Cocky son of a bitch. “Oh, really?” Ennis gave Jack a cold smile of his own. “Well, this time you’re not. Felon in possession of a firearm, Mr. Twist.” Ennis made a clucking sound with his tongue. “That’s a big no-no. Five years mandatory.”
“It wasn’t my fucking gun,” Jack said, folded his arms behind his head.
“No good,” Ennis countered. “Thought you’d know by now federal judges see right through that one. The gun was in your car when you were arrested. Don’t give a shit whose it really is. You’re on the hook for it, bud.”
“As you can see, Del Mar, I’m shaking in my boots over here.”
Don’t let him get to you, Ennis. It’s what he wants. You’re holding all the cards here. Jack Twist is nothing. Nothing. -- Shades of Grey by midwest_girl/Amy
"The cocky son of a bitch"