"Yeuk! What the fuck has that bitch been drinking? Her fucking milk tastes off, if that's off then she's gotta go; Billy, you go see that she can't go public with this."
That was Tommy Bellini's answer to every problem, squash it underfoot and grind it into the dirt as though it had never existed only for the unfortunate girl he was referring to would be taken away from her pampered life as the sex slave of the Mafia boss and be reduced to 'Entertaining' paying guests in her one-room apartment in the basement of one Tommy's numerous clubs.
"We have another problem boss, one of the runners has been skimming, not a lot but if he keeps getting away with it..................." he didn't bother finishing the sentence.
"We had better go and pay him a visit then Billy and mebbe rough him up a little, a couple of broken arms and a limp should do the trick."
So it was an hour later that they knocked on the door of an apartment in a brownstone block and it was opened by a young woman no more than twenty. Tommy's eyes immediately went to the wet patches on her T-shirt and the way her nipples pressed against the wet material, in a flash he knew she was leaking milk.
"We're here for your brother, he's being a naughty boy and needs to be taught a lesson unless of course, you can convince Mr. Bellini here that he's gonna behave himself, and of course we can't just take your word for it, you'll need to show us what you're offering."
Billy was crunching his knuckles as he spoke so there was no mistaking what being taught a lesson would mean.
Tommy's eyes gleamed as he eyed the telltale wet patches and stretched out a hand to cup a handful of her breast and gently squeezed it. The wet patch became slightly bigger and Tommy smiled,
"I know what I want, the question is, Miss whatever your name is, how important is your brother's health to you?"
That was Tommy Bellini's answer to every problem, squash it underfoot and grind it into the dirt as though it had never existed only for the unfortunate girl he was referring to would be taken away from her pampered life as the sex slave of the Mafia boss and be reduced to 'Entertaining' paying guests in her one-room apartment in the basement of one Tommy's numerous clubs.
"We have another problem boss, one of the runners has been skimming, not a lot but if he keeps getting away with it..................." he didn't bother finishing the sentence.
"We had better go and pay him a visit then Billy and mebbe rough him up a little, a couple of broken arms and a limp should do the trick."
So it was an hour later that they knocked on the door of an apartment in a brownstone block and it was opened by a young woman no more than twenty. Tommy's eyes immediately went to the wet patches on her T-shirt and the way her nipples pressed against the wet material, in a flash he knew she was leaking milk.
"We're here for your brother, he's being a naughty boy and needs to be taught a lesson unless of course, you can convince Mr. Bellini here that he's gonna behave himself, and of course we can't just take your word for it, you'll need to show us what you're offering."
Billy was crunching his knuckles as he spoke so there was no mistaking what being taught a lesson would mean.
Tommy's eyes gleamed as he eyed the telltale wet patches and stretched out a hand to cup a handful of her breast and gently squeezed it. The wet patch became slightly bigger and Tommy smiled,
"I know what I want, the question is, Miss whatever your name is, how important is your brother's health to you?"