Julie

“Julie…” Mrs. Ruzzo began batting her eyelashes at me making me smile. “When are you and my Marco planning on having babies?” she asked.

I paused. I had my glass of wine halfway to my mouth, and as those words filtered in, everything in my froze. Surely, I had heard her wrong right? “Huh?” I smartly replied.

She sighed and pressed her palms against her flushed cheeks. “You two would have beautiful babies, I just know it.”

I just stared at her, unsure of how to respond to this. “I’m definitely going to be the godmother.” Sofia chimed in.

I turned my attention to her and glared, noticing that Franny was also glaring. “No, you won't. I’m older, I would be the godmother. Plus, they both like me more. It just makes sense.” Franny said.

I took a huge gulp of my wine polishing off my cup then cleared my throat. “I’m sorry you guys. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think you’re kind of jumping the gun. There will be no babies girls.”

Francesca pouted. “But why?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Hey, you’re the engaged one. Don’t you think that you should be thinking about popping your own babies out?” I asked turning the tables on her.

She sighed. “I agree. Look, honey, I’m trying you know? Louie is freaking petrified, but he has no choice but to get over it ‘cause I’m going to be having me some babies.” She pointed a finger at me. “Which is why you and Gio need to get on the wagon here. Our kids will need cousins around their age to play with. Sofia is too young, and Alex…” she shuddered. “Right. Then Michael is too much of a whore to even consider it. That’d just be a joke.”

I groaned. “You all have no mercy do you?” I asked.

Mrs. Ruzzo shook her head. “No dear, we do not. So when it’s time to go to bed tonight, you tell my Marco it’s baby time. You’ll enjoy making them.” She fanned herself. “If it was anything like it was for me, you’ll want the babies because making them…” her eyebrows wiggled. “Hot. Hot. Hot.”

I blushed. Oh my, this was uncomfortable. She reached over and patted my hand. “You see, you’re turning all red thinking about it. The first time, it hurts honey but don’t worry. After that, if he inherited anything from his daddy, it’ll be out of this world.” She tapped her chin. “Well, it should be fine. I know my boy isn’t a virgin. Just tell him to take his time with you first.”

“Oh… uh… ummm?” I was just gaping at her, my mouth opening and shutting. I had no idea what to say to her.

Sofia groaned. “Mom, that was TMI.”

Franny shuddered. “That’s going to give me nightmares for years. Mom, why would you say that?”

Mrs. Ruzzo waved them off. “Oh please. Sofia won't be a virgin forever. She’s going to find a man one day and get married. She’s going to need to know these things too.” She gave Franny a knowing look. “You’re engaged. And I know you’re not waiting for the wedding night. I know you didn’t forget how I caught you and Louie on the couch and he was – “

Franny looked horrified and threw her hands in the air to stop her mother from talking. “No, no, no. No need to rehash the past mom. That’s fine, I think they get the picture.”

We heard the door opening and male voices approaching the kitchen. I saw as Angelou walked past me and over to Franny, bending down and giving her a peck on the lips. “Hi, honey,” Franny said with a goofy grin. He just smiled back.

Dante pulled out the chair beside Mrs. Ruzzo and collapsed into it. He leaned over and pecked her cheek. “Hi, Ma.”

She patted his cheek. “Hi darling, how was everything?” she questioned.

I missed his answer, distracted when I was plucked from my seat, and Gio sat in it and pulled me down into his lap. He kissed the side of my neck, “Julie.”

I sighed as I sunk into him and laughter exploded around the table. I looked up confused and noticed all eyes were on us. “What did I miss?” I asked.

I had to actually try to pay attention, because Gio began rubbing his hands up and down the insides of my thighs, occasionally brushing a finger against me and I could feel the feather-light touches through my jeans. Talk about a tease.

“Ma was just filling us in on what it was you all were just talking about,” Dante said looking positively delighted.

I tensed, and Gio’s hands immediately stilled. He shifted his position so he was sitting more upright and had a better view of everyone at the table. “What were you just talking about?” he asked.

Franny grinned. “Babies.”

His body now matched mine. But, Franny wasn’t done. “Specifically your babies.”

I chanced a look at him, and he was staring back at his sister confused. “I don’t have any babies… what are you talking about?” he looked at the three empty bottles of wine. “Exactly how much have you all been drinking.”

Mrs. Ruzzo clucked her tongue at him. “We are grown Marco, we can drink as much as we please.”

