Chapter 52

The man's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glassy from too much booze. "What's the matter, pretty boy? Cat got your tongue?" He waved the gun carelessly, making Jackson flinch. "Tell you what, if you're so hard up you gotta come bothering me about some chick I may or may not have banged years ago, I can help you out."

Jackson's eyebrows shot up, confusion momentarily replacing his anger.

"Yeah, that's right," the man continued, leaning in close enough that Jackson could smell the whiskey on his breath. "If you ain't got no house or room to fuck your girlfriend, I can set you up real nice. Got a suite in a hotel just down the street. You can bang her brains out all night long, do whatever nasty little thing your heart desires."

He paused, eyeing Jackson with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Or hell, if she ain't enough for ya, I can throw another girl or two. Assuming you got the stamina, of course." He guffawed at his own joke, spittle flying from his lips.