Page 46 of Hot Momosa

“Not where you’re concerned.” He puffed out his chest.

I cracked a grin before I could stop myself. The over-inflated prick reminded me of a rooster, and not just any cock. He looked like Foghorn Leghorn from the old Bugs Bunny cartoons.

“You think this is funny? Do you know she lost her job because of you? How about the fact that her father is afraid to have her come home because he can’t afford to risk being tied to the mafia?”

While I hadn’t known either, I refused to tip my hand. “No. What I find funny is you coming here in that seersucker suit and trying to tell me what to do.”

He went so red-faced and rigid, I half expected to see steam shooting out of his ears.

“If you’re finished telling me to stay away from the woman I love, I was on my way home. Last night was spectacular. You’ll excuse me if I’m in a hurry for round two…or would it be considered round six?” I turned to leave.

Which was why I didn’t see his fist coming until it connected with my jaw.