Milena led the way to the fire escape and up three flights of stairs. The upper floors of the building were immaculate and very well decorated. Milena stopped and sniffed, pouting. "Oh, darn it, he already knows we're here." She strode up to a pair of double doors at the end of the hallway and knocked. "Morfran, honey, it's me."
There was a muffled voice from behind the door, and Milena opened it, entering. She glanced over her shoulder. "Coming?"
The room behind the doors was a combination bedroom, throne room, and office. A luxurious jacoozie bubbled in one far corner of the room, a soft, silk strewn bed nearby. Plush couches in amazingly expensive fabrics littered the room, and a large mahogany desk guarded several large bookcases at the other end. A very large man sat at the desk, not bothering to look at the new arrivals as they entered. "What." It was more a command than a question, as if his time was very precious and should never be wasted. Milena looked at Taka. "Your ball, honey."
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Don't ever call me that again, bitch," Taka growled. She glared at the man behind the desk. "You Morfran?"
He didn't answer.
"I got a bone to pick with you."
Still no answer. The hair on the back of Taka's neck rose in irritation. Why wasn't he paying attention to her? Did he think this was a game?
I'll show him who's playing fucking games! she growled to herself, drawing her gun.
"I really do advise you against that course of action, lass," the man finally said in a thick scottish accent. "I don't like it when people get my room dirty. Put it away."
"No."
The man looked up at them, a glint of annoyance in his eyes. He very carefully straightened, putting down the copy of
Walden he had been reading. He stood slowly, and Taka was amazed at how big the man was. He was at least 7' tall, and built like a wrestler. He glared at her, staring her down, but she remained defiant. Until some other will began to force her onto her knees. Pain shot through her back and legs as she was forced onto the ground. The gun dropped out of her contorted hand, and she found herself writhing on the floor in agony.
"That's better," Morfran mumbled. He looked at Milena and Rune. "I hope neither of you will be so rash and disobediant. I won't tolerate it so well next time."