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The Spitfire Chapter 1: Prologue
"Patrick, I need a solid old friend." "Roberto, is that you? How the hell are you, my friend? It's been ages. I hear you're having a little headache out your way. Is that what this is about? You need I should get some of my people on it?" "Nah, paisan, I've got it covered. It's my baby girl; you remember Arianna, yes?" "Little Arianna, is she still such a spitfire?" "Mama Mia, if the enemy's bullet doesn't cut me down, that child will do it, I swear." "A handful, huh." "And then some, that's why I'm calling; I need to send her to you for safekeeping until I send my enemies to hell where they belong. This fucking gumbah Vasili is a pain in the ass. Now he's not only greedy but stupid. Word is him, and his brother has concocted some scheme to force my little angel into marriage with one of their sons." "Unethical, who would do such a thing to a young girl? What is she seventeen, eighteen?" "She just turned eighteen, but that
Last Updated : 2022-10-26The Spitfire Chapter 2: Prince Of The City
My name is Shane Flanagan. Those who know me, and even some who don't, fear me. In my line of work, this is a good thing, a very good thing. You see, I'm a very bad man, bad to the motherfucking bone. I make no excuses for myself. I would stomp a motherfucker just for fun. Well, maybe not so much these days, but when I was younger, yeah. Now I would shoot a motherfucker for stepping on my kicks, and it didn't matter if they were Chucks or Gucci. It all depended on what kind of mood I was in and who's doing the mother fucking stepping. But I digress, as I was saying, people feared me all over this fucking place. So tell me then why this little slip of a girl thought she could mouth off at me and get away with it? Now, this Arianna Rossi is a real pain in the ass, know what I mean? She lived upstairs of this pub that I'd just requisitioned from its previous owner. I needed her place for something else, so she had to go. It's not like I was
Last Updated : 2022-10-26The Spitfire Chapter 3: ARIANNA
That's right, Ari, dig your grave just that much deeper by being a smart ass. "Are you on some kind of medication for this shit lady?" "What shit, you think I'm crazy cause I'm not afraid of you, Capone?" He put his head in his hands and started muttering under his breath. I think he was saying the Latin mass sounded like something I'd heard in church eons ago. "Babe, seriously answer the fucking question so we can both get on with our lives." "What difference does it make, you're not going to believe me over your precious brother anyway, and I hate wasting my breath. You never know when you'll end up in an enclosed room with no air, and you'll wish you'd saved that wasted breath." Okay, I heard that loud and clear this time; he'd muttered an insult under his breath but not far enough under. He's been doing that the whole time. "Well, if you wish I'd save my breath this time, stop asking me questions." I was on a roll, I think. The big gu
Last Updated : 2022-10-26The Spitfire Chapter 4: Prince Of The City
What the hell am I gonna do with this girl, she was driving me batty, and that was saying a lot. With two sisters who cornered the market on bitchy, I have my fair share of experience dealing with this shit, but 'Mouth ' took the fucking cake. I've never met anyone like her, neither man nor woman. If she'd been a dude, I would've capped her ass already, just for the aggravation alone. She was one cool customer, too, this one. I know she was afraid, not scared shitless, but she wasn't stupid enough not to appreciate the danger, not to fear me, but she held up well. No one would ever suspect to hear that mouth of hers. When my second lieutenant and brother-in-law Anthony showed up with a hobbling James, I was ready to be done with this shit. Not with her, but with the situation. Her I think I will be dealing with for a long time to come. "You!" the dumb fuck started off on the wrong foot already. Pointing at 'Mouth' with a scowl whi
Last Updated : 2022-10-26The Spitfire Chapter 5: Prince Of The City
She left the room, that hot ass of hers hugged sweetly in those tight as fuck jeans, damn. I almost licked my lips. "You better check her bag when she comes back, bro." This was Mikey's suggestion as if I was too green to know that. "Thanks for the info." "That bad?" "Tony man, you have no idea. She makes our wives look like amateurs." Tony whistled between his teeth. "I think our bro here is in for a hell of a time; it'll be fun to see who comes out on top in this little war they got going on." "Shut the fuck up, Mikey, you two pussy whipped mother fuckers are just sad, watch and learn boys, watch and learn." The fucks fell all over themselves, laughing. Fuckers. "I want someone on her from now on." "Any particular reason?" Tony asked. "Because it's what I want, better make it, Tommy." Tommy was one of my best men. The woman was more trouble than she was worth; somehow, I don't think I'm the only o
Last Updated : 2022-10-26The Spitfire Chapter 6: Prince Of The City
Way too much attitude in this one! "Listen, there's no catch okay, it's just that you're a young girl alone in the city. I have two sisters. If either one of them were in your position, I would want someone to look out for them. Sure, I could put you somewhere else, but this is the best I could come up with. It's secure, in the best neighborhood in our fine city, and it's close to the club you'll be working at." Quick thinking there, Flanagan, that sisters angle was fucking inspired, plus total bullshit, those two crazy broads could take down a motherfucker with sheer bitchiness alone. Just let her buy this shit so I can get her moved in as soon as possible. What about after you've fucked her and grown tired of her as you inevitably always do? I'll cross that fucking bridge when I get to it. She can be moved out as easily as she's moved in. I've never put a woman up in one of my places before. This was new territory for me; besides, I was
Last Updated : 2022-10-26The Spitfire Chapter 7: Prince Of The City
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 I'd 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 girls sold in a week. She was making money for my place, and as evidenced by the tips on her credit card slips, she wasn't doing too bad 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 de
Last Updated : 2022-10-26The Spitfire Chapter 8: ARIANNA
Oh my, he's a caveman mobster, that kiss had my hoo-hah weeping; shit, he was all kinds a good. Damn, if I'd let him know, though. I slid down his body when he was finished assaulting my mouth. Good thing he grabbed me again because my knees were shot. He led me upstairs to his office, poured me a cognac, and sat behind his desk. "What's this?" "Drink it." I shrugged my shoulders; whatever, that shit burned like a mother-fucking bitch. "Who was that jackass you tried to decapitate Tommy Pitera?" "What the fuck do you do study the mob or some shit?" "Among other things." "To answer your question, pain in the ass, his name's James Foster." "Another one, what the fuck is up with these James guys and my ass?" "There's a difference. My little brother is a twenty-year-old kid who doesn't know his head from his ass. This asshole is a mean, vicious piece of shit." "Gotcha, he's a whole other brand a cray, c
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The Spitfire Chapter 87: Prince Of The City
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
The Spitfire Chapter 86: Prince Of The City
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
The Spitfire Chapter 85: Prince Of The City
"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
The Spitfire Chapter 84: Epilogue, Part 2, Prince Of The City
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
The Spitfire Chapter 83: Epilogue, Prince of The City
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
The Spitfire Chapter 82: Prince Of The City
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
The Spitfire Chapter 81: Prince Of The City
"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
The Spitfire Chapter 80: Prince of The City
"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
The Spitfire Chapter 79: Prince of The City
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;
