The Mane Event
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Ah, ah, ah. Mace pulled the man in his arms back so that his body practically resembled a U.
Dont make me break him in halfcause I can.
Doogan stopped. He could see both of his siblings were seconds away from meeting a rather ugly death. Who would the cops believe? Three criminal hoods from the projects or Mace Llewellyn and his out-of-town Southern friend? Two decorated officers from the Navy.
No. Doogan wasnt stupid. Mean and evil, but not stupid. He held his hands up and backed away from Mace. Once far enough away, Mace pushed the man in his arms toward Doogan, and Smitty did the same.
Doogan took them both and backed away down the street.
Stay away from my sisters, Doogan. Or next time Ill make sure this ends differently.
Doogan didnt answer, he just left.
Smitty resheathed his claws and wiped blood off his hands. Well that was almost as much fun as the cops pretending to be hookers.
Mace smiled and grimaced all at the same time. His face and chest hurt.
Shouldnt the cops be here by now?
Smittys innocent statement made Mace laugh outright.
His friend grabbed his arm and pulled him under a street lamp. Lets see your face, hoss. He winced. Yup. They did some damage.
Thanks. Mace went to touch his face, but Smitty held his hand back. I wouldnt have known if you hadnt pointed it out to me, Smitty.
Dont get sassy with me, hoss.
Sorry. I cant stop thinking about what would have happened if Dez had still been with us.
Thats easy. There would have been a lot of people dead. Between the two of ya. She got that look in her eye. Shes a predator, son. And dont think for a second she aint.
Dez would be the least of their worries.
My, my. We are awfully protective of a woman we havent seen in years.
Dont start, Smitty.
He chuckled. You know, you look real shitty, hoss.
Thank you very much. Mace moved his jaw around. At least it wasnt broken.
So shitty you look like you need someone to take care of you.
Mace blinked in confusion. Why? Ill be fine by tomorrow.
Someone to take care of you, Mace. Tend your wounds. Comfort you in her very large, sweet bosom.
Mace shook his head. No. No way, Smitty.
Would you trust me?
Thats a shitty thing to do. Its almost catlike in its evilness.
See, your problem is you underestimate dogs. Theres a reason many of us are let up on the couch, while they keep yall in azoo.
This is a stupid conversation.
Were stupid men. Stupid men who like their women big chested and loud.
You think Dez is loud?
Nah. Sissys loud. Your woman does have quite the voice, though. Like someone took a sandblaster to her vocal cords.
I like her voice.
I know dirt roads in the poorest part of Tennessee that are smoother than that girls voice. Although, I have to admit, I did enjoy watching her suck that finger clean.
Its almost like you want me to hurt you.
Gina?
Dark brown eyes that were almost black focused on her. Filled with such intense sadness, Dez hated that the woman freaked her out so much. But something about Gina Brutale set her nerves on edge.
Yeah. She slid off her stool. Come on. Gina sucked back the rest of her scotch and dropped the glass on the bar.
She glanced at the women with her. Ill be back in a bit.
The women didnt respond. Instead, they stared at Dez. Perhaps the most uncomfortable experience shed had in a long time, and Dezs job consisted of uncomfortable experiences. But the way they stared at herthats what freaked her out. Like they were silently plotting which parts of her body would saut well in olive oil.
Gina walked away from the bar and Dez followed her, glancing back once at the women. They were still staring at her. She fought the urge to shudder.
Gina walked to an office in a deserted part of the club and went to open the door, but someone pulled it open from the other side. A woman who resembled Gina stepped out. The two women stared at each other. Actually, they really glared. Almost vicious in its intensity.
Eventually the womans brown eyes turned to Dez. Who the fuck is that?
None of ya fuckin business.
Dez rolled her eyes. This sounded like one of those typical arguments between girls in her old neighborhood. They usually degenerated into hair pulling until knives were eventually drawn.
She didnt have time for that.
Can this wait? I gotta life.
Gina proceeded into the office. The other woman made to move around her but stopped and suddenly sniffed Dez instead.
Dez reared back. Can I help you?
She grunted. Another one.
Dez had no idea what that meant, but she didnt have a chance to ask as the woman walked off.
Shaking her head, she entered the office, closing the door behind her.
Interesting girl.
