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The Spitfire Chapter 47: Prince Of The City
"He was, I wasn't, what if?" She shook like a leaf as she rambled; I knew what she was trying to say. We were almost ambushed she hadn't been prepared. Right now my only concern was the safety of her and our child. I knew enough to know that this type of stress wasn't good for them. "Babe, you gotta breathe, look at me, breathe in, hold it, breathe out, keep looking at me, there's nothing else, just you me and him." I put my hand over her flat tummy. "You with me, it's all about him, you get overexcited he doesn't stand a chance against that kind of stress, knock it back babe." I pulled out my phone while I held her against me. "I need clean up at my place." I closed the phone and headed to the couch with her in my arms. We sat like that until she calmed down and I could think once more. "I'm done.""Thank fuck." I knew what she meant; she was done with her vigilante bullshit."Are you still gonna leave me?""The bag's empty Mouth.""The...you..."
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Mob boy has lost his damn mind, he actually ordered these guys to come and pack us up. No sooner had the dead goon's carcass been dragged away than these beef necked hoods, (I know a hood when I see one) were at the door with boxes and scowls that would scare small children. "Mrs. Flanagan....""Come on in guys." He answered from behind me before I could correct the man's assumption that I was the little wife. I heard a whispered 'is that her' before the three men turned and looked at me before being hustled off by the Don."What have you been telling these people about me?" "Uh Mouth, we're not known for bow and arrows around these parts, two in quick succession and obviously by the same hand will bring speculation and being in our line of business, we have to keep up on the latest news if you know what I mean. So if you didn't want people knowing you as the Archer, you should've kept your ass in the house." "Aren't you afraid I'll pin you to the wall nex
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"Wait Poppy, you knew about this shit?" He didn't have to answer; the guilty flush on his face said it all. "Never mind, carry on." I held the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger where I could feel a headache coming on. "Well, as I was saying, we think just cutting her off cold turkey might not be the way to go, you see, you have to wean her off these things, little by little, it's like you, you can't just go legit, you have to maneuver things around and set things up just right before that can happen, just as with her...." "Poppy what bullshit, it's only the business part of things that takes time, but I can keep myself from going out and offing a motherfucker if I choose to." "Yeah, then why do you have guys in Chicago right now?" "Because those fucks back there are a threat to my wife and besides if I don't do it, she will and I'd be damned if I let that happen." "Son, you're forgetting one thing." "And what's that Rossi
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"Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck." "Mouth what the fuck? She'd scared me awake with her screaming, there were torn books and magazines all over the place and her pillow was a feathery mess on the floor. "What's gong on?" "I can't do this shit, it's driving me fucking crazy." "What's driving you crazy babe?" "All this wedding shit, I'm buried under tulle and organza and what the fuck...." "Buried, who's buried, who'd you ice now Mouth?" Why that should cause crazy lady to try to brain me with a lamp is anybody's guess but that's what I get for sleeping with a nut job. "Nobody's been buried you ass, it's material, it's what they make wedding dresses out of. I can't, I just....arrgggghhhhhhh....." I was off the bed and pulling her into me before she could pull her hair out at the roots. "Stop baby, what's going on?" I tried talking over her screams and pulling her hands out of her hair. "Mommy, I want my mommy." "What the fuc
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Hoping that she'd stay asleep long enough for me to do what needed to be done I went to answer the door. I didn't even want to leave her for the few minutes it took to do that but at least I had the monitor with me. My first sight of the two reprobates had me seeing red; my first inclination was to wrap my hands around their fucking throats and squeeze but I wouldn't get any answers that way so I reeled it in. "Flanagan, what the fuck?" "What happened to her mother?" No preambles; I didn't have time for that shit, I wanted answers, needed them in fact and now. I saw the faltered steps in both men; the little sideways look that was fleeting but not quick enough for me to miss. They brushed pass me to get inside still not uttering a word; that's not how this was going to go down; I've been pretty lenient with these fuckers up 'til now but I had no problem showing them why I was who I am for so long, family or not, when it comes to her all fucking bets are off;
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Whether she heard me in her sleep or not, was still left to be seen, but she was sure acting differently. She'd awakened from her drug-induced slumber like nothing happened. I kept watching and waiting for some sort of relapse but she was like a woman with a plan. Suddenly she was into wedding plans and babies; she was like a whirlwind all of a sudden with enough energy to keep me hopping. It was so astounding that I put her guards on high alert because who knows what the fuck she could get up to. I had to leave her for a little while to go see about business but I didn't plan to be gone long; I'd used my phone and my extensive network of contacts to do some digging into her shit, first things first. I'd decided to put my shit on ice for the next little while, this shit that was fucking with her head was way more important than some congressman that was holding out for more. Her father and uncle had given me all the latest info they had on the guy who'd done her m
