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Melvin’s jaw tightened as he looked around the room at the bloody mess; his eyes then finding the 4 woman and little girl in front of him.
“Melvin?” Peggy said, standing up, “do we need to have another demonstration?”
George quickly stood up, “no… we are fine. We agree… we will send you $500,00 a year and not send anyone after you—”
“How is this better?” Melvin asked, his eyes narrowing… “you said you can erase our memory… why not just do that?”
George swallowed hard as he watched the darkness swarm into Fiona’s eyes.
“Because darlin’… the more money we have… the more power we have… isn’t that how this works?”
Melvin’s eyes reached the dark hazel ones in front of him, “you are just a greedy bitch.”
“Oh, honey… you only live one life,” Fiona answered, stepping forward towards the lawyer. “More money means we can have the resources to locate more of us… which leads to more power. Do I have to draw you up a map?”
“I don’t appreciate people- especially of your kind,” Melvin said, standing up and stepping closer to Fiona, “insulting my intelligence.”
“It’s a deal,” George said from behind; his eyes reaching Fiona’s. “We have a deal.”
“Good,” Fiona said, nodding as she picked Tina up in her arms as she nodded towards the group. “Oh… you will also be sending Marie money as well… same amount.”
“Yes,” George nodded, pleading with Melvin not to say anything.
“Let’s go,” Fiona said, flicking her wrist to open the door as she carried out a now sleepy Tina. Marie smirked as she looked at the bloody mess on the ground; Phyllis followed, stealing a cocktail from the table.
Peggy stood and walked towards the two remaining men left, “I hope you don’t deceive us,” she threatened as she flicked her wrist; the bodies disappearing as the room became spotless. “The Matriarch doesn’t like cleaning up her messes…”
Melvin watched as the women disappeared from the room.
“Well…” George swallowed as he sat down in his chair; his body still shaking from what he witnessed… “at least we are alive.”
Melvin’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the man, “we just made a deal with demons….”
“And we are alive,” George stressed… “They get their funding from us… we leave them alone and we live… simple.”
Melvin’s fist tightened even more as he stared at the blank wall… “For now,…”