Omerta- Book I (Winner of the 2015 People's Choice Award)

23) Borgata

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NOTE: Please don't get crazy about the POV change, it's still Ferro and Scarlett's story for a LONG time. This is just what author's do to transition their little h0rny mafia fans into the upcoming prequel. LOL.

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                        Fico Vitali sat behind his desk with a voluptuous Mediterranean woman sprawled on his lap. He tried to focus on the photos in front of him, but it was growing very difficult with the high-pitched voice whining in his ear.

                        "...So I said to this d-bag, 'Clearly you just wanted an excuse to touch my pooch, cause' I've never been frisked in an airport like that before'," Chatty, who was sprawled on his lap, was going on. She raked her talon-like pink nails through Fico's thick black hair, laughing much too loudly. "I mean clearly, right? He wanted to pet the pooch."

                        Fico stared at the letter opener on his desk, contemplating whether or not it was worth it to stab himself repeatedly with it.

                        He eyed the woman on his lap crossly. Or maybe he'd just stab her with it...

                        If Fico was too mean to this whøre, and she broke down, Orlando would find out, and then Orlando would bitch to him for giving him back damaged goods...again. Fico was trying to play his cards right with that guy, since he was considering partnering with him and entering the trafficking business. So he was planning on just ignoring Chatty until her stay was over. It was all business. Thank you for your whóre, now let's talk about becoming partners!

                        "Like, I'm not an idiot, ya know?" Chatty continued. "He was totally trying to get in my pants!" She snorted. "Had no idea what he was doing though, and he was too pretty. Like a girl, you know?" Her voice dropped a little lower. She ticked his neck with her nose, giggling. "You're so...experienced and handsome. This guy, on the other hand, I swear, was trying to reach for a kidney or something up my pooch."

                             Fico was never going to say pooch ever again. 

                        Chatty let out another loud laugh, and then looked down at Fico. Really looked at him. "Are ya even listening to me?"

                        The chick was finally getting it.

                        "Nope." He popped the 'P'.

                        "What?" Chatty's mouth parted, and her whiny ass voice got even higher pitched. "You weren't listening to me at all? Why?"

                        Fico ground his teeth together, switching his gaze to another photo in front of him. He thought he had made it clear. Sex, and then leave him the fúck alone. Why was this chick still here?

                        "Shit." Fico felt a sudden twinge in his shoulder and winced. Usually he had a high pain tolerance, but this  gunshot wound was still fresh. He wasn't taking any drugs for the pain.