Chapter 71: Prince Of The City

I didn't quite get the scene when I walked in. She was sitting in my seat behind the desk but they weren't talking. If he'd said some shit to hurt her feelings I'd end his ass right here. Then it registered. The coffee cup was on the floor and Kowalski was halfway there.

"Mouth, I said talk to him not off him, the fuck did you do?" I think she poisoned him the way he was just slumped over. I left the fucking room for less than three minutes. I knew she was up to some fuck when she pulled the Martha Stewart act, but fuck. And what the fuck kinda agent was he that he was drinking coffee and shit from someone he was investigating?

"You said he wasn't gonna stop, that he had a hard-on for you. We have to be legit by the time junior comes, it's a win-win, I don't see the problem Don Julio." She didn't even break a sweat and my fucking ears were ringing.

"Swear to fuck I don't know how Chicago survived your murdering ass long enough to become the cesspit that it is toda