He frowned. “You was drinking too, Ma?” she nodded gleefully and shook his head. “Oh lord.”

She waved him off. “Oh shut it.” She took a sip from her cup or at least attempted to. It was empty. She looked at the cup, frowned and tried again. I had to stifle my laughter. Dante beside her chuckled, took the glass from her and refilled. She gave him a grateful pat on the shoulder before having a sip. She placed her glass down and returned her undivided attention back to Gio. “So about those babies.” She prodded. My god, the woman was persistent.

He grinned at his mother. “I don’t know about that, Ma. Julie is mad at me, and she wants to leave me.” He gave her a sad face with a pout. “She doesn’t want me anymore.”

Mrs. Ruzzo glared at me. “Why would you want to leave my baby?” she asked.

Well, alright.

I turned to Gio and gave him my own glare. He looked back at me, still looking like I kicked his puppy, but I could see the amusement clear in his eye. He was totally milking the momma’s boy angle right now.

Gio’s father chose to make an appearance at that moment. When we’d started drinking, and the giggling started, he spoke of exhaustion and went to take a nap. I’d gone to the bathroom, and I was 90% certain I heard ESPN. But I didn’t snitch on him. “He most likely did something stupid.” He patted my shoulder as he walked past us. “My princess is an angel.”

Did I say that Pops was my favorite man in the family? I grinned, and Gio scowled at his father. “She’s not your anything Pop. She’s mine.” He practically growled.

Gio’s father simply rolled his eyes. He took a seat by his wife. “Maggie honey, I love him… but he is my child.”

Mrs. Ruzzo pursed her lips then let out an exaggerated sigh. “Yea, you’re right.” Her gaze swung to Gio, and she gave him a stern look. “Apologize for whatever you did, and get your shit together.” She scolded him.

He looked like he desperately wanted to say something to that comment but smartly held his tongue. That’s one thing I have to say I admire about this man. He respected the hell out of his parents. Eventually, he just sighed. “I was planning to come home and grovel but… “ he trailed off waving a hand towards his house guests.

Franny lifted an eyebrow. “But?” she prompted.

He scowled. “I’d like to do that in privacy.” He dropped another hint.

Franny shrugged. “So go into the bedroom and hash it out.”

His head dropped forward, and I felt his chest rise and fall in exasperation. Angelou cleared his throat. “I think we should get going. It’s late, and you ladies are buzzed.” He suggested wrapping his arm around Franny. She opened her mouth to argue, and he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Her eyelids fluttered, and when he pulled back, she gave him a heated stare.

“I think your right.” She said breathlessly.

Gio cringed. I wanted to laugh. He was apparently uncomfortable seeing his sister turned on. Gio’s father stood. “Alright, honey. Let’s get you home.”

She accepted his proffered hand and soon enough everyone was headed for the door. I stood, and we walked them out. Everyone exchanged hugs and goodbyes. Gio’s father opened the door and was about to usher his wife out when Mrs. Ruzzo turned back to us.

She gave me a knowing look. “You remember what I told you.” I felt my blush take over. She then turned her attention to Gio. “And, she’s ready for you know…” she threw him a wink.

He stared back confused. “What are you talking about?” he asked her.

She shook her head and looked at him as if he were dumb. “You know…” she said as she raised both hands in the air. Then she proceeded to pump her hips as she said, “Bom Chicka Wah Wah!”

The entire family had varying reactions. Dante and I were laughing uncontrollably. Angelou was chuckling, trying to hide his amusement. Gio looked positively horrified, Sofia looked ready to puke, Franny looked confused and stunned, while Pops looked positively intrigued with her movements his eyes glued to her waist and hips. Mrs. Ruzzo just looked so damn proud of herself. Gio shook his head and just walked away which sent me into another bout of laughter. Appearing pleased with her assistance on our sex life, Mrs. Ruzzo turned and walked out of the apartment with everyone on her heels.

I locked up and waited until my laughter subsided before I went to find Gio. I ended up finding him in his room with his elbows braced on his knees holding his head. “Gio?”

He looked up, and his face looked positively haunted. I got a little bit worried. “Are you alright?” I asked.

He opened his mouth, closed it. Repeated the motion, then shook his head no. He took in a deep, shaky breath and shook his head again. “I just…” he shivered. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have sex again.”

