Page 11 of Petrichor
Boyfriend?After the way he sucked my dick? My lips almost curl over my teeth.
“It’s more impolite to persist with this boyfriend nonsensical shit.” Fly faces him.
The man lets out a bitter laugh, then he grabs Fly’s jaw hard and yanks him against his chest. “I thought I made myself clear.”
“What is clear is that you’re delusional!” Fly spits on the man’s cheek before yanking his face free from the grip.
I have to admit that he’s ballsy, poking a guy bigger than him. Maybe that’s why I let him blow me, I’ve always liked feistiness especially in chicks. He isn’t a chick, though.
The man looks pale with anger as he grabs a napkin from the counter to clean himself. His eyes meet mine, and he freezes for a moment.
“Look what the cat dragged in. Moretti,” he hisses.
I give him a bored look. “Do I know you?”
I can hear his teeth cracking as he grits them, surely annoyed by the fact that I have no recollection of him. He’s friends with Enzino’s men, and that’s enough for me.
Since Don Massimo died, the capo dei capi’s throne has remained vacant. Seb is the rightful heir, but every family should give their vote. Hard to do that when Enzino killed the mob bosses of the Cerrutis and then the Espositos—destroying what remains of the two families. We have no proof, but we know it was him. Like it was him asking for a mourning and adjusting period before voting.
Jack Enzino is a very dangerous, venomous snake. Now only the Leones, and Corettis are sharing New York’s streets with him, while waiting to get stabbed in the back.
“This is a private matter,” the Enzino guy says, glancing at Fly. “Unless you want me to beat you black and blue.”
Is this fucker asking for an early grave? I do like to brawl. Bar fights are a way to cope with all the burning anger inside me, and the possibility to fuck up some Enzinos in the process is just an extra bonus for me.
I fully turn around and straighten myself. I stand above him by at least an inch, but the fucker doesn’t seem to be intimidated by it.
“You think I’ll let a piece of shitty gum under my shoe talk to me like this?” I glance at the other two Enzino men slowly heading our way. Good! The more, the bloodier.
“Just leave us alone, Jerry,” Fly hisses at him.
“Us?” he barks. “Are you trying to make me believe that Moretti is interested in you?” He turns toward hisfriends, and they all laugh and sneer. Jerry looks like the leader of the idiotic group.
“Everybody knows that thegreatMarco Moretti only fucks chicks,” one of the men says.
“A different cheap whore every time,” another one adds.
“Didn’t know my hookups raised such an interest.” I take a sip from my glass, calm as a cucumber.
“If any of you hoped to score with him you’re in luck repellant and stupid are kind of his type,” Fly smirks. Was that a jab at the chick from the bathroom? I feel the corner of my lips almost kick up.
I see one of the men going for his gun under his jacket. Without looking at him, I growl, “If you take your piece out, I’ll tear off your hand and beat you with it.” My threat seems to reach him. His arm falls down to his side as he takes a step back. I’m not only known for my sexual encounters. I have a reputation for being ruthless and unmerciful. It comes in handy in these kinds of situations.
“Can you count? There’s three of us and only one of you.” Jerry glares at me.
“Two,” Fly counters, making me almost huff. He has not even a muscle on his frail body. What is he going to do? Smother them with prettiness?
“You, stay out of the way,” I order Fly, before turning to the fucker again as I adjust my shirt cuffs, pulling the jacket on top of them. “And you. Go get more dirtbags. Then it’ll be a fair fight,” I arrogantly state, sliding my hand in my pocket to put on my gold knuckles.
“Pompous dickhead, I’ll shut that mouth up,” Jerry spits out, just as Fly grabs the bottle of whiskey from the counter and breaks it on his head.
Droplets of whiskey hit my torso and face as the guy drops down on the floor, and the Enzino man from before goes to grab his gun again. I throw my glass at his face, take the gun from him, and then quickly kiss my gold knuckles before punching him in the guts.His body jerks back as a grunt flies out of his mouth. I avoid his left fist and let mine collide with his chin, causing his head to snap backward.
I slide the gun in the back of my pants while the shitbag stumbles to the side, and my eyes fall on Fly. He’s riding the other Enzino man’s back, trying to gouge his right eye while scratching his face, screaming all his rage, when the man gets a grip on his long blond hair. Looks like a damn cat fight.
A flash of pain explodes in my side as I get punched hard, right over an old scar. I didn’t tighten my abdominal muscles as I was hit by the sly fucker.
“I hope you have dental in your private health insurance because you’re about to fucking need it,” I hiss angrily. He comes at me again, fist-first. I block it and use his body weight against him as I flip him over my back and send him flat on the floor. I lower down and deliver two jabs to his mouth—until I feel some teeth cracking—and a knock-out hit to his temple.
