Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
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 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.