be the center of attention though because unlike any other time I was taking orders no one tried to interrupt or get my attention.

I waited and as Rick filled my orders. I scanned the room taking in the packed place and shook my head. This was pure fucking madness. I’m sure a lot of people were here because they knew that crowd was going to be here. Shit, I’d need a raise if this was normal. I’d been lost in my thoughts as I saw Becca reemerge from the hallway. She caught my eye and gave me a grin. She went to adjust and smooth her clothes and threw me a knowing wink before going to clock back in. Today was going to be the death of me or someone because if I had one more fucking incident, I was going to lose my shit.

I made my way back upstairs and to the table, and immediately noticed that the women that were there before were gone. It was only guys at the table, and they all looked at me hungrily. It made me uncomfortable, but I swallowed it down and began placing down everyone’s drinks. There were a lot of thank you’s and compliments to which I forced a smile for. I was itching to get away from them, something wasn’t sitting right with me. When I made it to the head of the table and placed the Jack on the table in front of him, I felt a hand skim quickly up the inside of my thigh to my panties. I froze and heated at the same time.

When we had finished the last round, Dante called to say they were downstairs for us to come down. Giovanni had just cum in me again which at this moment created a churning in my stomach, I wasn’t on birth control the fucker. I’d jumped up and was going to try to clean up quickly when I felt his cum starting to leak out of me, and he stopped me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Leave it. I want my scent on and in you.” He said.

I narrowed my eyes. “No, that’s ridiculous you fuck. Your cum shouldn’t even be in me, to begin with.” A second thought occurred to me, and I felt like I was hit by a truck. “I’m not on birth control, Gio, oh my god, I don’t have sex!” I said.

He laughed like this was a joke. “It’s already there. I padded your pussy and womb with my cum the first time. That’s my pussy, and when you’re working tonight, I want you and everyone else to know that I am there even if I’m not.”

I frowned. “That’s insane. Do you know how crazy you sound?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck.”

I groaned. “You're not being rational.”

He cornered me. “What the fuck does it matter? You’re mine! I can do what I fucking, please. Now we need to go. Get dressed.”

I opened my mouth to argue, and he stuck his fingers in me like he was trying to keep his juice inside of me. I moaned at his animalistic nature. “You’re sick.”

He nodded. “I am. And you’re mine. Let’s go, or you’ll be late.”

That ended the conversation as he turned and began to get himself together while I rushed to get my stuff on. As we walked out the door, I felt my panties getting wet from our mixed cum, which in turn made me wet.

On its own accord, at the memory I got wet all over again and then realized his hand was touching the wet spot on my panties.

“Fuck you’re wet.” He said.

No, he wouldn’t know that… I grinned. “No. I’m not wet, what you’re touching is another man’s cum flooding my panties.”

I was being calm, but he didn’t know. He wouldn’t until it was too late. I was already on edge, pissed. Now… I was violated and completely unhinged. He had no fucking clue who I was or what he just did but he crossed a line that has never ever been crossed before, but I knew that whatever happened was out of my hands. I could feel it rising in me, it was like a storm.

This is how it always is. It starts out slow… a mist, then by the time you get halfway down the block it’s a full-blown outpour. Right now? It was starting to become big heavy droplets. I was ready to detonate. Too bad for him, I wasn’t going to be a bomb, this shit was going to be nuclear. DEFCON 1 ain't got shit on what I was ready to unleash. These people have no idea… almost no one does. What I’m capable of, what’s hidden deep inside of me.

“We can change that.” He suggested as he made a move to get beneath my panties.

I snapped.

His wrist was in my hand in a second, and then I smiled as the crunching resounded in my ears. I kicked him in his chest sending his chair flying back, and I straddled him. His right arm moved to swing, and I caught it in my hand. I grabbed him, so I had his arm twisted at an awkward angle and smiled at him.

“Wanna have a good time huh big boy?” I asked voice laced with menace and sex. He looked at me in both pain and confusion. “Oh, what did you think? This is my idea of a good time. I like it rough. This is my form of foreplay.” I said as I tightened my grip and he yelped out. His left arm was useless because I knew his wrist was broken and I gave him an evil smile.

