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“Everyone has been real supportive of Vanessa,” Dolly said, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, what’s the buzz about Sverre?”

She took a shuddering breath. “Well, there’s calls for him to be put down and PETA is up in arms about it.”

“Good, good.”

“What?” she said, her voice sharpening.

“All publicity is good publicity,” he said.

“Not really.”

Jackson didn’t like being contradicted, but Debbi’s mouth was taking the edge off things. He sipped his whiskey, still wishing Dolly was there in person. She had a rack like her namesake, and he would have loved a closer look. Unfortunately, her camera was viewing from the neck up as well.

“Sverre’s tests have come back and he’s clean. Your sister can confirm that,” he said.

Dolly snorted. “No, she can’t. She’s been taken off the testing.”

“What?” Jackson barked, shifting in his chair as Debbi increased pace. He yanked back on her hair. “Why?”

“It’s because she has a relationship with Shane Calland,” Dolly said reluctantly.

No shit. That was why he wanted her reviewing the test results. She wouldn’t want to get her new boyfriend in trouble. “Who’s fucking decision was that?”

“I don’t know. I guess her boss.”

Maybe having Reba Keller away from the testing was good for this week. An idea came to him suddenly. It was brilliant. He was brilliant.

“Well, that’s bullshit. You tell your sister that she’ll be back doing the testing soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

Dolly blinked. “Thank you. I really appreciate that, sir.”

He liked being called sir and he forced Debbi’s head down until she gagged. Yeah, that was it. He took a shuddering breath. “No problem. You can do something for me now.”

“Anything.”

Oh yeah, he really liked the sound of that.

“I need you to arrange a special event for Odessa.”

Dolly nodded. “You got it. What did you have in mind?”

“We’re going to put your sister LeAnn on Sverre.”

“What?” Dolly snapped.

“I want you to bill it as Killer on a killer.” Jackson moved his hand across the camera as if he was reading it on a marquee.

“That’s really in poor taste,” she said.

“I didn’t ask your opinion,” he said sourly. Dolly was killing his buzz. He drank a few swallows of whiskey to get his groove back. “Get it done. I want people talking about this. Good or bad. I don’t care.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Hey, when I want to know your opinion, I’ll give it to you. Get it done.” He hung up on her. Yeah, Reba Keller might have second thoughts about putting her baby sister on a bull that was full of rage-producing steroids. This would work out better if she was out of the testing altogether for Odessa. Once Sverre took out LeAnn, Jackson would demand the bull be put down. Then, he’d put Reba back in charge of covering for her fuck buddy.

He let Debbie suck him off until he came down her throat while he thought about all the money he was about to make.