Chapter 59: Prince of The City

In the end, I was happy I'd let ma talk me into staying. It turned out to be just what Mouth needed. She was relaxed and happy throwing around barbs and making everybody nuts with her mobster trivia bullshit. Only her dad, uncle and Poppy knew what or whom the hell she was talking about when she kept throwing out names of known mob heads some of them long dead. Thank fuck ma didn't have a clue.

By the time everyone left, I was ready to shoot myself in the fucking head. Poppy had set up the meet for the next day for which I was grateful even though I wasn't looking forward to that shit. But at least this way I could get it over and done with. "Time for bed you, you've been going all day." I hustled her ass into the shower. Maybe I can steal a fuck in there since my house seems to be constantly full of unwanted guests.