“Scared Shane?”
Steven used the bat to throw everything off of
the dresser, Cherie yelled loudly, backing away
towards Clea. The bottles of perfume exploded, and shards of glass flew
everywhere; Steven simply smiled. Clea pushed
her mother back into the room, and two more men were standing behind her. Huge
hulking men, with leather gloves and dark glasses, Shane
knew this was it, it was over for her.

            “Yeah, man I’m scared; it that
what you wanted to hear?” Shane said, with some
bravado as she backed up towards the window, thinking broken legs were better
than being dead. She could crawl to her truck, if she had too. ***** this was
gonna hurt. She was dead, there was no way out of this alive, was there?

            “You’ve been ***** my wife Shane,
what should I do with you? You know they cut off the ***** of a man that goes
delving into another man’s wife, but you don’t have one, do you?” Steven
said, swinging the bat in Shane‘s general
direction, and Shane felt the hot tears spilling
down her cheeks.

            “STEVEN!”
Yelled Cherie and the men grabbed her, throwing
her onto the bed and pinning her down. She yelled, bucked like a woman
possessed; Steven took his jacket off, throwing
it aside and he said.

            “You’re going to watch while I
show your ***** lover, what a real man is made of.” He said, and Shane
was sure that her young life was over.

~*~*~*~*~*

            Marina
sat down with Tonya, they were going over the
papers and ideas on how to drum up more business. Tonya
was a font of ideas Marina
thought that she had a wonderfully complex mind and that no one took her rather
seriously.

            “You have a gold mine with
that band, they are drawing in straights as well as the ***** community. Have you
thought about expanding?” Tonya asked and Marina‘s
eyes went wide, it hadn’t even been a glimmer of a thought in her mind. Kit
was taking classes on business and she was hip deep in trying to keep the place
afloat.

            “No, we were simply trying to
survive, but from what you are showing me here, we are doing much more than that.”
She said, seeing the numbers for the month that Ebony Dawn had been playing. Tonya
was right, they were a huge draw, and they could play. Marina
had been more than impressed at the caliber of playing, and the variety of the
music they could dish out in one set.