Entry # 10

The Mario "problem" was fixed in a fucking brilliant way if I say so myself. I put together my crew. You know, the people who I think would be the most suitable to do the fucking job. I picked Owen because well, he's Owen, Tig because he is a crazy motherfucker, Bobby because he's the most level-headed person in the crew and wouldn't let me loose my temper, and lastly, Chibbs because he's a fucking crazy man when you need him to be.

I went over to fucking Mario's "restaurant" with my men. I say "restaurant" in the loosest of terms because Mario doesn't own the damn thing, he just hangs out their all the time. It's his fucking cousin's place. I was sorry to fucking take care of business in a cousin's restaurant, but the guy doesn't hang anywhere that's actually fucking his. Lazy fuck.

I hate people who don't fucking work at all. I mean I fix cars and build custom bikes at least two days a fucking week. Mario's fake job is in construction! I've never seen the lazy fuck lift a fucking hammer.

Mario greeted us with all these kisses and fucking hugs. What a try-hard asshole.

"How ya doing Cassidy?" asked Mario as he finally let go of me.

I shrugged. "Pretty good. You know how things are," I commented.

"Sit. Sit. Aldo, fetch the lady and gentlemen some wine and pasta," commanded Mario both towards us and Aldo the waiter. We sat at an empty table and Aldo ran off to get us some food and drinks.

" What can I do to help you?" He asked, leaning toward me. I could tell he was fucking looking me over. I hate that fucking shit. I want to be taken fucking seriously, not looked over like I am some kind of Crow Eater.

"You can give us our money," answered Bobby. I flashed Mario a smile. Mario's face went ashen fucking white. He knew that he was in some serious shit.

"But I..." muttered Mario. Aldo and another young man came out and poured us some white and put on some really good pasta.

"I wouldn't try to deny it, Mario buddy. Bobby can tell fake currency from the real thing. We aren't fucking idiots like you seem to think we are." Tig said with a really creepy smile on his face.

"Yeah, we don't like to be treated like idiots," Chibbs said with his cool sounding Scottish accent. I love that fucking man.

"We hate that a lot." growled Owen as he gulped down some red wine.

Mario's eyes went wide. Some of his guys who were sitting near us stood up. I went to my fucking gun. Mario put his hands up.

"Cassidy, Cassidy. I swear on my life that I didn't ... I didn't…!" rambled Mario. The fucking idiot.

"Tell your guys to sit the fuck down." I ordered, then took a bite of the pasta. The sauce was to fucking die for.

Mario turned around and said, "Si metta a sedere." They all sat down. The shoot out was fucking diverted.

"Now, Mario I don't want to cause any fucking trouble, but I will if you don't give me the rest of the fucking money. " I told him.

Mario nodded. "Go on." He sighed.

"If you give me money today, then nobody has to get hurt. But if you dick me the fuck around then some people will get really, really hurt. Maybe even fucking today. I can promise you one thing: if I don't get the money by fucking tonight then well...you might have some dead soldiers on your hands." I finished off. The rest of the guys and I lifted up our cuts to show off all the guns we were carrying.

Mario stood up. " Give me a few minutes." He responded. The mob captain walked over to his table and started whispering to his soldiers.

I kept on eating my food. That fucking coward was going to pay me the fucking money. My job now was to look like I was the most relaxed woman on the fucking planet. Owen was about to open his mouth, but I pointed at his food and gave him a look that yelled, "Just eat your food."

Us Sons just sat and ate our wonderful lunch. Aldo was passing by and I grabbed his arm.

"Could you bring me a glass of water?" I requested. Aldo nodded and went to get me water.

"How long should we wait?" asked Tig, holding his gun as he ate his food.

"Don't get trigger happy yet, Tigger. We'll give him a half-hour before we go back to the club house, then we'll give him about three hours before we after his men." I told him as regally as possible.

I'm the fucking Princess of the Sons after all. Tig nodded. Mario got back to us after about twenty minutes of waiting.

Mario handed a suitcase to me, which I felt just in case something went wrong. It felt like it was full of my fucking money. I was fucking pleased. I'd rather we get our money cleanly then have to go on a fucking rummage. Though I do enjoying a fucking rummage, I don't like having to work twice as hard if I don't have to.

I handed the case over to Bobby so he could count the money and make sure that this time it is fucking real.

Bobby opened the bag and did his task as fast as he could. He gave me the thumbs up.

"The money is real, Cas." Bobby swore.

"Good enough for me. Goodbye, Mario see you next time." I said then walked out of that place. My troops followed me out.

Fuck!

Can't tell you anymore, Jax is calling for me.