I wouldn’t normally react like this. Teasing and wanting to break every bone in his body but I was angry. Everything from today hit me hard all at once, and I was in the makings of an episode in record time. Suddenly, I felt hands on me pulling me back. My elbow flew back into the closest body, and I heard a grunt, but they didn’t release me. I was suddenly in fight or flight mode. I felt it, the darkness clouding my vision towards a blackout and instead of fighting them I fought it. I wanted to be aware of what was happening.  As mad as I was, I knew I couldn’t. It was something I told myself I’d always fight. I’ve buried it already and in my grave is where it needs to stay. The blackness danced on the edge of my vision, and I squeezed my eyes shut wishing that it would clear. I didn’t need to panic, I needed to be in the here and now. Come on, come on Julie. When I opened my eyes back, my vision was beginning to clear but not completely. I bent and used all of my strength on my right side and flipped the big mother fucker off of me. There was still a grip on my left side, and they gripped me on the right lifting me off the ground. Oh fuck, I was probably screwed.

 

*****

Giovanni

“Boss!” a hectic voice called out to me as he busted into my office.

I’d blew off some work earlier rushing to get back to Julie so that I could get her home to take care of her shit. I told myself that I’d take care of it here and I’d been engaged in just that. I hated being interrupted.

“Alex, go the fuck away,” I said dismissively.

“There’s a fight upstairs…” he began, and that caught my attention.

My gaze snapped up to the door as Dante and Angelou crowded him. “Why aren’t the bouncers taking care of it?” Angelou asked advancing on him.

“They’re going… but it’s that new chick. The crazy twin.” Alex got out breathlessly.

I tensed and looked up at the screen, a habit that I’ve not done today since I got an annoying visit from Rebecca. Sure enough, Julie was there, and she was straddling a guy before she twisted his arm at an odd angle, and two big ass fuckers rushed her and snatched her up. I felt my blood boil to max, and I grabbed my Glock heading to the door. Both Angelou and Dante watched me with hesitant eyes.

“Boss, we’ll take care of it and get them down here,” Dante spoke up.

I shook my head. “Like fuck, you will. I’m offing every one of those fuckers.” I said as I tried to push through, but they formed around me like a stone wall.

“Exactly. You’re going to do something, and there will be no coming back. The place is packed, let us handle the club, and we will let you handle the situation. We’ll stop it and bring them back.” Angelou said with a no-nonsense attitude.

What he said made sense but I wasn’t hearing it. “I will cap all three of you if you don’t let me the fuck out,” I said.

Angelou gave Dante some look right before he rushed me. My office door slammed shut as I swung Angelou around and uppercut him. I had a gun in my hand the next second against his head. “Do you forget who the fuck is the boss here?” I asked. I leaned in closer. “I love my sister, but that won't stop me from eradicating a fucking problem,” I said.

He shook his head. “You’re not thinking straight. You like this girl! I won't let you go out there and start murdering fuckers in front of who knows who the fuck. I’ll let you do what you do… in private. They are moving the party here.” He said.

His words filtered in and I knew he was right but I was over this shit. I wanted to tear someone apart at this second. I began pacing back and forth across the office. Every second felt like a fucking day to me at this point, and I was becoming more and more agitated. Finally, my door was pushed open with force as Dante and Alex came in with four people. Dante had one guy by his shirt dragging him as he bitched, another big mother fucker that I recognized as one of the fucks that were trying to restrain Julie, and Alex had the other one who looked unconscious. Julie sauntered in on her own behind them.

I immediately began walking to her. She caught my eye, and I paused. Her eyes were guarded, angry and untrusting. I felt a chill in my body at that. She wasn’t directing that at the situation but directly at me, I could feel it, and that shit rattled me. Was Angelou right about her all along? That shit just pissed me off more. Here I was, ready to murder a fuck for her and she’s acting shaky, it didn’t sit well with me one bit. It only encouraged my rage, and then I would have to decide whether or not I had to off her ass too. Was this shit a setup? If so, they’re all dead. My stomach clenched at the thought of harming her, but I’d do what the fuck needed to be done.

I tuned all of that shit out and went into the kill zone. No feelings, no anything. This was business, and that’s how I was going to deal with this shit. I looked at Julie and pointed the gun at her. I used it to gesture to a chair. “Sit,” I demanded.

She looked like she wanted to fight me on it, but she must've seen it in my face that there was no give, no saving grace. She crossed me wrong the moment she walked into the room, and she was just as much dead as any other mother fucker in this room. She didn’t fucking know Giovanni, the fucking boss, but she was about to learn. I would save her ass for last. The thought had me even more livid. I needed to divert my attention before I just went off the chain and put a bullet in between everyone's head in the room. She did as I said, with some anger and sass but fuck that shit.

I turned to the other three fuckers in the room. They were each on their knees with a guy ready to take them down in case they got some balls. “Do you have any idea what the fuck you just did?” I asked.

The biggest mother fucker spat on the floor and glared at me. “Do you know who the fuck we are?” he asked.

