I tagged him in the shoulder with a knuckle. “Well, you do eat at Taco Bell a lot…”
He chuffed a reluctant laugh.
“Look. I'm sorry. Thank you for being such a useful burro.” I flashed my #1 Mr. Motherfucker smile. “You feel appreciated now?”
He grunted, f**k you.
“Good. Now that you've vented your inner drama queen, let's talk about the job.”
He put hands on waist and grunted, Fine.
“So did you get what I asked for?”
He showed me a look I could only describe as diabolical. “Oh yeah.” He grimaced. “You sure you don't want anything with more kick? Give me a few days and I can score some real fireworks.”
“Nah. We don't have a few days.” We turned with silent consent, walked the sidewalk to the front door. Went inside. “Did Anh Long get us more men?”
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