“And I’m supposed to be happy about this?” I snapped, “Joyous in the knowledge that we can’t just kill the fucker?”
The look of increduality that crossed her face was almost comical, but I have no fucking clue how she thought this conversation was going to go down, especially when she was telling me that I couldn’t touch Sergei.
Shaking her head, she continued, “Yes, but Lauren did no protection on his business dealings.”
I waited for that information to settle.
“So we can still take out his business?” I asked, making sure I understood precisely what she was saying.
“Yes!” she nodded gleefully, “Which means I can do a sour jar on Sergei and shoot his takeover in the ass.”
I had no idea what the fuck a sour jar was, but still I pressed on, filing away that question for later.
“But why would she do that?” I was dumbfounded, “Why would she leave Sergei open for this kind of retaliation?”
Corinne worried her bottom lip again - a sign I had come to associate with her when she was deep in thought.
“That is the question, isn’t it? It’s almost as if she’s waiting for you to take him out financially - ruin all his carefully crafted plans to take over your businesses.”