The movie continued and showed the antagonist’s perspective. He apparently had a motive for doing what he did, not because he wanted to help the criminals, but to spite Reina for getting his wife killed. He bantered on with his associates, but Jordan couldn’t hear the dialogue very well. He was zoned out to the point he didn’t even realize Mia was asking him a question. He shook his head and stood up straight.
“Uh, yeah? What?” Jordan said.
“I was just gonna ask… Um, well it’s kinda. Never mind,” she said nervously.
“We don’t do ‘never minds’ in this house. Just say it, Mia,” Jordan said patting her on the head.
No one’s done that in years. I feel like a cat on someone’s lap. It feels — nice, Mia thought.
“Well. I know dad dying affected us both…” Mia started to say.
“Again? Mia, you need to…”
“I know you don’t want me bringing it up, okay? It’s not about him. I mean, I know it affected us both. But you left your wife around the same time, too right?”
“Yeah,” Jordan sighed with a wince. He reached over to pick up a glass of water on the table and sip from it. “But. Don’t ask.”
“I’m asking.”
“Mia,” Jordan said, sounding like a parent calling out a child that did something wrong.
“Too late,” she said, readjusting herself in his lap. She turned and shoved her legs between Jordan’s while she sat on his right leg. Her small tank top draped over most of her stomach but left a portion of her bellybutton for him to enjoy. “What happened?”
Jordan made a long, exaggerated sigh, looked at Mia with a lifted eyebrow and ran his hand along his face. He was thinking of a simplified, less adult version to give her. Although, the look in her eyes said You better not lie to me.
“I couldn’t give her what she wanted,” Jordan said.
“You mean, like a family?” Mia asked.
“Pfft, I was the one that wanted a family. She didn’t want kids.”
“Then what?”
“Well,” Jordan continued, adjusting himself in his seat. Mia got closer; almost within snuggling distance. “When your father died, it really took a lot out of me. Hell, I fucking cried for days. Me; a grown-ass man.”
“And you give me lip when I bring it up.”
“Figured one of us had to be the stronger one. But in reality, we’re only human, I suppose. I didn’t eat, go out, or even sleep well for over a week. My wife, she — she didn’t seem to care about it that much. In fact, she didn’t seem to care at all. When I told her about what happened, she just puffed out an ‘Oh, I’m sorry’.”
“That’s horrible…”
“That’s not all. She, uh. During that week I wasn’t able to do anything.”
“What do you mean do anything? What couldn’t you do?”
“Her.”
“You couldn’t do her? What does that even…” Mia asked, but stopped herself once she realized what he meant. Her jaw dropped lightly, severing the tie between her two pretty lips.
“Yeah. I was so depressed at the time I’d either not be in the mood or just — not be able to do anything. And it was only for a week. But apparently, she didn’t see it that way and eventually started fucking her coworkers without even trying to talk to me. And that was that.” Jordan explained, he gave Mia a look that said Are you satisfied now?