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“Say hola to my sister, she’s
Australian.”
    “ Hola ,” the dumbass said.
    Dora smiled at him, looking like she was
trying not to laugh.
    “ Hey, don’t get fresh with her,”
I said, trying not to laugh too, “because if I catch you looking at
her ass, I’ll kick yours.”
    “ I don’ t know what you mean by getting
fresh.”
    “ Just don’t look at her
ass.”
    “ I wouldn’t think of it,” he
said, undoing the chain to let us into the club.
    “ What? You don’t think she’s
hot?”
    “ S ì , she’s hot, but I wouldn’t look at her
behind.”
    I turned Dora around. “Oh, come on, she’s
got a nice ‘behind’. I kind of feel insulted you won’t
look.”
    He glanced at it quickly, then
back at me. “ S ì , signor , she has a nice behind.”
    “ I told you not to look at
it or I’d kick your ass.”
    He went
white , which
was pretty impressive, considering he was a dark fucker. “I’m
sorry, signor , so sorry, I do apologize.”
    I patted his arm. “I’m just yanking your
chain.”
    “ Yanking my what?”
    “ I’m kidding; you Italians have
no fucking sense of humor.”
    “ I’m Turkish.”
    “ So, that explains why you’ve got that
whole nose thing going on.”
    “ Nose thing?”
    Dora elbowed me. “Stop being racist, and
move your ass inside; I want to dance.”
    I pulled out some money and handed it to
the bouncer. “Here’s some cash to go towards the nose
job.”
    Laughing, Dora shoved me
through the doorway , the little sprite surprisingly strong. We entered a
techno-colored world, the strobe lights loco, along with the DJ up
on the raised stage, the guy chopping and changing between songs.
We pushed through the hot and sweaty crowd. Dora yelped, no doubt
from someone pinching her cute little ass. I ignored it, because
there was no way I could find the culprit in this jammed packed
crowd of horny bastards and… I yelped as I got my own ass pinch,
the Italian men not the only ones who liked a fine piece of ass. I
looked behind me at a tall, skinny girl who resembled one of those
models from Britain. She had the whole Kate Moss thing going on. I
shook my head, basically telling her I wasn’t interested. She
started talking to me in Italian, the chick obviously not getting
the hint she made me soft, but I let her talk, because she had some
food stuck between her front teeth, and it amused me.
    Dora pulled on my T-shirt, the little
bitch being impatient. I waved at lettuce teeth, and followed Dora
as she nudged people aside to get to the bar. A guy spun around and
yelled at us, just itching for a fight. I held my hand up in peace,
then when he had stopped yelling, I grabbed his neck and yanked him
closer. “I’m a Donatelli, which means if you don’t buy me and my
sister a drink consider yourself dead.” I released his neck, the
guy looking terrified. Yeah, the Donatelli were rather infamous on
the island. Everyone knew about us and our means of settling
disagreements.
    He pulled money from his pocket and held
it out for me to take. If anything, I found him hot, the guy
brutish looking, but I didn’t think he would like me putting my
hand down his pants since his lady friend was standing right behind
him. Nah, fuck it, he couldn’t do shit to me. I grabbed his crotch,
the guy’s eyes going wide. “Come near me again and this thing,” I
squeezed his cock, “is mine.”
    I snatched the money out of his hand, then
let go of his crotch, the guy gaping at me. The woman grabbed his
arm and yanked on him.
    I flicked my tongue out at him. “Run
before I fuck you.”
    The man turned and took off with his
missus.
    “ That was so mean, Matty,” Dora
said.
    “ Nah, I think he liked me; he
got a boner.”
    “ Seriously?”
    “ No, he pissed himself.” I stuck
my hand on Dora’s face. She squealed, and hit out at me. Laughing,
I grabbed her wrists to stop her. “I’m kidding, I’m
kidding!”
    She yanked her wrists free. “You are such
an asshole!”
    “ I told you