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Kade just stared back at me emotionlessly.
“Not for the things you want him to do,” Jack said. Then he sighed. “Look, I’ll explain to her that she needs to come clean with me, that she’s not in any danger, and that we already know what she did. If she’s in trouble, I’ll tell her we’ll protect her.”
“Oh, we’ll protect her,” I muttered sarcastically.
With Jack as our president, the Midnight Riders hadn’t just lost our balls – our whole dick had fallen off.
“You’ll see – she’ll talk to me,” Jack said confidently. “She trusts me.”
It was like trying to reason with Benjy. Jesus.
“Maybe you should take her some drugs,” I said, thinking out loud. “Soften her up.”
Jack looked like even the suggestion offended him. “No. Absolutely not.”
“She’s an addict.”
“She doesn’t want to be.”
I groaned. “All I’m sayin’ is, give her a little nose candy and she’ll be a lot more talkative.”
He shook his head. “If I make her feel safe, she’ll tell me the truth.”
This whole boy scout act disgusted the ever-loving shit out of me.
“Maybe you should use that famous cock of yours on her, too,” I sneered. “Might get a little more out of her if you bang her brains out first.”
Jack looked at me in disgust. “It’s not that kind of a relationship.”
“Maybe you should make it that kind of a relationship. She’d probably tell you everything if you were plowing her.”
“No.”
“Why not? You gone gay on me, Miss Priss?”
“Fuck you. She’s into drugs. She’s trouble.”
“That’s kind of my entire fuckin’ point, Jack.”
He shook his head. “She’s into drugs because, deep down, she’s fragile.”
“I don’t know how hard you fuck your bitches, Jack, but I’m pretty sure she won’t break.”
Jack fixed me with a death glare. “Lou? I’ll handle it.”
“Right. You’re going to nicely ask a traitor, drug addict bitch to – ”
“Lou? DROP it.”
I sat there, enraged, and wished I had a double-barreled shotgun on me. Life in prison would be a bargain for killing this stupid motherfucker and his useless pet gorilla.
But I kept my mouth shut and walked out instead.
As I left, snatches of our conversation kept echoing in my head:
It’s not that kind of a relationship.
Maybe you should MAKE it that kind of a relationship.