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"Am I paying you to be a fucking cook?" "Don't take it out on them it's not their fault.""Yeah, well you just cost them their jobs.""Wha...you can't, Shane don't do that." She looked back and forth between me, and them; uh huh, I've got you now, found your weak spot. I left the kitchen like I was really mad. I'd given the guys the look to let them know I was playing her, I couldn't very well fault them for this, she gets the drop on me too; it seems there's no way to contain the murderous little deviant. She followed me out of the kitchen pleading with me not to fire the boys, I could tell that this was going to be my life, I could tell her to quit this shit a million times I could threaten I could lock her ass up somewhere, she'd still find a way. There was only one thing to do. "Get packed, we're going to Chicago." She stopped short; "You're kicking me out, you can't kick me out...." I rolled my eyes again, since when had I picked up her
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"My ass, get back here." I made a grab for her but she evaded me with a laugh. Music to my fucking ears! I nabbed her around her middle just as she opened the door to make a run for it.I wouldn't put it past her to try an end run around me and go to her dad and uncle. And I was just as sure those two old fucks would give her what she wanted. I'm trying to get her out and they're finding ways to keep her in. I hugged her to me until her laughter subsided, just enjoying being close, taking her scent into my lungs. Fuck knows she'd be back to her shit soon enough. Pain in the ass! She rubbed her head against my chest like a kitten. It always fucks with my head that someone so strong could become so soft in my arms. She let me hold her for a few minutes before she got antsy. I was learning the signs little by little. I would need to in order to break down all her barriers. I didn't fool myself for one damn second that it will be easy to tame her murdering ass. Planting my
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I playfully begged her not to off the poor woman. The fact is; Mouth has a spreadsheet on every person who has anything to do with our son's school. She ain't collecting that shit to invite them over for tea. "Mouth, your pregnant ass can't fight, let me handle it okay." "What're you gonna do Shane? Talk her to death?" I ignored her snippy ass and went back to entertaining my kid. Mouth had lasted two years before I bred her ass again, not from lack of my trying. Her body just seems to work that way, because as soon as Lily turned two, I bred her ass again. I think it has something to do with her nursing shit. I heard the hospice rejects pulling my back door before they trooped into my damn house. Her old man headed straight for my kid and took her off my lap. I'm tired of threatening him over that shit too; no one listens to me anymore. Poppy dropped down on the chair beside me while uncle Al checked the pots like this was the fucking local eatery. "What's wrong w
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I sat up again and covered her lips as I moved inside her. I slipped one of my hands between us and found her clit. I fucked until she got off and then stopped, taking soft little nibbles of her lip before pulling back to look at her. "What is it then?" "I was thinking... Since we already have Shane Junior, could we name this one after my dad?" "Roberto Flanagan? You'd be shooting motherfuckers everyday for beating up your kid for that fucked up name." Her face turned thunderous and she looked like she was giving serious thought to maiming me. My dick got harder, longer. "Then we should give him both his names. Roberto Rossi." "Mouth, I know you're an independent, strong willed, bad ass, Beyoncé loving bitch, but don't go too far. Don't forget who's the man here. My son will never have another man's name, no matter who." She gave me one of her looks and teased my nipple with her nail. "Fine, then can we call him Ari?" Her face blushed and I won
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"You know, a gift for having the kid, that's what they call them." "How the fuck would you know? You don't have a kid Tony." "The girls be talking and we be listening, just forget all that and get her some shit." "Like what jewelry? Does Mouth look like the kind of female to go for that shit?" "Bro, all females like jewelry even the ones who pretend they don't. Besides it doesn't have to be jewelry. She's your woman you should know what she likes, get her something she would appreciate." "Fuck no I'm not getting her murdering ass no bow and arrow." The two idiots rolled their eyes at me and moved the fuck on. Thank fuck, I was enjoying junior before they came with their shit. Fuck, what am I supposed to get her? Ma might know, yeah. Nah I have to figure this one on my own, if I go running to ma for advice the mouthy one might find out and ride my ass. *** "Mob boy what's this?" I threw the key on the bed next to her and dropped d
