you have some knowledge about this shit.” I mutter, being a bit of a smartass.
“Yeah, well it only takes one time to know how you don’t want to get fucked over again.”
“I don’t know if I should be pissed at Flora, or Riva.”
A hand smacks my arm. “Riva didn’t do anything wrong here. Flora on the other hand . . . don’t even get me started with that fucking bitch. I wish you never brought her back from Puerto Rico. All she does is cause trouble.” Maia hisses, narrowing her eyes on the doorway to the adult star’s quarters.
“She looked like she got slapped across the face, Mammoth.” Maia drops it down a bit, speaking to me calmly. She wants me to know how Riva was feelin’, and I’m betting she wants me to fix it.
“She was upset?” I question.
Maia nods, “Yeah. She didn’t have to say it. One look and you could tell. I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but I heard whispers about last night. If you ask me, that girl has been through enough bullshit for a century. You need to go fix it, and quick. That is, if you want her or not. ‘Cause I for one have never seen you look at a woman the way you look at her.”
“What?”
“You heard me, you big caveman. Now go fix shit. I have to pack up this bar with Cali.” Cali, is the other barmaid we have here at the club. Her and Maia are the two who didn’t want to be involved in the porn industry. We got them along with a few other girls from Petros a while back.
Deciding to take a smart woman’s word of advice, I head up the stairs and go to my bedroom. I don’t bother knocking, considering Riva is the guest here. Sure enough I find her zipping up her luggage, lookin’ pissed as can be. “Now I don’t know what you think is goin’ on between Flora and me, but I fucked her once.” I shut the door behind me so we’re not airing our dirty laundry to the entire club.
“You don’t owe me an explanation, Mammoth.” Riva quips, rolling her eyes. She bends down and pulls the handle free from her luggage, then goes to grab her phone. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get going. I have to be in Philadelphia to set up my new apartment and I’ve wasted enough time being here today.”
Well, the sassiness is coming out of her. “You sit your ass down little girl, before I make you.”
“Excuse me?” She blinks over and over again, actin’ like she heard me wrong.
“I said sit your ass down. You’re my responsibility, which means I’m not gonna let shit happen to you, even if it means savin’ you from your own stupid decisions. You have the Cuban Cartel after your ass, and you think it’s smart to leave the only protection you have? Hell naw. Not on my watch. So, sit your pretty ass down.”
“How am I your responsibility?!” She roars, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.
“Is that really all you got outta that?” I ask, dumbfounded. Women. Lord, grant me the strength to get through this conversation without throwin’ her over my lap and spankin’ her ass.
“‘Cause I claimed you!” I snarl back at her. “Du är min nu. Mitt att värda. Min att skydda.” I tell her she is mine, mine to cherish, and mine to protect.
“Jag är inte!” She snaps that she isn’t, showing me the fury this little girl can hold within her. Well damn. I can already feel my cock getting hard. She starts rambling things out so fast I can’t tell if she’s speaking in English or Swedish. “Fuck! What does that even mean? You claimed me so none of your friends could date me or whatever? Claimed me like the only bag of sour cream chips in the variety pack called dibs. Fuck that. Fuck that! I am a woman, a fucking human, not something you can call dibs on. Fuck you, Mammoth. Seriously. Fuck you.”
Whew. My nostrils are flaring. Shit, she’s getting a reaction out of me when most men don’t even get that. “Riva, sit the fuck down.”
Instead of doing as I said, she takes a step toward me and glares at me like a defiant piece of shit. “Make me.”
I scoff, “You’re gonna wish you didn’t say that, Mouse.”
I grab onto her body and pick