“You big meany,” the little girl with pigtails said as she stuck her tongue out. “You should stop right now.” Her rosy cheeks matched the pink in her jumper. “If Gargantua shows up, you’ll be sorry.” She leaned forward waggling a finger with her other fist on her hip.
“Hahaha. Little one, you should worry about yourself.” The hulking figure of Brute approached the little girl, a feral smile on his lips. “Gargantua isn’t here to protect anyone.” Taking in the crowd of cowering people, Brute bellowed, “You know the drill. Cash. On the table. Now.”
Several people moved to comply.
Brute stormed into the Golden Stork Casino ten minutes earlier. After he had knocked out the three armed security guards, Brute smashed open their money cart and dumped it over. With a thundering bellow, he collapsed a pillar after he saw the cart was empty.
Now, he was going to rob the patrons to make up for his loss. He knew better than to tangle with the vaults. They were triple protected and beyond his ability to break open.
“Gargantua!” The little girl screamed.
Brute jerked back to face her. “Stop that.”
“Why,” the little girl asked. “Are you afraid she will hear it? If she does she might show up.”
“She’s tall and strong,” Brute snorted. “She won’t hear you. Besides, she would never be in a place like this.”
Brute looked around. Several people stopped moving to place their money on the table. Looking left, then right, Brute added to the shout. “GARGANTUA!”
He waited again.
“See. Nothing.” Brute let out a belly laugh that rattled the nearby glass.
Seeing that he was right, the patrons began to pile their money on the table again.
The little girl let out a humph and stomped over to Brute.
“Ohhh…You are so cute when you’re mad.” He reached down and patted the three foot tall girl on her head.
She kicked him in the shin. Brute didn’t even flinch.
“Look, kid. I don’t really want to hurt you. You’re feisty, and I like that.” Brute kneeled down and placed a card-table sized hand on her shoulder. Her knees flexed, but she remained upright. “But if you don’t stop bothering me, I’m gonna have to spank you.”
A collective gasp escaped several people, and some moved to grab the child. A glare from Brute froze them all in their tracks.
“You wouldn’t.” The little girl screwed up her face and narrowed her eyes.
“Yes, I would.” Brute’s shoulder jumped, and the girl flew several yards. Her limp body collided with the wooden teller booth. Her small form cratered the wall, bringing the marble counter on top of her.
Brute’s face flattened and his eyes narrowed. Standing up in a smooth motion, he shouted. “Anyone else?” Several people visibly shook, and a few had wet spots on their pants. “I didn’t think so.”
Brute moved to the table where all the cash laid in a flat pile. He raked it into a large bag he carried.
The rubble of the teller bank shifted and a grumble came through the dust and splintered wood.
“You forgot about me.”
The voice was loud and low, but no mistaking the feminine edge it carried.
As the debris shifted and fell to the side, a statuesque woman, replete with mask stood in the wake of the destruction. Her head brushed the cathedral ceiling as she extended to her full height.
“Brute. I gave you a chance. Now it’s my turn.” With strides the length of banquet tables, she cleared the distance to the muscle bound thug. Her oven sized hands encased Brute, pinning his arms to his sides.
“But…but…but…The little girl.” Brute’s mouth moved and his eyes opened to the size of dinner plates.
Gargantua smirked and shook her head. The swaying pig tails caught his attention.
Gargantua twitched her wrist, making Brute’s teeth click. “You kiss your mother with that potty mouth?”