My lips twitched. I wanted to laugh again, but I was trying to show some compassion. When I said nothing he continued. “I think I might need therapy. That was… that was scary.” He looked at me pleadingly. “Is there any way to undo what I just saw? Erase it from memory?”

I couldn’t help a low chuckle. “I don’t think it was that bad.”

He looked at me incredulously. “That was my mother.” His voice cracked on the last word. “And the way my dad was looking at her…” he wretched. “I think I’m going to be sick.” He said groaning and holding his stomach.

I rolled my eyes. “You’ll get over it. It was not that bad.”

He opened up his arms and pouted. “Can you hold me?” he asked pathetically.

I rolled my eyes again, but I sat down with him on the bed, and he laid his head on my breast. I couldn’t help running my fingers through his hair as we sat in silence. After a while, he sat up and grabbed my hand. “I think I’m going to live.”

I stared at him. “No…” I said dryly.

He ignored my sarcasm. “So baby, we need to talk.”

And here we go. I’d been having so much fun with his family, I’d almost forgotten our issues. “Ok.” I agreed.

He turned to face me. “I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry about that. I’m also sorry that your mother and sister are assholes. I’m also sorry about that fucker you used to date, and that bitch Rebecca trying to worm her way in between us. But I’m not the only person who should be sorry. You’re not entirely innocent here Julie. You should be sorry that you didn’t explain things to me. When you had the opportunity that day, you had the chance to say something to me. Regardless of whether I was pissed or not about whatever happened, you were supposed to speak up and say you didn’t want me there and why.” He said.

I frowned. “How was I supposed to know that it would bother you that way?” I asked.

He shook his head and blew out a breath. “That’s what I’m saying. We’re together Julie. You’re supposed to come to me with stuff like that. If you’re uncomfortable if you have concerns. I accepted a dinner offer, and you didn’t want me there because you’re surrounded by fuckers, and you thought something like what did happen could. I would’ve understood Julie, and it would’ve avoided a bunch of bullshit too.”

He did have a point. I shrugged, “I get that, and you’re right. But I’m not used to being open. Until lately, nobody really ever cared about what I wanted or my opinion. I’m not used to having to explain myself – “

He cut me off. “And you think I am?”

“Touché.” I agreed.

“We need to put this whole thing behind us and move forward. We both need to do a lot better in communicating with each other. Otherwise, we’re in for a shit ton of issues.” He said.

I looked at him amused. “Is that right?” I asked, and he nodded. “Who said that I’d stick around for your shit ton of issues?” I challenged.

He shrugged casually. “I did because I’m not letting you go.”

I sighed and leaned into him. No need to keep fighting it at this point. He kissed my temple and began rubbing my back. I’d missed this. “What happened today? You kind of ran out of here, and you didn’t seem happy about it.”

His chest rose and fell. “Nothing to worry about. Business.” He pushed my hair out of my face. “There's something else we need to talk about.” he began. I waited for him to continue, but instead, he put his finger under my chin and urged me to raise my head. I looked at him. “You said something to me, and I need to know if its true.”

I didn’t need him to elaborate any further because I knew exactly what he was referring to. Those three little words. His eyes searched mine, and it was like he could see straight through me. The words were there, but they were somehow lodged in my throat. “Is it?” he prompted.

I nodded. It was small and brief, but I know he’d seen it. His nostrils flared, and he gripped the back of my neck pulling my face closer to his. His eyes remained trained on my own. “I need to hear it.” He whispered his voice gruff.

“I love you,” I said softly.

He groaned and closed his eyes before dropping his forehead against mine. “Fuck Julie.” He let out a shuddered breath. “I fucking love you too baby.”

I felt my chest tighten at his words and then like magic a knot in my stomach uncurled. My throat cleared and I was able to breathe again and my heart. My god, my heart was beating so hard and fast I thought it was going to explode. I leaned back and looked into his eyes. Now I was the one searching, hoping for the truth in that statement. “You do?” I asked.

I was beginning to realize how afraid of my feelings I was. How scared I was that it was too soon, that he couldn’t possibly have the same feelings for me. That I was worried that when he found out, he would leave me for good. That I’d run him off by feeling too much. But, as I sat there and looked into his eyes and he nodded, his deep gaze unyielding I realized how very wrong I was. “Yea, babe. I love you. That’s why I can't ever let you go.”

