Wicked Blood Page #2

What are you doing up?

Just thinking.

You think too much.

What's with you?

I met someone.

Another one?

This one's different.

You're crazy.

What do you know?

You're the stupid little girl.

Your uncle has gotten mixed up

with some pretty bad people.

Goddamn hillbilly crack.

He's got all the local law dogs

on his payroll.

Cut the heads off,

set 'em on fire.

He's a f***ing

drug addict, Hannah.

Your uncle is

gonna rot in prison.

I can't leave.

Don't bite the hand...

They're gonna ship you off

to a foster home somewhere.

Foster home,

foster home, foster home...

Auditions are Thursday, honey.

Oh, no, I'm looking

for my Uncle Frank.

So...

what can I do for you?

Well, you said if I need

something I should come see you.

What do you need?

I need a job.

I give Donny money.

Yeah, I, I don't want

any handouts.

Okay?

I want to earn it on my own.

Sorry.

I don't have anything.

I was thinking...

I could make some deliveries.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Look, no ones gonna

even look twice

at some little girl

riding around town.

Especially the cops.

I swear, you got your mama's

gumption, that's for sure.

How much is this gonna cost me?

Twenty bucks per trip?

Can I trust you?

I'm family.

Go see Donny in the morning,

he'll tell you what to do.

And I'll pay you

ten bucks a trip.

Thanks, Uncle Frank.

Don't let me down, Hannah.

Shut the door.

Where's my f***ing dope?

Where's my f***ing dope?

F*** that!

You understand me?

You don't f*** with my family!

The pawns, poor pawns

are silly swains

which seldom serve

except by hap.

And yet those pawns

can lay their trains

to catch a great man in a trap.

So that I see, sometimes a groom

may not be spared from his room.

Your daddy would never

let you work for the Stinsons.

Well, Daddy's not here.

Hannah.

So what's it worth, anyway?

More than you

and me put together.

How much?

I don't know, 20,000?

Holy sh*t.

Enough questions.

Just deliver the package

and get out of there.

Don't talk to anybody.

Promise?

Promise.

I'm looking for

Mr. Owens.

What do you want?

I got business with him.

Selling Girl Scout cookies?

Are you gonna fetch him or not?

Tell you what, you little sh*t.

How about you

get the hell on outta here

before I put you over my knee?

How about that?

Then how about I tell my Uncle

Frank you just said that to me.

Thanks.

Bill?

Who's asking?

Frank sent me.

Frank's recruiting

kinda young, ain't he?

Look, do you want it or not?

You're a pistol.

You got a problem?

No, Miss.

Good.

Now, just give me my money

so I can get out of here.

Hey.

What you say your name was?

I didn't.

Ain't you the cutest

little thing?

F***er!

Look, I don't care.

I want it now.

Hang on a second.

- What?

- The money.

Please?

Here.

Thanks.

Look, I'm asking you

nice one the last time.

Don't make me ask again.

I sure wouldn't want

to be on your sh*t list.

Eventually everyone ends up

on my sh*t list.

What's the matter?

Huh?

Nothing.

I know that face.

What face?

A man who wants out.

No.

You can tell me.

No, it's...

It's nothing.

What is it?

It's complicated.

My life, it's...

It's complicated.

I can do complicated.

You know what I do?

I don't care.

It don't bother you?

No, I just want you.

The King himself is haughty care

which overlooks all his men.

And when he sees how they fare,

he steps among

them now and then.

For when his foe

presumes to check,

his servants stand

to give the neck.

Hello?

Hannah?

Hannah!

I know you're in there,

I can see your bicycle.

Hey!

Hannah!

Coming!

Hannah!

Hello.

Ain't you supposed

to be working?

Yes, sir.

We're not paying you to just

sit around here at the house.

Yes, sir.

Where's Amber?

She's working.

Well, tell her I stopped by.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

How do I look?

How do you look?

Yeah.

You look f***ing beautiful.

Oh.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Hey, Amber, this here

is Jackson.

He's my right hand man.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

So, this is the lady

I've been hearing about.

I... I guess.

What's up?

I got some business.

I was just about to leave.

- See you later?

- Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

Are you crazy...

She's a Stinson.

So what?

So, Frank will have your head.

I've got it under control.

Do you even know who she is?

Sh*t, that b*tch has seen

more helmets than Hitler.

You don't know

when to quit, do you?

Hey, hey.

Don't touch anything, please.

Why?

I'll tell you why.

Red phosphorous, right there.

Caustic soda.

Benzene.

Phosphine gas.

Highly flammable sh*t.

I mean, you mix them up,

you've got a real sh*t storm

on your hands.

Sh*t storm?

Yeah, one spark and boom.

Like boom?

Like boom!

How do you know that?

I just do.

Where did you learn

about all this stuff?

Well, in my youth...

I was really into

science, you know?

And school.

Till I dropped out.

Guess it wasn't

a total waste, though.

Don't touch anything.

Okay.

What's up?

Not much.

Hand me that wrench, will you?

Torque or socket?

Socket.

Okay.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Looks like

a half-inch to me?

Here.

Thanks.

How come a young girl like you

knows so much

about wrenches, huh?

Oh, uh, my dad used to

like to fix cars,

and I always liked to watch him.

Oh, mechanic huh?

No.

No, he broke more things

than he fixed, I think.

Your daddy know

what you're doing?

No.

No, he's dead.

Yeah, he died a year ago.

Live with your mama then, huh?

Nope, she's dead too.

- Oh.

- Yeah...

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Um...

This.

Right.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Okay.

See you later.

Later.

It's your move.

I'm thinking.

Okay, well, are you

going to think all day?

It's just a game.

No, it's not.

Geez, Hannah, when

did you get so serious?

I don't know.

You never use to be like this.

You used to smile all the time.

I remember when

you were a little baby,

I used to bounce you on my knee,

grinning like an idiot.

Shoot, I could

drop you on the floor,

you'd bounce right back up with

a big old smile on your face.

Couldn't stop you from smiling.

Can't remember

the last time I seen you smile.

Guess I just don't have

a lot to smile about lately.

What about a boyfriend?

Got a boyfriend?

Hmm?

You sound like Amber Dawn.

Just saying.

Girls your age, usually that's

all they think about, is boys.

I'm not most girls.

No, you're not.

You surely are not.

The bishop, he is witty brain,

that chooses

crosses paths to pace.

And ever more he pries with pain

to see who seeks

him most disgrace.

Such stragglers when

he finds astray,

he takes them up

and throws away.

How many?

10, 12.

Sh*t.

That ain't all.

You know Jersey Mike?

Beat to death.

You don't sell bad sh*t

to a speed freak.

What was in it?

Vitamins.

Vitamins?

And you're sure it's

none of our people?

I'm positive.

A dozen, you say?

At least.

So, what do you want?

Compensation.

Bill...

If I start handing

out compensation

to every one of my customers

who has a problem,

when is it gonna end?

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