I smiled wide. “I don’t give a fuck who you think you are. This is my place of business…” I took a few steps towards him and bent down, so I was looking into his eyes. “You’re not that fucking stupid are you?” I asked.

His face went pale, and I cocked my head to the side. I had my gun loosely in my hand sitting on my lap aimed at him. “You’re… you’re Giovanni.” He sputtered.

I grinned. “Now you’re getting it.”

The guy in the middle, who I recognized as tonight's guest of honor Hamilton, that booked the VIP section. “Fuck man, we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to start no trouble in here. Swear, it will never happen again.” His eyes swung to Julie, and he scowled. “We were just trying to have a little fun. That bitch over there was the one who made a scene.” He hissed.

I sighed and stood to my full height before punching the fucker in his throat. He gurgled and wheezed as he tried to recuperate from the blow. “That’s the problem. You made this a personal fucking problem when you touched what’s mine.” I said making sure I put emphasis on the word, so they got the fucking point. They did if their groans were any indication. They were keeping up and should be aware just how fucked they truly were.

I was pissed, livid, and the fact that I had to tread carefully with this one wasn’t helping. The issue is, this douchebag was in the limelight. I can’t just off his ass and dump him. People will be looking for him, and after the shit that went down upstairs in front of all those people, I would definitely be getting some heat. The fucking feds knew about me, but they just could never pin anything on me. I met Angelou’s eyes, and I saw he was thinking the same… but I just couldn’t let this go.

A scoff tore my attention away from my little dilemma, and all eyes swung to Julie. “Oh please.” She said her eyes glaring at me.

My eyebrows jumped up. “Excuse me?” I asked.

“Yours?” she shook her head. “I’m not yours. How dare you?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Can this wait until I’m done here?” I asked gesturing to the three fuckers in front of me.

She stood and advanced on me. “You don’t get to do this you know. You don’t have the right!” she screamed as she poked me in my chest with her finger.

I grabbed her wrist. The fuck? “Julie, I will deal with you later.”

She crossed her arms. “No. I don’t want to deal with it later, I want to deal with it now.”

I was getting annoyed and pissed way the fuck off. “Not now. This time, you need to stand down… I have something more important to deal with.” I warned her one last time.

She threw her hands up in the air and let out an aggravated scream. Holy shit, the broad was nuts. She stormed off like she was going to leave, but instead stopped by Alex. “What the fuck is taking so long then huh?” she taunted me. “I thought you were big and bad. You’re fucking talking us all to death.”

I could feel my anger hitting an all-time high as heat rose up my neck and face. My eyes narrowed to slits, and I had to keep my hands in fists to keep from lashing out on her ass. She moved fucking quick, and before I knew it, she’d pulled Alex’s gun from his waistband. She laughed, but it sounded forced. “Isn't this what you do?” she continued fucking with me. “I’m a tough guy. Bang. Bang.”

The gun went off, and I watched as Hamilton’s body jerked as he screamed out in pain before falling forward. My head snapped back to Julie who was pale and shaking. The gun dropped from her hands, and the clatter of it hitting the ground caused her to yelp and jump back. Fucking hell. I met Angelou’s eyes.

“Handle this,” I ordered.

I was livid. I stormed over to Julie and grabbed her arm. She yelped, but she would get over the handprint. It was keeping me from choking the shit out of her. I dragged her from my office and to the lockers where I pulled out her shit and tucked it under my arm. I never released her, and she struggled to keep up with my quick strides. I saw a few curious glances from my staff, but I didn’t have it in me to give a flying fuck at the moment.

I tore through the parking lot and practically tossed her into the backseat of the car. I didn’t get in right away, I stayed next to it instead pacing. I tried counting, and all type of shit to try to reign it in. I have no idea what any of that shit was about, but I didn’t trust myself at the moment to handle this rationally. She fucked up – man, she fucked up. If anyone else had made that move, I would’ve dropped them before they realized what they’d done.

I don’t know how long I paced, but eventually, Dante and Angelou emerged. They both wore grim expressions and looked slightly sick and weary. They got in first without a word and eventually I slid into the backseat. I stared straight ahead trying to pretend she wasn’t there. Her scent was invading my fucking senses, and I could hear her unsteady breathing. I knew she was staring holes in the side of my head, but I couldn’t look at her.

“Gio – “

I put a hand up and shook my head. “Don’t.”

She sighed, and I felt her slump in the seat. I couldn’t trust her to not start slapping her lips and pissing me off even further. I loved this car too much to have it covered in blood and flesh fragments. Dante pulled into the underground garage to my building, and I was out the door walking to the elevator before he had the car in park. I wasn’t waiting for anyone, but I knew that all three of them were following behind me. Dante and Angelou knew me well enough to know what I was thinking and feeling.

