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“After two weeks of doin’ nothin’ but holdin’ your dick in your hand – and a very nice dick it is,” she said, with another flirtatious look at his crotch (which got me pissed again), “you’re gonna suddenly waltz in and blow shit up? It’s desperate, and it ain’t the sorta thing you do. You always liked pussyfootin’ around and bein’ all legal ‘n shit. Blowin’ up a meth lab makes it look like you want Lou to come after you, like you’re settin’ a trap. No, we need to make him mad enough to hit you first. Then blowin’ up the meth lab looks like revenge… which means he has to do a major drug deal to get enough money to build a new one. And if he knows you’re still out there gunnin’ for him, he’ll need Peters to provide protection. And then maybe, just maybe, we can get Lou, the Santa Muertes, and the cops all in one big shebang.”
“How do we make him mad?” Jack asked.
“Oh, trust me, I can handle that part,” she said smugly.
“How?”
“You just let me worry about that. You worry about stayin’ alive.”
“Can you get me something to blow up the meth lab?”
“Already ahead of you, hon. You’ll get it in the next 24 hours.”
“Alright.” Jack paused, then gave his ex-wife a grim smile. “Thanks, Sloane. I owe you.”
“And don’t you forget it. Come on, bring it on in,” she said, and held out her arms wide. “Hug it out, bitch.”
Jack sighed and hugged her. She took the opportunity to smush her fake tits against him and grab his ass.
I felt like I was about to go nuclear.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Jack said, breaking out of her embrace.
“God damn I miss you sometimes,” she sighed. “You are one fine hunk of man-meat.”
“Yeah, well, just remember the other things about me you didn’t like.”
“Oh, I remember, alright. Stupid, stubborn, stuck-up, wantin’ to be poor all the rest of your life just so you could say you were legit – ”
“Yeah, okay, that’s enough,” Jack said.
“ – stick up your ass, short-sighted, lost your balls somewhere along the way – ”
“I got it,” Jack snapped.
She sighed again theatrically. “But what I wouldn’t give for another crack at that cock. Hint, hint.”
“No thanks.”
“Fine. Whatever,” she pouted playfully, then gave him a wink. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
“Yeah,” he said, with no interest in his voice whatsoever. “Let me know when Lou goes on the warpath.”
“I will. Expect somethin’ in the next 24 hours.”
“Okay.”
“Jack?”
“What.”
For the first time since we’d walked in the door, Sloane looked one hundred percent sincere – and a little scared. “Be careful.”
He was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. “I will.”
Then, at the turn of a dime, she was back to the same old Sloane. “Speakin’ of which, don’t forget your guns,” she said in an Ellie May Clampet voice. “And don’t blow your dick off. I wanna use it again one day.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Jack said as he picked up his pistol headed for the door. I did the same and followed behind him.