I groaned and leaned in and kissed him. He opened for me immediately and took over the kiss. He didn’t waste any time laying me back on the bed and grabbed onto my hips pulling me to rub against his erection. I moaned into his mouth.

He leaned back and stared down at me. “Damn I missed you… having you here.”

I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. “I missed you too,” I admitted softly.

He groaned and ground his hips against mine. My body shivered. God. I really missed this. I wound my arms around his neck. “Make love to me Gio.”

He repeated the motion before getting to his feet. He began to take his clothes off, watching me with heated eyes. “Get naked.”

I sat up and did as he asked. The whole time neither of us moved their eyes away from the other. When we were both fully naked, we stayed frozen staring at each other. I could practically hear the sparks from the electricity crackling through the air between us. Then he moved. His steps eating the distance between us until he was on me. With sure movements, he hooked my leg over his arm and entered me. My mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and he didn’t stop or hesitate. He began to drive into me like a man who’d been without for far too long. His thrusts were sure, dominating… it was the movements of a man claiming what’s his. Me? I wanted to be claimed, and fuck did it feel good.

He bent down and nipped my lip. His sweat dripping off of him and onto me mingling with my own. Without slowing down or breaking stride he spoke. “My mother was right you know.” His breath ragged from exertion. “We are going to have beautiful babies. I’m going to keep putting my seed into you until we have a house full.”

I quivered. I didn’t know whether it was from fear or delight from the seriousness of his words. I’d not thought about it, and right now I wasn’t going to explore it. It was quite possible he was just really into the moment. Either way, all talking ceased as he swerved his hips expertly and hit that spot he knows could set me off like a fucking rocket. NASA needs to hire this man because he can send a person to outer space like a pro.

“GIO!” I screamed out as my body convulsed.

He cursed savagely. “Fucking, fuck shit.” He began to lose his rhythm, and he stabbed himself into me. “Julie… baby.” He groaned as he shot into me. The feeling of his cum and his earlier words set me off again. This orgasm more contained but welcomed and amazing all the same.

 

*****

Giovanni

“Get your sweet ass up,” I whispered to Julie as I slapped her on the ass.

We had a sex marathon since we made up, then finally we passed out and slept the rest of the day. She had a shift in an hour, and she needed to get her ass moving. Her hand came up and swatted my way as if to shoo me off. The movement made the sheet fall down and expose her ample breast. Her nipples saluting me, practically begging me for attention. Who was I to deny a request like that? I leaned down and pulled one of her perky as fuck breasts into my mouth. She tasted good everywhere.

She moaned and arched her back pushing her breast up against my face. I played with her breast for a bit before leaning back. I was already at half-mast and if we kept this shit up, then we wouldn’t be going anywhere. I gripped her ass. “Come on Julie, you have to get ready for work.”

At that, her eyes flew open, and she sat up quickly. Her head swiveled to the side, and she caught sight of the time. She groaned but got up. “Why does it feel like I just went to sleep?” she asked.

I shrugged. “because we didn’t sleep much. You can call out if you want.” I offered because I was dead beat too and wanted nothing more than to keep her holed up in this room for another few days until I was completely sated. Not that I thought I could ever be when it came to her.

She looked at me incredulously. “I am not calling out. I would have to be on my death bed to do that. I can do it.” She turned to me. “I will survive after a shower and coffee.”

I grinned. “I’ll get the coffee going, and you can head to the shower.”

She gave moaned and gave me a kiss. “You’re the best.”

 I rolled my eyes and got up. I set up the coffee to brew and decided that I was all about saving the environment and water preservation was a good way to start. I hurried back to the room where I stripped and joined her in the shower. I took her hard and fast against the shower wall before we both quickly washed up and dressed. I made her some coffee in a travel mug while she did her girly shit, primping or whatever and then we were gone.

When we got to the club, I expected her to do her normal routine and jump out of the car before it’s even in park and run inside the club. I was surprised when she sat as waited for me to exit before following me and then grabbing my hand linking our hands together. This is how shit is supposed to be. We walked into the club together, and the staff, as well as some of the customers, took notice. I turned it up a notch when she released me to go to the lockers. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into me. I expected her to pull away or hesitate, but when she melted into me, I felt my chest expand ten times. The caveman in me was pleased out of his mind at her acceptance. Mine.

“You don’t have to put your stuff in there. Give it to me, I’ll take it with me.” I murmured in her ear.

