Chapter 2
Chapter Two
O ne second, she’s in front of me. The next, she’s on top of Juliet, slamming the chick’s head into the bar top. I get to Mabilia just as she picks up a bottle of tequila and smashes it on a bar stool before holding the broken edge to Juliet’s neck.
I snatch the glass out of Mabilia’s hand and wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her off Juliet, who is now slumped unconscious on the bar.
“Let me go. I’m going to fucking kill the bitch!” Mabilia yells while struggling against my hold.
“Calm the fuck down,” I growl in her ear before dragging her away from the front of the bar. Eventually, I get her into the back office. I slam the door and let her go, mindful to block her only exit now that she’s free to cause more destruction.
Mabilia tilts her head and stares at me. “I could kill you with just the things in this room. Move out of my fucking way before I need to offer you a demonstration you won’t live to remember.”
Who the fuck is this chick? And why is my dick hard as she’s threatening to kill me?
“You still want that drink?” I ask her.
“What? No, what I want is to go back out there and finish what I started!” she hisses.
“Yeah, that’s not happening. I don’t need my bar turned into a crime scene,” I tell her before walking over to the minibar and pouring two glasses of Cinque into crystal tumblers. This is some of the best whiskey in the world, distilled in Australia by the De Bellis Brothers, a known crime family. “Here. Drink this and calm down.” I pass the girl a glass while keeping one for myself.
“Suddenly I’m old enough to drink?” she asks, even though she’s already snatching the glass from my hand and downing the contents.
“Oh, I know you’re not, but this here is an office, not a licensed establishment,” I tell her. “How old are you, Mabilia?”
“How old are you?” she fires back.
“Twenty.”
“Eighteen,” she says.
Of course, she’s fucking eighteen. I’ve got a hard-on for an eighteen-year-old kid. Damn it.
“Before you freak out, it’s two years, Tommy, not twenty,” she says.
“Why would I freak out over your age?” I ask her.
“Because you want to fuck me, and you’re worried about me being younger than you are.” She sets her glass down while never taking her eyes off me. “The question is… are you gonna do it?”
“Am I gonna do what?”
“Fuck me?” Mabilia reaches behind her back, and I hear the zipper of her dress being pulled down.
“You want me to fuck you, babe? Bend you over this desk right here and treat you like a whore? Or would you rather I lay you down on that sofa over there and make love to you? Take my time worshiping that body of yours like it was made to be worshipped.”
Before she can answer, the sound of sirens blares through the walls and Mabilia zips her dress back up. “Fuck, someone called the cops?” Her eyes are wide.
“That happens when you beat the shit out of people in front of an audience.”
“She called me a whore. She deserved it.” Mabilia shrugs. “She’s lucky I let you pull me away.”
“Right, you let me .” I chuckle, knowing full well she didn’t let me do shit. “Come on. You need to get out of here.”
“They’re not going to arrest me.” She smirks.
“Yes, they are. There are a dozen people out there who saw what you did, Mabilia,” I tell her. I don’t even know why I care.
“Watch and learn. People don’t say no to me, Tommy.” She grins, then adds, “Well, usually they don’t,” while looking me up and down.
“What does that mean? People don’t say no to you ?” I know what it means. I’m not stupid. I know exactly who she is. You don’t grow up in this city not knowing who the Valentinos and the Petrovs are. And this girl is both. I just don’t care. I have no intention of serving someone who’s underage, no matter what their name is.
“Come on, you’ll see.” She walks right out the door as the cops are walking inside.
I stand back and watch as Mabilia talks to one of the officers. He offers to call her father to come and pick her up, and she refuses. Then they just leave as the paramedics are wheeling Juliet out on a stretcher.
What the fuck did Mabilia do to her? Damn, that girl is vicious, and I fucking love it.
“You ready to take me home?” Mabilia asks me.
“You want to come home with me?” I check. You know, to make sure I wasn’t hearing shit.
“Well, you offered to fuck me.” She raises an eyebrow.
“I also offered to make love to you,” I remind her.
“I don’t need love. I need an orgasm… and another drink.” She grabs my hand, and I let her lead me right out the door. I peer over a shoulder and nod at Denny, my best friend, who is standing behind the bar shaking his head at me while motioning a cutting gesture across his throat.
I shrug. If I go out because of this girl, it just might be worth it. Then again, what’s the harm in giving her what she’s asking for? She seems used to getting what she wants anyway.