“We’re talking massive tits.” Anton emphasized for effect. “As in they defy the laws of physics.”
It didn’t bother Anton in the least that Lee was stalling the meeting, it was completely his MO. And anything Lee needed debriefed on with things on his end, usually didn’t involve every known Syndicate affiliate. Either way, Anton wasn’t worried. “Not a Kardashian. You’re something worse.” He told Luca. “You’re Canada’s biggest shame.”
“As for this meeting,” He glanced in the direction of Lorelei and Audra, scrutinizing them both. “I’ve got something we can discuss. One-eyed fuck.” He didn’t know his goddamned name, but he was fully planning on making him pay. “This motherfucker nearly shivved me to death in the fucking street. He needs to pay. You.” He nodded to Audra. “Draw up the death certificate. And you.” He turned to Lorelei. “Get a tiny coffin ready. Very tiny. I’m going to carve out his other fucking eyeball and bury it, while playing the world’s tiniest violin at the funeral for his dumb fucking eye.”
“Gladly, my lord,” she said looking at Anton. “As long as you meet my terms, You know there’s a price to pay.” It wasn’t like they asked for he services and she said yes. The price was always different since not all the…”jobs.” where of the same height, weight and gender. You also had to take into account the way they had left this world.
Lorelei stood up from the couch she was sitting on to walk to a table that had some glasses and bottles. She poured herself some whiskey and took a sip before walking behind Anton and put her hand on his shoulder. “Unless you want to discuss the price in private,” she whispered against his ear. “Anyone wants something to drink?” she asked out loud. “You, dear?” she smiled at Audra.
She let out a burst of laughter as Lee revealed the name on her post-it note. Pulling it off, she admired the words for a moment. She knew none of them cared, but if they were going to give her history-based names, they were bloody well going to get history facts. “Did you know that, contrary to popular belief, Rasputin never actually slept with the Tsar’s wife. Nicholas and Alexandra were actually deeply in love.” Chuckling, she added, “That doesn’t mean his penis wasn’t massive, though.”
The vibe of the room had quickly changed, and she nodded sharply in response to Anton. “Please don’t take this as me questioning you, because I’m not.” Her voice was calm, eyes on the notebook as she wrote down the details he’d specified. “Can this be solved any way other than blinding a man?” She was very carefully not looking at Lee. Thankful the distraction, she glanced up at Lorelei. “A glass of water would be nice, love. Thank you.”
“I’d say the man who looks like the personification of a drought is pro’ly used to getting ditched.”
Singer. Massive tits. Huge. Earth-sized, with its own gravitational pull. The conversation slows to a break, as Lee works though the knocker-files in his mind.
Although it’s known that Fletcher likes to cause trouble, his introduction to the talk of this circle is unexpected — and Lee’s face, ever expressive, gives away such incredulity. With such big fish to fry, and they’re going for the bacteria at the bottom of the sea.
And the plan, too. If Lee rolls his eyes farther back into his head, he might just match their target well.
“This isn’t a Billie Eilish single, mate,” he says to Anton. “So get your own M.O., copycat.”
It’s not as though Lee doesn’t fantasize about such a fate; they’re even darker still, in the narratives he himself spins inside his head. But it’s personal; and all that’s personal, stays on the other side of these walls.
Right now, all he can think is, he should have buried that knife deeper.
“You don’t say,” he eyes Audra with a certain interest, arms crossed as he nods along the story. “That’s fantastic. Love wins, everybody.”
“Speaking of massive penises— Am I Dolly fucking Parton?”
Luca chuckled at Audra’s explanation of Rasputin, thinking that if anyone would turn a game into a history lesson, it was her. “Good to know we’re a bunch of idiot,” he joked, shifting forward in his seat to brace both elbows on his thighs. “You sure fucking are.” Still, not sure who he was, and not quite caring, Luca gestured at his sticky note, still adhered to his forehead, “last hint and then I’m calling it. Figure we should get to business before its morning?” Posed as a question and not the opinion that it was. Now that everyone was here, there seemed to be no point in delaying. Luca was patient, yes, but he was also efficient, and he liked to get things done in a timely manner when possible. @antonmoretti
