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It’s a mocking sort of laugh that I can’t help but smirk at. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like her style. She’s just as big of a smart ass as I am.
She’s basically Johnny Badass.
Probably one of the most terrifying and strong women I’ve ever met. In fact, the strongest…With the exception of the one pain in the ass I’d known my entire life. And even still, I’m not sure who I’d consider stronger.
The argument is getting heated.
Really heated…
“Why don’t you close your bitch mouth before I close it for you!”
Alright…
I push myself up from my seat outside the storage room door and toss my magazine down.
Time for business.
“Shut up and sit down or get the hell outta here!” I demand as soon as I blast the door open.
“Go fuck yourself!” the man shouts. But at that moment, Aria lunges a fist right in the bastard's throat.
His hands fly to his neck and he doubles over, hacking.
I recognize the asshole. He’s an Uno. One of the many wildfire-families spreading like the plague in Chicago. They’ve been coming in by the droves.
But from what I can tell, Aria’s been right. They all seemed like wannabes. Make believe gangsters.
The Colombos though, they came in at the same time and they were different. So maybe there were more out there…
Maybe there were some that were just as real as the Morino and Lorenzo families.
I’m not scared of anyone but the Colombos seem like some of the most ruthless that I’ve ever encountered. They’d caused a bloody massacre. On home turf. In broad day light…
It seems a little overkill.
It seems a little psychotic…
It’s not even calculated. And if it is, then it’s poorly calculated. Real wars were won in the long game…
Not the short…
Attacking the big fish on their home turf?
That’s just dangerous.
There’s no strategy…
So again, something’s telling me that something’s off.
Something’s not right there…
The man’s still hacking for air. She must have punched him good.
“This concludes our meeting, the Uno’s aren’t what we’re looking for. Not enough balls,” she says, baiting him. “And takes a hit like a bitch.”
“You fucking cunt…” he wheezes just before cocking his arm to hit her. A violent shove to the chest is all it takes to launch him against the adjacent wall. “Are you kidding?” I laugh, amused. “Listen little man…you’re not going to win here.” His fist connects with my jaw and I laugh even harder. I hold my cheek. It felt like a bitch slap more than anything. When he cocks his arm back again, I grab it and twist it with everything I have. His bone cracks.
My other hand smashes against his shoulder. Second snap
