Connor POV Continued
My body tenses up slightly as I process his words. “Who’s going to be over it?”
“Fat Tony. Shouldn’t be any deaths with him over it. You know he always cuts it off before then. He doesn’t want the mess that comes with the death matches.”
I nod in agreeance. “I’m in. Text me the time. I’m going to the skate park before I have to work.”
“I’ll never understand why you waste your time working there.”
“I’d be surprised if you did. Do you need me to stick around and help with getting rid of everything?”
“I got it,” he answers, waving me away.
I nod and walk to the door but stop and turn my head back to look at him when my hand rests on the handle.
“Thanks for your help while I was gone,” I tell him sincerely, more grateful than I would ever put into words for him doing all of this for me.