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“She was a whore, just like all the rest! Should have kept her legs closed and out from under my husband!” the woman screamed.
Bane’s hand shot out and grabbed the professor by the throat with one hand, while he balled his other hand into a fist and planted it right in the middle of the professor’s face, breaking his nose and sending blood pulsing from his nostrils.
Lucien suddenly appeared from behind Bane and his hand wrapped around the woman’s throat. “You know that’s my sister,right?” he asked, pouring on his thickest Cajun accent. “You know what we do to people that take advantage of our sisters down in the bayou, don’t you?” Lucien smiled, his eyes staring into the eyes of the professor’s wife. Then he laughed, knowing full well what his laugh and that accent he put on when it suited his situation did to women. His laugh died out and he licked his lips. “We feed them to the gators, yeah.”
The professor’s wife desperately clawed at Lucien’s hand, clasping her throat just tight enough to keep her from getting away.
“Now, you want to tell me what really happened?” Lucien asked.
The woman’s gaze darted to the side, she was watching Bane beat her husband. “Stop!” she squeaked out. “Make him stop! He’s going to hurt him!”
Lucien looked lazily over his shoulder at Bane, who’d let the man go and had baited him to leave the shelter of the doorway to try to fight him. Lucien chuckled. “Ya know, he can just tear his throat out anytime he wants, yeah. He’s just playing now, getting a little revenge for what your husband did to his daughter.”
“Stop it!” she rasped, still prying at Lucien’s hand.
Lucien rolled his eyes and shook his head disbelievingly. “He fucked other women. Manipulated them, young women, he should have been guiding and teaching. And instead of leaving that piece of shit, you harassed the women. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’ll, I’ll do anything,” she said, suddenly changing tactic. “Just make him stop hurting my husband,” she sobbed, as Bane hit the professor for the eight or ninth time. She stopped prying at Lucien’s hand and ran her fingers up his arm, in what she thought was the beginnings of seduction.
Lucien’s face twisted into what could only be a look of disgust, and he let go as he shoved her away from him. “Oh, fuckno! Not if I was dying and you were the fucking air. That’s just gross!” he said, wiping his hand on his jeans as he pretended to have a full body shiver.
Her husband’s predicament momentarily forgotten as the rage at Lucien’s refusal began to burn her pride. “I’ll have you know, I’m so much better than you! I have class! I have pedigree!”
“You are a psychotic whore who harasses the young women your husband has seduced and drives them away from the school they have a right to be in so they won’t stick around long enough to figure out they should be pressing charges instead,” Lucien said. “It just hit me, that’s your whole game. Drive them away, humiliate them, and they’ll run, instead of pressing charges and bringing your perfect little life down around your ears. You, lady, are a pathetic cunt. An old, not very attractive, pathetic cunt, at that.”
Havoc couldn’t help it, he started laughing.
Charlie grinned, but then something caught his attention. He tapped Havoc on the shoulder and pointed over the door.
“Aw, fuck. You know how to handle all the security shit?” Havoc asked, noticing the small, discreet closed-circuit security camera mounted over the door.
“Yeah. I got it,” Charlie said, starting toward the house. “There’s a reason I should have scoped it out first. I could have taken the security cameras down.”
“Just take care of it now,” Havoc said, right on his heels.
“Get up!” Bane shouted. He kicked the professor in the ribs as he struggled to get up off the ground.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” the professor threatened, spittle and blood, flying from his mouth as he skidded across the ground, then started trying to get up again.
“I wish you would get up and at least make it a little less embarrassing. I almost feel bad to be beating a man who can’tfucking throw a punch,” Bane said, standing back to allow the professor to finally get up.
While he struggled, Charlie and Havoc went by. Charlie pushed his way past the professor’s wife, who immediately started screeching as he entered the house.
Havoc paused on the front porch and with one well placed leap toward the transom at the top of the door, grabbed hold of the small security camera mounted there, and yanked it free. “We just gonna take care of this,” Havoc said, then pushed his way past the professor’s wife.
“Get out! Get out of my house! Help, help police! Police! Somebody help us!” the woman shouted.
Bane shot a look at Lucien.
“I was trying to avoid that,” Lucien said.
“Help!” she screamed.
Lucien grabbed her and slapped his hand over her mouth and her nose. He held her back close to his chest so she couldn’t move and held her still, unable to breathe until she finally passed out.
He should have laid her down at her front door, but instead, he just allowed her to drop to the ground.
The professor, on his knees now, his breath heaving in and out of his body while he spewed vile threats, happened to see his wife as her body dropped to the ground and gave a slight bounce before coming to a rest. “You, killed, my, wife!” he tried to shout between pants.
