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It hadn't been difficult to find Jackson. Strange, since normally, Louis tried to avoid his ex and in their relationship, he had tried to not locate him too often because his former fiancé had hated this behavior.

He could have done it differently; shoot a few times and then kick the door open. But hey, L'eau Courante was in the mood for some fun.

The door gave in quickly after the small button Louis had placed on it had exploded after only a few beeping sounds. Happy about the tiny explosion, Louis stepped into the room after the metal door had fallen to the ground with a loud sound.

"What an entrance"

The mafia leader looked down to where Jackson was tied to a pipe. It was a small room with only pipes and some rustic looking shelves. The leader was sitting on the ground, legs spread lazily.

"Could have warned me, princess"

"You heard the beeping, no?", Louis answered, crouched down by his ex.

"You know what's funny?", he talked on, eyes looking at where he freed his ex. The latter avoided his gaze at all costs. And Louis knew him well enough to assume why.

"Once again, I saved your life by locating you"

"Shut it", Jackson mumbled, wasn't amused to be saved by Louis, who grinned satisfied, when his arms were free.

"You're welcome, asshole. Any live-threatening injuries?"

"Don't think so"

With a sound, Jackson rubbed over his wrists, quickly began to stand up before Louis would get the stupid idea to ask if he needed help. He groaned while doing so. The smaller stood up as well, blue eyes mustering him briefly.

"You look like shit", was what Jackson's pretty ex said then, now that he was focusing on his appearance. He had several bruises on his face, a blue eye, burst lip and while he talked, Louis could see that his mouth seemed to be bloody as well. Given to his body language, one could assume that he had injuries not only on his face.

"What happened?"

"Dunno", Jackson answered, spit on the ground to his right. Louis' eyes followed it, saw that it was bloody spit. His hip crooked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Now that he knew Jackson wasn't in danger anymore, he was kind of smug.

"Eight legs?"

"I'd rather have a fight with Snake instead", Jackson hissed, hands creating fists and his hurt arms tensed, driven by his aggression. His voice was full of anger and the want to take revenge just by the thought of the blue and black haired woman with a Scorpion tattooed on her muscular arms.

Louis chuckled. So Scorpion had whipped Jackson's ass? Not bad. But he also hated her with everything he had given to his experiences with her; she had tried to kill Harry two times and had caused him pain twice.

"I didn't kill her", he informed his ex, eyes saving the picture of a beaten up Jackson to remember it for when he was provoking the smaller in the future.

"Good", was all Jackson said, began to walk past him to the exit.

"Therefore I can do that"

Louis pursed his lips, turned around to follow him. It had been a while since he had seen Jackson this aggressively planning to kill someone as right now.