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I picked her up and yelled for her team who came running. I directed them to her bags and rushed outside as fast as I could while carrying her. "Breathe Mouth." I fell into the breathing exercise easily as I placed her in the back seat and got in beside her. She had a death grip on my hand as Mikey and Tony came running. We peeled out into the night with a caravan behind us. Mouth would choose the dinner hour to do this shit when everybody and their mother were on the damn street. "Drive Mikey." Basically I was telling him to mow down any motherfucker that got in the way. I don't recall much of what happened once we reached the hospital. I only know that I never left her side. There were voices all around us but I couldn't tell you what any of them said. Mouth was doing her best but she was in a bad way. When she wasn't digging holes in my hand and screaming bloody murder, she was giving me the stink eye. "This is bullshit." She'd just had a contraction so I though
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I was making my way to our bedroom with the new stuffed toy in my arms. It was like the tenth one I'd bought in the last month. This one was about three feet tall, and cute. Mouth will probably hook him up with her surveillance shit. She'd turned the nursery into a showroom for NASA. There were more cameras and recording shit in there than the damn space shuttle. I think Mouth has ADHD or some fuck. More like she hasn't offed anyone in a long time and she's fiending. It has been a rough few months with me trying to blend the two families and keeping her ass out of it. It makes her crazy but I threatened everyone that if they went around me this time they'd be done no matter who the fuck. That had kept her ass quiet so far but I think that had more to do with the child growing in her womb than anything else. It sure hasn't done anything about her damn mouth. One mystery that still baffles me to this day though, is her new relationship with Jimmy. For some reason t
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I took my life in my hands and knocked on the door. Ma of course answered the door and went into warrior mode when she saw it was me. I held the flowers behind my back out of view of her nosy ass. "Where's Mouth?" "Shane you can't be here, shoo." "Ma, those women in there decent?" I moved to go by her in the door and she tried to slam that shit in my face. "Ma stop fuck... ah ma, get Mouth." Hell if I'm begging her in my own house. "Mouth." When she realized I wasn't going away she turned back into the room and called my girl. "You have five minutes." She gave me the stink eye and closed the door in my face. A vision opened the door and stepped out. It took me a minute to realize that ma wasn't playing a joke. "Mouth, is that you?" I reached out a hand to touch her hair and dropped for fear that I would mess it up. She started to say something smart when she stopped and sniffed the air. I saw the tears start to gather in her eyes and brought the special bouq
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"Oh for fuck sake." I was finally at the end of my rope with the women around here and their shit. Mouth was in the middle of a tug of war, me on one side ma on the other. Apparently we weren't allowed to see each other the night before the wedding. "I feel really bad for you and whatever asshole came up with that one, she's not sleeping away from me." Ma had given up scolding me for cussing about five minutes after she dropped her little bombshell. She was trying to take my woman out of my house for the night and thought all she had to do was tell me as they were sneaking out the door. "I told you he wouldn't go for it Pia. You need to calm down mob boy. It's just across the yard." I leaned over into her face and finally tugged her away from ma. "You're not sleeping any fucking where but here." Why do I always have to repeat myself? In the last week or so leading up to the wedding that was turning into more of a production than the second coming, these people have tried
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"I'm hungry. What do we have to eat?" Mouth headed for the fridge as soon as we got in the house. It was damn near five o'clock in the morning and we'd just landed. I nodded for the twins to disappear to their place, which was between our home and my parents on the grounds. "Mouth sit down I'll make breakfast." "I don't want breakfast, I want...Parmesan." She rubbed her hands together and rummaged through the freezer for chicken I guess. I'm tired as fuck but if she wants that shit I'll help her make it. Fuck I know about Italian food. She defrosted the chicken and the homemade sauce that she and her uncle had made a few days ago, all the while talking to me about what we had to do in the coming days to get ready for the wedding. Now I know I'm a cold motherfucker, but I don't think I've ever gone out on a hit and came back home to make a three course meal. I helped as much as I could. Okay I boiled the water for pasta. By the time Poppy and the others came straggling in
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She squeezed my hand before pulling away and heading for the door. I wanted to call out to her, to tell her let me just put one in him through the window, but had to bite my tongue before I gave us away. I was right on her ass though when she burst through the door. Tommy jumped up from his chair and reached for his gun on the side table. Before his hand could connect there was a whistling sound in the air as she released the arrow. I hadn't even seen her notch that shit. She missed. The shot had gone through his shoulder with such force that it had driven him back and pinned him to the wall, but it wasn't her usual kill shot to the head. Fuck! I didn't look back when I heard the others come into the room behind me, but kept my eyes on her. Her breathing didn't even accelerate as she approached him. His eyes went wide and he seemed more afraid of her than the shit in his shoulder. "You... can't be. You're dead." What the fuck? Had he tried to kill her too? Then it hit me;