Shes a bitch. Gina slid on top of a highly polished mahogany desk. And my sister. Anne Marie.
Dont make me break him in halfcause I can.
Doogan stopped. He could see both of his siblings were seconds away from meeting a rather ugly death. Who would the cops believe? Three criminal hoods from the projects or Mace Llewellyn and his out-of-town Southern friend? Two decorated officers from the Navy.
No. Doogan wasnt stupid. Mean and evil, but not stupid. He held his hands up and backed away from Mace. Once far enough away, Mace pushed the man in his arms toward Doogan, and Smitty did the same.
Doogan took them both and backed away down the street.
Stay away from my sisters, Doogan. Or next time Ill make sure this ends differently.
Doogan didnt answer, he just left.
Smitty resheathed his claws and wiped blood off his hands. Well that was almost as much fun as the cops pretending to be hookers.
Mace smiled and grimaced all at the same time. His face and chest hurt.
Shouldnt the cops be here by now?
Smittys innocent statement made Mace laugh outright.
His friend grabbed his arm and pulled him under a street lamp. Lets see your face, hoss. He winced. Yup. They did some damage.
Thanks. Mace went to touch his face, but Smitty held his hand back. I wouldnt have known if you hadnt pointed it out to me, Smitty.
Dont get sassy with me, hoss.
Sorry. I cant stop thinking about what would have happened if Dez had still been with us.
Thats easy. There would have been a lot of people dead. Between the two of ya. She got that look in her eye. Shes a predator, son. And dont think for a second she aint.
Dez would be the least of their worries.
My, my. We are awfully protective of a woman we havent seen in years.
Dont start, Smitty.
He chuckled. You know, you look real shitty, hoss.
Thank you very much. Mace moved his jaw around. At least it wasnt broken.
So shitty you look like you need someone to take care of you.
Mace blinked in confusion. Why? Ill be fine by tomorrow.
Someone to take care of you, Mace. Tend your wounds. Comfort you in her very large, sweet bosom.
Mace shook his head. No. No way, Smitty.
Would you trust me?
Thats a shitty thing to do. Its almost catlike in its evilness.
See, your problem is you underestimate dogs. Theres a reason many of us are let up on the couch, while they keep yall in azoo.
This is a stupid conversation.
Were stupid men. Stupid men who like their women big chested and loud.
You think Dez is loud?
Nah. Sissys loud. Your woman does have quite the voice, though. Like someone took a sandblaster to her vocal cords.
I like her voice.
I know dirt roads in the poorest part of Tennessee that are smoother than that girls voice. Although, I have to admit, I did enjoy watching her suck that finger clean.
Its almost like you want me to hurt you.
Gina?
Dark brown eyes that were almost black focused on her. Filled with such intense sadness, Dez hated that the woman freaked her out so much. But something about Gina Brutale set her nerves on edge.
Yeah. She slid off her stool. Come on. Gina sucked back the rest of her scotch and dropped the glass on the bar.
She glanced at the women with her. Ill be back in a bit.
The women didnt respond. Instead, they stared at Dez. Perhaps the most uncomfortable experience shed had in a long time, and Dezs job consisted of uncomfortable experiences. But the way they stared at herthats what freaked her out. Like they were silently plotting which parts of her body would saut well in olive oil.
Gina walked away from the bar and Dez followed her, glancing back once at the women. They were still staring at her. She fought the urge to shudder.
Gina walked to an office in a deserted part of the club and went to open the door, but someone pulled it open from the other side. A woman who resembled Gina stepped out. The two women stared at each other. Actually, they really glared. Almost vicious in its intensity.
Eventually the womans brown eyes turned to Dez. Who the fuck is that?
None of ya fuckin business.
Dez rolled her eyes. This sounded like one of those typical arguments between girls in her old neighborhood. They usually degenerated into hair pulling until knives were eventually drawn.
She didnt have time for that.
Can this wait? I gotta life.
Gina proceeded into the office. The other woman made to move around her but stopped and suddenly sniffed Dez instead.
Dez reared back. Can I help you?
She grunted. Another one.
Dez had no idea what that meant, but she didnt have a chance to ask as the woman walked off.
Shaking her head, she entered the office, closing the door behind her.
Interesting girl.
Shes a bitch. Gina slid on top of a highly polished mahogany desk. And my sister. Anne Marie.