In hindsight, I found my actions slightly amusing. It wasn’t long ago that I’d told Julie that it was stupid as fuck to bring someone to my home just to off them. I wasn’t an amateur. But, I hadn’t been thinking that. I was keeping myself contained just enough that I didn’t do anything hasty, but the door was still wide open. When that gun went off, I thought is she ok, then oh shit, followed by I’m fucked, then what was she thinking? She took it too far, and it was shocking because I took her to be a tad bit smarter than that shit. All I’d been thinking of when I got out of there was getting somewhere to sort this out where I had total privacy.

I walked to the bar as soon as I was inside and bypassed my glasses going straight for the bottle of bourbon. I took a healthy gulp before banging it down onto the counter causing Julie to flinch. I was surprised the bottle was still intact.

I looked over at Julie and narrowed my eyes. She was standing there, looking ready to piss her pants as she fiddled with the hem of my sweater. The longer I stared at her, the paler she got under my murderous gaze.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?!” I roared.

She yelped at my tone. I advanced on her, and her eyes skirted the room like a trapped animal. “Did you lose your fucking mind tonight?” I asked continuing to advance on her. Once I had her back against the wall and nowhere for her to go I caught her eyes to make sure that I wouldn’t misread her when she answered me. “What the fuck was that?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I didn’t mean to shoot him.”

I sighed. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? That’s your brilliant answer?” I pushed.

“I didn’t, I swear.” She argued.

She had no tells that would give me the indication that she was lying to me which only confused me further. Somewhere in the back of my head, I thought that she’d done it because he touched her. I guess you can call me a hypocrite because I wanted to put one between his eyes for doing the same… but that shit was, messy. And had the potential to bring issues my way.

I wrapped my hand around her throat and gave it a squeeze. I felt her swallow harshly around my hand and I smiled. “Let’s try this again.” I began and stepped closer leaving her with no personal space. “What the fuck happened in there?”

She growled, and I smiled. There it was, that anger from earlier. Something I learned a long time ago was that you had to have a handle on that shit. If you didn’t, you lose focus. You get reckless… say and do shit that you didn’t intend to. She was going to spill, that much I knew. I’d just have to get her pissed the fuck off. Julie was a hothead, it wouldn’t take long or much. She seemed like she was just about there as it was.

“Don’t you dare try to blame me for any of this. This is all your fault you know.” She stated knowingly.

My eyebrow rose, interesting. “And how’s that?” I asked crossing my arms.

She scowled at me and mirrored my stance. “First off, what were you thinking?” she started off, and I knew she was ready to tear into me. I just needed answers, for some reason the thought of having to hurt her caused my stomach to turn in knots. I wasn’t going to examine that too much either. “Alex? Alex?” she shook her head in disgust. “Fucking A, Gio, I thought you had more sense than to give that man a loaded gun.”

Huh? The fuck? I caught Dante trying to hide a smile at her proclamation, and I scowled at him. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” I asked.

She looked at me like I was dense. “I was mad at you. Surely I won't be shedding any tears from accidentally popping the fucker after what he did to me, but it wasn’t my intent. I was trying to piss you off, and I went to take Alex’s gun to taunt you more. I was so damn mad at you.”

Her shoulders dropped forward, and she let out a deep breath. Her hands clenched into fists at her side, and when she looked back to me, her eyes were glistening with barely there tears. Holy fuck. I couldn’t handle it if she started the waterworks. I’m honest enough with myself to admit I’m not man enough to handle a woman’s tears. That shit leaves me feeling hopeless and usually scared as fuck. Women are emotional, I would know growing up with some. That shit can get real fucking ugly.

“How could you?” she asked accusingly.

Again, huh? “How could I what?” Beginning to feel lost.

“Use me!” she said as if she was in pain.

Yea, she was losing me… I needed to get her back on track. “Ok, wait. Can we get back to Alex?” I asked.

She let out a humorless laugh. She was definitely going through something in her head. Poor chick, if she survived this night, I was definitely going to call in a favor with a hospital or doctor. She tipped her head back and looked up towards the ceiling. I watched as she struggled to get her emotions under control. When she looked back at me, she had a sad smile on her face and shook her head. When she spoke again, her words were soft, and she looked defeated. I don’t think she’s ever scared me more than that moment. It was really very unlike her and reminded me of the day she didn’t want to go home. I didn’t like it anymore then.

