Snippet #1695111

Lukas ignored the protests and burst through the doors. He advanced on the tub in the center of the room dribbling blood as he came. Facing him, the back of Mr. Thane's head leaned gently against the porcelain rim. Lukas couldn't see his mouth move when he spoke, "slow down there."

"I'm sorry boss but ya gotta understand."

"I ain't talkin' to you, you half wit." Lukas came round the side of the tub to see one of the girls submerged in the water round Thane's waist. "I trust this is of the...utmost importance."

"Its about the witch."

Thane laughed and gestured to the whore in the water with him, "I have more to fear'a her than that spent crone."

"Not Crow, some other witch, a stranger."

Thane suddenly slid up straight, "we'll finish this at a later date then sugar," he gave her ass a parting smack and turned back to Lukas, "tell me about this new bitch."

"Well I don know sir, there's nuthin much to tell, she knocked me down in the street, drew on me, fer nothin' mor'an takin' uh shining to'er."

"Hmmm you said she was ready to plug you just for being yerself."

"Yesir."

"Well as understandable a compulsion as that is it doesn't bode well for my little operation here. A witch like that so much as pokes her nose in here and we'll all be dancing on silver."

"It's alright boss, I can gun'er down for ye."

"You," Thane slapped the water as he laughed spraying Lukas and the floor with suds, "out gun a witch?! Lukas I never noted imagination as one of your qualities."

"But I heard a spirit talking to me..."

"Lukas I don't care if Jesus Christ told ya to gun down those heathens, we're going to do this my way... First thing's first, change the performance for tonight to something more... upstanding."

"Mud Fighting?..."

Thane looked at him as if he were a dog trying to speak, "no not mud fighting you ignorant cunt... drama, tell Flannigan to work out the details something... Shakespearean."

"What about me boss?.."

"You, are going to go down to the printers and get fliers made up, throw'em up all over town. Have'em say," he spread his arms in the manner of some great showman, "Bard comes to Stillriver.... all beer half price... Oh and Lukas," he added standing up out of the tub, "you stay away from that witch." The henchmen nodded nervously, trying to avert his eyes from the sight below. "Stay away from her or I'll tell her you raped one of the girls, then we'll see what she does to you."

Lukas left with a grumble, thoughts of revenge continuing to percolate below his thick skull.