The plot thickens...

Rachael walks angrily downstairs towards the hooded figure Alexa had seen earlier. Sitting beside him she sys, “I did what you asked... I listened in and heard their names. It’s them alright, the prince and his sister Alexa... they are still up there.”

With a deep Mediterranean accent, the man snarls, “Good… but what took you so long you little wench... you didn't warn them did you?”

Rachael scoffs and replies, “I caught them fucking each other and they heard me. So I joined in as to calm any suspicions they had.”

Amused with her answer, the man replies, “Mmmm good girl…” Reaching into his pocket, he places a few coins on the table and said, “Well as agreed… here’s your payment you little slut...”

As she counts the coins she shakes her head and says, “That’s not enough… we agreed 8 pieces and the prince spilled his seed in me.... What if I get pregnant?”

Growing angry the man replies, “You being stupid is not my concern… besides I’m sure it won’t be the first bastard you’ve had…”

As Rachael raises her hand to slap him she is shocked to see the man catch her wrist with a shiny hook, slamming her hand down onto the table. As he leans into the light she looks over his scarred face.... The combination of his olive skin and piercing brown eyes frightens her. “Try that again and you will join your little friends upstairs... You best run along… blood is gonna be spilt tonight...” Looking over her body he continues, “...and it would be a shame if some of it was yours.”

As Rachael backs away into the crowd, the man stands up and walks towards the stairs. Seething with anger, he feels more than ready to exact his **** on the man who took his hand.