“I can’t blame her. Had the tables been turned, I would have picked her, too. That’s how fucking deep I am in this shit, man.” He snorts. “I’m still going with her when she leaves. What are you and Jack going to do, kick me out? Burn the Jackal mark off my neck and back? Good fucking luck trying to find someone else to do what I do.” He pauses. “And another thing—”
