Page 54 of Menace

What the fuck was she doing here? Was she trying to trap him?

Never going to fucking happen, he wasn’t that fucking gullible. No way was the kid his, he was obviously too old. He looked to be at least five or six months old. He was saying he because the kid was dressed in a blue outfit.

It took immense effort to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t want Carmella to clue in that he knew the woman. It would endanger her and the baby, and even if she was a damned liar she didn’t need the cartel on her ass.

And then the way she looked smashed through his silent rant.

The hair, the piercings, the contact lenses, the tattoos…it was a disguise.

The fuck?

His‘titechatte (little cat) was in hiding.

While his attention had been wandering Carmella had obviously said shit that had pissed his little cat off along with everyone else in the reception area.

But Joney didn’t give her the satisfaction of showing she was pissed off. Her face was expressionless as she pointed at a sign prominently displayed behind the reception desk.

“You see that sign up there? It says ‘Right of Admission Reserved’. It means we reserve the right to serve you or not and to evict you from our premises should you cause a disturbance.”

She waved her finger between Carmella and him.

“The two of you are causing a disturbance. Get your judgemental asses out of our studio. We don’t serve people like you.”

He hated being lumped into the same category as the slut but couldn’t say a fucking word. He thought being ordered out would have Carmella exploding in rage. She didn’t. She was ready with a comeback that would have had most women back down and run for the hills.

Not his ice queen.

“Bitch, I won’t be the one leaving. This place belongs to my man’s club and his blood family.Youare the one who will be leaving. I will insist on your dismissal, they don’t need someone like you working here. It’s disgusting how you are subjecting everyone to your fat ass plus carrying your ugly child around at a place of business. It should be at home with a nanny. Looking at you I can see a life filled with poor choices. I bet you don’t even know who the father of that child is. I will be informing the authorities about you. That child is better off not having someone like you in its life. I’ll see to it that they take that ugly thing away from you.”

Joney’s mouth thinned and her eyes narrowed on Carmella, he knew shit was about to get real. He had to cut it off before she said something that made it worse. It was already fucking bad.

“Carmella, darlin’, stop arguin’ about this bullshit. Forget about the ink slut, her gross fuckin’ kid and her fat ass, let’s get your piercin’ done. I don’t have time to stand here arguin’ about crap, I have shit to get done today.”

He hated calling her an ink slut and talking trash about her baby, but he had to divert the cartel slut’s attention. He wished like hell he didn’t have to do it. He despised himself for humiliating Joney in front of all those watching and listening.

Unfortunately as the words left his mouth Ink stormed in and his brother verbally laid him and Carmella out.

“Who the fuck do you think you are bitch? You come intomyplace of business and insultmypeople. I don’t need your kind taintin’ my business.” He turned to Lucky. “And you, take your filthy gash, get in your cage, and get the fuck out. I will be informin’ Maniac you and that piece of shit beside you are banned for life. If I see you here ever again you will fuckin’ regret it. Now do us all a favour, turn you’re your asses around use the door and fuck off.”

It was well deserved and he took it, he should have found another way to get Carmella to shut up. He never should have said the shit he did.

Of course the cartel bitch tried to take on Ink. Bad fucking idea.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Carmella Mendez and I can have you finished with a snap of my fingers. I will…” Lucky shoved a hand over the crazy bitch’s mouth, shutting her up, and forcibly shoved her towards the door.

Stomping her foot she whirled and stormed out of the studio. Outside she started pacing up and down the sidewalk, her phone out and against her ear. Her free arm waving in the air as she went off to whoever she was talking to.

Lucky didn’t follow her out.

He watched as Ink and someone who was very obviously a bodyguard converged on Joney. He watched and listened as they called her a name that wasn’t hers.

“Harper, honey, you okay?” Ink asked, curving an arm around her shoulders, gently moving her away from the reception.

“I’m good, Ink. Glad you threw the toxic bitch out. I’m damned ecstatic not having to breathe the same air as her.”

Her voice was pissed but it softened as she spoke to his brother.

“Harp, babe, you look tired, and it’s time for little man’s bottle. You need to take a break.”

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