Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Are we sure Mario was saying things he shouldn’t have?” Joey asked. The man could be a little uncertain at times, but he did as he was asked without hesitation, and he was loyal without a fault. But then his wife had left him, and Joey had seen a decline in the stability of the man. Mario had let that shit consume him, and slowly had been drinking his liver away. It seemed like he was putting everyone in the circle at risk, too.
“As sure as if I had gone to Tinno’s yesterday and spoken with Andre myself,” Little Johnny said, and glanced at Joey.
Andre, the owner of Tinno’s, knew when to give up information, and keep his mouth shut, but that was the price to pay with running a business in Joey’s town.
“Well, then that’s settled. Find Mario, and bring him to the bar.” Joey wanted this done relatively silently, but he also wanted to make sure Mario knew what was happening. The bar they owned was one of their “legitimate businesses”, but it was on the edge of town, rundown, and asking Mario to come to them wouldn’t have the boccalone freaking out before they knew what the fuck he’s been running his mouth about.
“And you think Mario is going to come clean that he’s been running his mouth?” Alex asked.
“He has been running with us for years. He’ll tell me the truth, if only because he wants in my good graces,” Joey stated with confidence.
“Joey, if he wanted in your good graces he would have kept his fucking mouth shut,” Little Johnny said, and Joey couldn’t argue the point.
“If he lies to us, and tries to run, then we put him down. We can’t have a loose end like that, and especially a man that knows anything about the family.”
The three men grunted in acknowledgement.
“Alex, you have him go with you to the bar. Talk him up, get him good and liquored, and see what he says. Who knows, maybe he is working with the Gondalo crew.”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
“Little Johnny and Niklo will meet up there. I’ll let you know the time for sure.”
They all nodded in agreement.
“Got to do runs in a bit, and collect from my guys,” Niklo said and stood. He handed an envelope to Joey, and then Alex did the same.
“Only out a month and already you’re holding your own,” Joey said and stood. He clapped Alex and Niklo on the back and watched them leave. Not long after being released and Alex was already deep in family business … just the way it should be.
“I’m heading to see Lucy for a bit, unless you need me.” Little Johnny stood to his full six-foot-seven height.
“I’m good,” Joey said and zeroed in on Marra. She had her back to him, and everything tightened at the sight of her.
“Good luck with that, man,” Little Johnny said and chuckled deeply. “She seems like a spitfire, especially for refusing you for the last year.” Little Johnny grinned, and it was one of those rare smiles the hardened enforcer gave.
Joey tipped his chin to Johnny and watched him leave. The man had to duck under the entryway just to leave. He couldn’t even imagine being a woman and having to deal with that, but Little Johnny had been with his girl for the last three months, and clearly Lucy liked being with the behemoth.
Joey grabbed a twenty from his wallet and tossed it on the table, and then he moved over to the counter. Vincenzo’s was a small café, and although it only housed about three four-person tables, a three-person counter, and a few patio tables outside, it always felt like home to him.
He moved over to the counter, and the older man that had been getting a box of pastries to go turned and left the café. It was just Joey and Marra now as Henrietta had gone into the back.
But Marra didn’t face him, and instead was cleaning the espresso machine. Joey took that moment to check out the rear side of her. She was gorgeous all around, with lush curves, round and thick in all the right places, and not thin like Angie. She wasn’t average at all, and he loved that about her. Her legs were long, and she had an ass that made him think of some pretty fucking raunchy things.
The skirt she wore fell to her knees, but it was this loose material that formed to her ass. He could see the crease between the big, round globes of her bottom through the lightly colored material. His fucking cock punched forward and dug into the zipper of his suit slacks.
Leaning his forearms on the counter, he tried to forget about the ache in his balls. She turned and held the portafilter in her hand, her focus on the grounds that were spilling over it.