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)
I have no idea what happened between those two when Teresa showed her around, I was busy looking over the place, but as soon as they came back and Teresa moved off mouth was back in effect.
"Fucked that didn't you, you dog?" She sneered at me.
What the fuck?
"Why do you say that?"
"Because she gave me the death ray glare. Somehow I pegged you as having better taste than that. She looks like a poodle having a fucked up hair day."
Okay I couldn't gut the guys for laughing at that one, that was kinda funny, but damn, new dilemma.
Oh shit, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, mouth had no filter and Teresa was trying to get back on my dick, not gonna happen.
But I was for damn sure gonna try getting into mouth's snatch first chance I get , which might cause a problem with the two of them working in such close proximity.
"Well come on Luca Brasi I have to go pack."
"Would you stop with the Godfather shit already?"
"Whatever you say Santino, say bye to the happy hooker and let's be out.
Oh yeah, this had shit storm written all over it.
Chapter 6
In one week mouth has managed to alienate most of her co workers, except the guys, they of course loved her, the girls, not so much.
I got more complaints in the last few days than in the whole time that I've had this place. There was name calling, put downs and what some called just plain rude.
To hear it from the guys behind the bar and the kitchen staff, it was a different story, they couldn't sing her praises enough, and beyond that, two things.
The customers loved the shit out of her, both men and women and she was a fucking selling machine.
She sold more top shelf shit in one night than most of my girl's sold in a week. She was making money for my place and from evidenced by the tips on her credit card slips she wasn't doing too badly herself.
So my conclusion, jealousy.
Don't get me wrong I know mouth is a pain in the ass, I heard her ask Vivienne if she was dropped on her head at birth because apparently one of Vivienne's regulars decided he wanted to sit in mouth's section one night and Vivienne thought she should still get to take him. He was a big tipper apparently.
The bus boys all had her back, they snitched to me about some of the shit that some of the others tried to pull on her but my girl didn't take anybody's shit as they all soon found out.
Teresa was the worst complainant of the bunch, nothing Ari did seemed good enough for her ass, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out.
I was ready to tell all of them to leave me the fuck alone, because I wasn't getting rid of her no matter what the fuck they said.
The only one not complaining was mouth; she never said shit to me about anything. Stubborn as shit.
Tommy said she was the easiest job he had, he was bored already.
She went to school, came home, went to work, and came home. What the fuck he did while she was in class was anybody's guess, as long as he kept her safe and out of trouble I could give a fuck.
Tonight I'm sitting in the V.I.P lounge, there're a few other tables in there that I let some of my closer acquaintances use from time to time. I didn't sit with those fucks though, when I was in my place I sat with my crew so I could keep an eye on shit.
That fucker James Foster was in my place tonight, which meant I had to be on my mother fucking Ps and Qs, that fuck was crazy on a good day and homicidal on the rest.
He also fancied himself a pretty boy and a lady's man, guess there were no mirrors in his fucked up world.
I should've known there was going to be trouble when I saw Ari coming up to the lounge to go to their table, now James was no acquaintance of mine, but his boss Jonathan was cool people, some of my other associates didn't like dealing with him because of the color of his skin, asked me how I could do business with him, I told them because the only color I saw was motherfucking green, bigoted fucks.
Mouth isn't supposed to work the lounge, only seasoned workers worked this section, you had to earn that privilege so why the fuck was Teresa sending her up here to Foster's table no less?
The first time she went to the table I held my fucking breath like a little bitch.
Things seemed to go well, she walked away to go fill their orders and they were laughing and joking, all except Jonathan who wasn't looking too happy , I couldn't hear what the fucks were saying from two tables over, but I saw the looks.