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348 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 3, 2022
“I’m coming for you, Leland. I’m naked, so you better look or you’ll miss it,” I call out.This story actually felt like a family reunion, of sorts, as both Leland and Cassel were forced to interact with their evil, manipulative pseudo-"father" and former mentor, Lucas, who was still blessedly behind bars in prison.
My phone buzzes and I pull it out of my pocket to see that I only have five minutes left.
Leland: How DARE you taunt me with your nakedness.
Me: Where are you?
Leland: I’m a whisper in the night. You’ll never find me, you sexy fucker.
“I have arrived!” I announce as I step into the house only to find Cassel laden down with five of my guns, one strapped across his back and Holeinator, one of my favorites, in his hands. “What the absolute fuck is this? Jackson! Jackson, did you already move on? You’re allowing this… this tiny man to raise our children?”
The first time we met, you underestimated my husbandness, and look at us now.” I flash him my ring in case he’s forgotten.
“You shot at me.”
“Flirted.”
“Shot. With a gun.”
“Flirted.”
“You took a gun and shot the gun at me,” Jackson says.
“That’s how you flirt,” I explain. It’s funny how, even after all this time, he still doesn’t understand the fine art of flirting.
Jeremy swings the door open and glowers at Leland. “Go away.”
“We’re Christmas carolers here to deck your halls and check your balls.” Jeremy closes the door in Leland’s face, which honestly, I don’t blame him for.
“I would like to formally introduce Freddy Fallus,” he waves at me which has to be the most disturbing thing I’ve ever been involved in, “and Seymour Shhlong!”
Leland thinks this is hilarious. He loves it. He loves every moment of it. I, on the other hand, am positive that Cassel has been hanging around Leland far too long and is clearly confused. Jeremy looks like he also believes Cassel is suffering from the same fate.
“I’ve always wanted to be a porn star for a day. You know, like a trial period porn star.” Leland looks so thrilled about this that he doesn’t seem to realize yet that there is no fucking way I’m going to join a porn set.
(...)
“Jeremy would do anything for me. If I told him we were joining a porno, he’d be right there front and center,” Cassel declares.
I look over at Jeremy who is busy shaking his head.
“Want a beer?” he asks.
Maybe he pities me.
My Spanish is reserved for things like “I will murder you in your sleep” and “I need more cheese.” “J’ai besoin de plus de fromage!” I yell, which I’m pretty sure is the “I will murder you” one. Not positive. Honestly, it’s been a while, so my Spanish is rusty at best.
(...)
I suddenly remember another one that I think means that he can run but I will hunt him down and pluck his eyeballs from their sockets. “J’adore les chats!”
“What?” he cries. “I don’t understand. Please, why are you doing this?”
Clearly, my threat has shocked him. I don’t blame him. I am pretty good at my threats.
(...)
“Who are you and what do you want? I don’t know what you were saying!” he cries.
“Why? I was speaking Spanish to better communicate my desires with you.”
Now he looks oddly confused. “No… no, you weren’t.”
“Really? Then… what was I speaking?” I ask in confusion.
“Are you going to murder me?” he asks.
“The better question is… if it wasn’t Spanish… then what was it?”
“I don’t know! I only know Spanish and English!”
“Me too…”
“But you don’t!” he says.
“Eh… But I definitely do.”
“I’m fluent in Spanish and that wasn’t Spanish.”
“Maybe you’re not as fluent as you thought you were,” I decide. “Maybe my skills outweigh yours. Ever think of that?”
He says something in Spanish that I one hundred percent don’t understand. “No one likes a showoff, Jorge.”