Page 92 of Jackass

“And what if he wasn’t? What if Jingles hadn’t been there?”

“Johnny was there.”

I spun around on my president.

“Johnny is a fucking prospect!” I bellowed.

The door opened immediately, and a nurse walked in. “Gentlemen, I will need you to keep it down or I will have you removed.” The nurse looked around at the room at us. “Oh, hi, Sheriff.”

“Hi, Sally.”

“This isn’t the fucking love connection,” I snarked.

Sally, the nurse, walked up and stood toe to toe with me.

I looked down at her five-foot two-inch frame and scoffed.

“I spend my days lifting men like you off beds and I carry needles in my pocket. You either quiet down or I will jam a needle so far up your ass, it will take you a week to find it. Got it?”

The nurse glared at me, waiting for my answer.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Nurse Sally turned to walk out of the room, muttering.

The only part we understood was‘jackass’.

“Hey, Jack, I didn’t know you knew Nurse Sally,” the sheriff said with a huge grin.

I showed him exactly which finger he could shove up his own ass.

“Jack,” Sammy said. “Maybe you should wait outside.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Jack, you have no control over your anger. Like, at all. I can’t do this if you are going to blow up after every few words.”

“Jack will not say another word, will you, Jack?” King glared at me. I recognized that for what it was—a command from my president.

I sat my ass in the chair and kept my mouth shut.

“Go ahead, honey.” I glared at Jingles. He just grinned at me. Fucker thought he could get away with calling my woman honey because I couldn’t open my mouth.

He’d learn.

“Jingles and I were sitting at the bar. He stepped outside to answer a call and a guy sat down next to me. His name was Greg. He was average. Average build, average looks. Looked like he had money.”

Sammy looked at me with something akin to guilt.

“I told him I was married.”

Ah, that was it.

“He gave me a line about my husband letting me out alone. I saw Johnny watching us. He may be just a prospect, but that kidis dangerous, if his glare is any indication.”

I smiled, listening to her talk about Johnny. She didn’t know just how dangerous that kid could be.

“I told Johnny I was fine, and Greg got the picture. He was the only one that approached me. He couldn’t have dropped anything in my drink, not with Johnny watching us like he was.”