Mega 3: When Giants Collide (Mega Series) Read Free

glass of liquor and slammed it on the table. “I shit you not, folks.”
    Lucy looked into her glass and frowned, her body swaying slightly from the drink.
    “What’s this called?” she asked the four men seated across from her in the small bar.
    “Pulu,” one man said as he filled her glass again from a pitcher. “You like it?”
    “Tastes good,” Lucy hiccupped. “What’s it made from?”
    “Little of dis, little of dat,” the man smiled. “Drink up and tell us more about this giant snake.”
    “Titanoboa,” Lucy corrected as she picked up her full glass and sloshed some of the home-brewed liquor onto the table, “and not just giant, but prehistoric. Fucking thing shouldn’t exist, but it did. Until we got a hold of it.”
    She grinned then took a long drink. With her other hand, she extended her index finger and then cocked her thumb.
    “Bang bang,” she said when done drinking. “Snake go dead.”
    “You sayin’ you killed a snake that was seventy-five feet long and six feet wide?” one of the men asked then laughed. “Not possible, bra. Things like dat only in bad movies.”
    “Snake happens, man,” Lucy replied, “and when snake happens, Team Grendel is there to save the day.” She waggled a finger in front of the men. “Not just snakes, my bulky, muscly, really, really tan friends, but sharks too. Fucking huge sharks. Bang bang, boom!”
    Lucy finished off her glass of pulu and smiled. Then she turned and threw up all over the bar’s dirt floor. The men gasped then started to laugh as she wobbled, wobbled, wobbled then fell off her bench and right into her sickness. She lay there, all six feet of her, as the men continued to laugh.
    “I think I need a wet wipe,” she slurred before her eyes closed.
     
    ***
     
    “You gonna let me slap your woman around, bra?” the mountain of a man asked Max. “You just gonna sit there like a pipi elo while I give this kefe a smack down? You pitiful, bra.”
    “What’s a pipi elo?” Max asked Darby.
    “Stinky pussy,” Darby replied.
    “Oh,” Max nodded then smoked the rest of his joint. “Now, if anything is stinky around here, it’s this dank bud. This is some fine, fine shit, dude. A lady we know grows it and I got more. Now, how about you just apologize to my deadly lady friend and we call it a day?”
    “I said I’d handle this, Maxwell,” Darby said.
    “I know, I know, but I’ve got this killer buzz on and I hate for violence to ruin it,” Max replied. “Don’t get me wrong, woman with the hot ass, I love it when you beat the split fuck out of assholes that deserve it, but this is a really small island and once you crush him I have a feeling we won’t be welcome anymore.”
    “That some of Linny’s weed?” the man asked.
    “Hey, dude, I ain’t one to smoke and tell,” Max said as he started to roll another joint. “Max Reynolds ain’t no snitch.”
    “Linny’s our sister,” the man responded as he hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the other man, “and she ain’t ever mentioned no scarfaced asshole and a midget dyke before.”
    The man started to step around Darby towards Max, but Darby placed a hand on his gut and shoved him back. He stumbled a couple of steps and his eyes went wide with surprise.
    “Little thing got some solid to her,” the man laughed. He looked at Darby and nodded. “I give you that, girl.” Then he pointed at Max. “I think you stole some of my sister’s stash. Only reason you’d have her good stuff.”
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, brown beefcake,” Max said as he licked the joint and sealed it tight.  “I take my pot karma very seriously and I’d never lift someone’s stash. Not ever.” He tucked the joint behind his ear. His right one. “Darby, my dearest killing machine, I have tried to help these gentlemen avoid their inevitable ass kicking, but they just won’t listen. I think a lesson in manners is now in order.”
    “Just as I have been saying from the start,” Darby said.