She turned to me and smiled. “Ok.” She said softly.

I couldn’t help it. I leaned down for a kiss and let my lips hover above hers. She didn’t seem to think about it as she closed the small distance and captured my lips. It was a hasty one which I understood although I wanted more. “I’ll see you later.” She said softly as she unwound herself from me and handed me her stuff. I nodded, and she went to walk away. Unable to help myself, I grabbed her hand at the last second and pulled her in for another kiss.

When I pulled back, she laughed and pushed me away. “Shoo. I have to work.” She scolded me as she walked away. I watched her ass until she disappeared from view. Dante had a knowing smile but wisely kept his mouth shut. As we began walking again, I spotted Becca staring after Julie, and she was livid, my mood instantly darkened. That was something I needed to take care of today.

I got some work done, all the while watching my girl on the camera. I saw the hateful looks from Becca sent her way, but she was either totally oblivious or didn’t give a fuck. With Julie, it was a coin toss. It only served to piss me off more and more. I gave it some time until I summoned Becca to my office.

I watched her as she sauntered in, a seductive smile in place with a  come-hither demeanor. I knew what she thought this was, and I made sure that Angelou made her think so when I sent him to get her. “Giovanni, you wanted to see me.” She said as she walked around to the front of my desk and perched herself as close in front of me as she could get.

I smiled at her. “Becca… how did you like dinner?” I asked.

She grinned. “It was actually delicious. Who knew Taylor’s mom could cook like that? And you… who knew you were so funny.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Taylor invited you?” I asked.

She nodded. “Were recent friends, and we hit it off. We had some common grounds and well… she thought it would be a good idea. Who knew that you were even going to be there! I mean… that was like what? Fate maybe?” she gushed.

“Fate,” I repeated feeling my blood beginning to boil.

She was oblivious. “Exactly! I mean, it’s like the earth is doing whatever I can to bring us together you know. First, me working here. Then, us getting to know each other. Now, we’re crossing paths at the most random times.” She was really buying this shit.

I nodded and leaned forward. “You see, the problem with fate is I don’t believe in it.” I shook my head. “I think you knew I was going to be there. How did you find out?” I asked.

She bit her lip nervously. She was watching me, and I know she’s now starting to catch on that this wasn’t the cozy little meeting she was looking for. “Well… ok fine. I did know. But I found out after Taylor had already invited me.”

I nodded. “And the two of you thought it was fun to attack her like that?” I asked.

She visibly swallowed. “I didn’t – I mean I wasn’t…”

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I said letting her see how truly pissed I was.

She got up from her position and began to back up like a scared animal. I stalked after her. “You did that because you want me. You did it because you’re jealous of her. You did it because you thought it would get you back into my pants.”

“I – I – “ she stuttered.

“You have no chance.” I cut her off.

She snarled at me. “It’s because of her isn’t it?” she asked lifting her chin. Ah, confidence. We couldn’t have that now, can we?

“No, it’s because of you. I don’t want you.” I told her.

“Yea, right. You’re just blinded right – “ nope. I wasn’t going to let her deflect.

“I wouldn’t fuck you with a ten-foot pole.” I sneered.

She scoffed. “You have before.” She pointed out.

I nodded. “And it was a mistake. If I could undo it, I would.”

She flinched. “You can't mean that…” her lips trembled as her eyes watered with unshed tears. Good.

“I do. I don’t like you. I don’t want you here, and that is why you’re fired.” I told her.

“Fired?” she sounded so small.

I nodded. “If there’s one thing you want to blame on Julie, blame her for the fact I care about her and because she’s mine. It’s because of that I’m going to tell you to get your poisonous ass the fuck out of my club in the next five minutes, or I will toss you out personally.”

“Please…” she started to beg, and I shook my head.

She began to ease back towards the door. Right before she turned to leave I called her back. “Oh and Rebecca?” I waited until she turned to look at me. “If you talk to Julie, look at her, so much as cross her paths… you and I?” I waited for a beat to make sure she was following. “Are going to have problems.”

She paled and practically ran out the door. As soon as it was closed, I sat back in my seat and sighed. “I really wanted to cap her ass,” I muttered causing Dante to laugh.

The rest of the day hauled ass. I was eager to get back home and get my hands on Julie, but I had shit to do. I had all this bullshit going down with this unknown player, and it was starting to piss me the fuck off. Whoever these fuckers are, they were playing a dangerous fucking game.