“I thought that Alex had it for show. I don’t know how to even handle a gun – which should be more than obvious to you now – I mean, he’s totally dense and a wild card. You remember how he handled me or tried to when I first met him. I was mad and not thinking completely clear and just figured…” she shrugged. “That you wouldn’t trust him with a loaded gun.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose to try to ease the pounding in my head, but it was no use. This girl was going to inadvertently kill me. “You're telling me…” I paused to take a deep breath and calm the racing in my head. “That you shot a man because you were mad at me?” I asked.

She frowned. “It was an accident!” she argued again.

I shook my head. “That was fucking stupid Julie, and you know it.” I pointed out.

She huffed but gave me a stiff nod. “I know that, and I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry for pissing you off.”

Right, we’re back to that. “What the fuck did I do to you that you felt the need to act like a crazed bitch off her meds?” I snapped.

Her head jerked back like I slapped her. “I’m leaving.” She announced as she stormed off to the living room towards her bookbag.

I caught up to her and yanked her back to me and slammed her back against the wall. “Don’t walk away from me,” I warned. “You need to explain this shit.” She turned her head away from me, and I gripped her chin turning her attention back to me. “Right the fuck now, Julie. I’m not fucking with you.”

I was at a loss, and I had a feeling that I didn’t know everything. She’d been fucking floating when we go to the club. Blissfully sexually satisfied, and then this? My gut was telling me something was going on and it didn’t bode well for anyone at the moment if I continued to be left in the dark. Had something else happened on the floor?

“You slept with her!” Julie finally snapped.

I frowned. “What the fuck are you talking about? Who did I sleep with?” I asked confused, but I was starting to get the hint. She must’ve seen Rebecca come to my office and assumed something happened.

“Becca.” She snarled and tried to get away from me.

“Jul – “ I started, but she cut me off.

“Did you or did you not ever fuck Becca?” she asked.

I wasn’t one to lie. “Yea I’ve fucked her,” I admitted with a shrug. What the fuck did that have to do with the price of oranges in Florida?

She let out a strangled cry. “You fucker.” She accused and tried to fight me off again. I released her reluctantly as she stormed to grab her stuff and I got pissed off.

“What the fuck does it matter Julie? I’ve fucked tons of bitches before. What the fuck is your problem?” I asked.

She looked at me incredulously. “You’re kidding me right?” she asked, and I shook my head, I was dead serious.

“Who I’ve fucked isn’t really your business Julie. I don’t owe you shit where I have to disclose all of my sexual exploits to you.”

I guess that was the wrong thing to say. She let out a warrior cry just as I saw Angelou wince at my words and was on me in a second. Right before I heard a muttered, ‘oh shit’ from Dante. She began beating on my chest angrily, and I was having a tough time keeping up with her wild movements. I looked over to the fucks who called themselves my security.

“You guys thinking about helping?” I asked sarcastically as I continued to try to restrain Julie. Dante looked like he was stuck in a permanent cringe and Angelou shook his head.

“You fucking did that to yourself.” He shook his head. “What were you thinking?” he asked.

I grunted at him as I was finally able to restrain one of her arms behind her back. When I finally got the other one behind her as well, I shook her a bit. “Would you calm the fuck down?” I hissed.

She looked at me like she wanted to murder me before she headbutted the shit out of me.

I did not see that shit coming. Nor was I expecting the stars that seemed to float around behind my eyelids. The metallic taste of blood hit my mouth, and I released her to wipe my face and figure out the damage. I expected her to attack me again, but she didn’t. She walked off grabbed her stuff and walked up to Dante.

“Can you take me home please?” she asked.

He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder looking at her in pity, and I lost my shit. The sight of him touching her, soothing and comforting her pissed off the caveman in me that seemed to be a bit obsessed with her.

I stalked over to them, snatched her bookbag from her and launched it down the hall. “You’re not fucking leaving,” I informed her before cutting my eyes to Dante. “If you don’t move that hand, I’m going to cut off every fucking finger on it,” I promised him.

He immediately removed his hand and held them up in the air in front of him as if he was trying to reassure me that he’d done what I said.

Julie shook her head. “No. I can’t. I’m not a whore Giovanni.” She said as she wrapped her arms around herself. “You don’t get to sleep with me then turn around a couple of hours later and sleep with another woman. Someone that I know. I work with her, I have to see her and talk to her. That’s fucked up.” She started to turn, but I grabbed her arm.

I looked from Dante to Angelou. “Leave,” I demanded.

Julie gave a firm nod, and I saw she was barely holding in her tears. “Good.”

I gave her a murderous smile. “I already told you that you’re not leaving.” I looked over her head. “You two fucks can leave. NOW!” At my bark, they both got their asses in motion and out of the door. I looked down at Julie who looked close to a breakdown and sighed.