Remember Me Part 4

Mal’s eyes widened as he looked over at the intruder, blinking in surprise and confusion to see a petite redhead whose plentiful curves still left him wondering to this day whether the Lord had a dark sense of humor about him since said package of feminine abundance was holding what he thought for a moment was his own pistol at his chest. The seductress once known as “Saffron Reynolds” smirked faintly as she registered the look of shock on her erstwhile husband’s face, lowering the hammer on the gun before resting the large weapon against her shoulder lightly.

“You’re getting sloppy, Malcolm. It was far too easy to get this close to you and your crew.”

Saffron grinned coldly as she reached over to dust off Mal’s shirt collar before fixing it for him, clicking her teeth in mock chastisement as she shook her head.

“Even your little crazy girl is more observant than you are, dear. She saw the trap I’d set out, and it wasn’t even well hidden! Really, I had expected more of you, but I suppose I’ve learned my lesson about making such an assumption.”

The auburn-haired con artist sighed and shook her head again, as if she was dealing with a mischievous but dim child. That act was quickly brought to an end as Saffron shifted her gun back to being cocked and aimed at Mal’s chest again with a move that would have impressed Jayne as Zoë moved to step forward.

“Don’t. Please believe me when I say I have no qualms about giving your captain’s innards a brand new skylight.”

Zoë gritted her teeth but stayed put, fighting to avoid noticeably palming the modified stock of her Mare’s Leg.

“What do you want, you jian hu?”

Mal growled his query through gritted teeth at the armed woman, causing Saffron’s eyes to narrow at the insult but refraining from actually doing something like striking the man.

“Be nice, Malcolm. Is that any way to talk to an old friend?”

“Old friend?!? Jian ta de gui! What do ya want…Saffron?

The redhead smiled pleasantly at Mal, the slur again ign