Jetti was able to trace the call, but it was a burner, punk ass bastards. All this fucking talk and they’re hiding at every turn. So far, since the fire, it’s been radio silence. It didn’t take a genius to know they were connected. We were waiting for some of the footage from around the area to see if we could pinpoint the fuckers on camera. Something in my gut told me it had to do with those fuckers that got knocked by Jetti’s people a while back that was talking shit. He’s supposed to be heading out to visit those fuckers in lockup to see if he could get something out of them. If anything, he was going to get them sent up north so I could see if some of my muscle on the inside could get some answers another way. All of that wasn’t the part that was grating my nerves. It was the threat towards the ones I love. That’s what made this situation fucking real.

Shit.

 

*****

Becca

I grimaced as I changed out of my stage clothes back into my regular clothes. I was able to secure my old job at Kitty’s. The local strip joint in my area. The job at Ladder 42 had been helping me immensely. And now, that was all gone because of that bitch. How fucking dare she? How dare he? Gio stabbed me in the fucking back, and for what? It’s not like that bitch was any better than me. Sure her home was better than mine but it's not like it was her own. Her ass was in the same goddamn boat as me, what did she have that I don’t? It ain't like I have a momma and daddy to take care of me! I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen and I gotta say I’m doing better than most in my predicament.

I made my way to the rundown bar a couple of blocks away. It was the most popular spot, but it was usually occupied by the local dealers and shit. I was looking to get me a sugar daddy until I can get my man back.

“Dirty martini,” I ordered as I took a seat at the bar.

In a flash, I had a glass in front of me. I took my first sip as I pondered how he’d harshly fired me. He’d ripped my ass over that whore then told me that I had five minutes to get the fuck out of his club… followed by a meaningful ‘bitch.’ That was a week ago, and I was still fucking fuming.

That’s alright. I’ll lick my wounds as I come up with a new strategy. I hadn’t realized until after dinner at her house just how much she sank her claws into him. Looks like I’m going to have to bring him back to reality and then reprogram him. He was worth it. I thought about his good looks, his amazing body, the power he had in this town… literally all of it except for the seediest part – my part – that he allowed others to live and do their own thing. Then, let’s not forget his deep pockets. The man is loaded, and I mean… what’s more important than that? You can overlook a lot of things for the right price.

I sighed to myself, just as a chair scraped out next to me. I turned my head to see who’d decided to accompany me. He was older, I’d say early to mid-fifties. He was fit for his age though, and if it weren’t for the slight wrinkles and graying hair, I’d put him younger. I noted the scar – looks like it could’ve been done with a knife – that went from the bow above his top lip straight through it that led almost to the middle of his chin. I quickly scanned him and noted the Rolex on his wrist, and the gold chain tucked under his shirt. Potential.

He didn’t have any qualms as he openly ogled my cleavage and my bare legs. A guy approached his side and whispered something in his air, and he waved him off dismissively. “Ricci.” He said by way of greeting.

I lifted an eyebrow. “Becca.”

His head cocked to the side as he studied me. “Where have I seen you before?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I live in the area? Maybe at work?” I said as I polished off my drink and raised my glass to the bartender signaling another.

“Where do you work?” he asked.

I sighed. “I work at Kitty’s now, I just started there a week ago.”

He grunted, and I waved my hand… honestly, I’d vent to whoever would listen. That’s how pissed off I was. “I was working at Ladder 24, that hot club uptown.”

His eyes narrowed a bit. I guess he was wondering how I went from there to stripping out here. “Oh, yea.” Was all he commented.

I grabbed my fresh drink and took a healthy sip. “Yea. I kind of pissed off the boss’s woman… girlfriend… who the fuck knows.” I shook my head.

His eyebrow went up, and he let out a low whistle. “That sounds messy.”

I nodded in agreement and chuckled. “That fucking bitch Julie. Don’t worry, I’ve got plans for her ass. Then payback will be a bitch.”

He grunted and ordered a drink before getting more comfortable in his chair. “So, where are you planning on going from here?” he asked. Yea, I guess he was done placating me and my whining.

I looked at him again, and when he pulled out a wad of cash to pay for both our drinks my decision was made. “Wherever you’re taking me, baby.” I cooed and ran a finger down his chest.

He threw his drink back and stood, offering me his arm. “Then let’s get there, shall we?”