Ruthless Spring

“Think hard about those words before you say them, because your pussy was definitely about to flood my cock the other night before I pulled out.”

I have nothing to offer in response.

“As I was saying,” Giovanni continues, the triumph clear in his words. “We’ll be expecting retaliation, so everyone needs to be on high alert and if another attack is allowed on the club, I’ll burn it and everyone inside of it down myself.”

“Lucia is on standby to redo security,” Vito says, “As soon as she’s released.”

My ears perk up at that.

I knew that Lucia couldn't have gotten out of the other night unscathed. She was the one who not only took me to the club, but encouraged me to drink and watched as I danced with the other night. And I know that Giovanni wasn’t going to spare her just because she’s his cousin, with the way that he’d slapped her last time she stepped out of line.

Giovanni’s head inclines to the side slightly. “Release her and remind her that this is her last straw.” He looks over my shoulder to Maximo. “Have a talk with our dear cousin, I’d hate to have to order you to kill her the next time she gets on my bad side.”

As much as I want to look back and see Maximo’s face, I keep looking straight ahead, waiting for this bullshit to be over. A part of me wants to stir the pot again, point out that the Costas can’t be as strong as they think they are if the club is being shot up every other week.

“The police chief reached out,” Vito says and I can see him just out of the corner of my eye, a frown on his face. “He says that if we can’t get things to quiet down soon, he won’t be able to hold off an FBI investigation. He’s already had a call from one special agent inquiring about the club, says he heard something about a shooting from a source.”

“The fucking cartel,” Giovanni spits out. “Playing dirty. If they want to get the FBI involved in our business, we’ll return the fucking favor.”

Giovanni turns his gaze to me. “Winter, you’ll be a good girl and go to work and keep your mouth shut from here on out, or I’ll make your last trip to the basement seem like child’s play and I promise next time you’ll be as dry as the Sahara desert.”