“Don’t hurt them, please. They didn’t do anything bad enough to be hurt. I’m sure jail time will change them. They’re just regular people.”
Laying a hand on Nick’s shoulder, Raleigh smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but a sick, twisted one. “I’d never do that, Nick. You worry too much.” He looked beyond Nick to Jah’lar and the two guards accompanying them. “Get them out of here. And anyone tells Witze or Clarke about our young Nick here deals with me.”
No one other than Jah’lar would look at Raleigh directly. They were halfway down the walk and to the carriage when gunshots made Nick cringe. In the next instant, Jah’lar’s fingers curled around his neck and brushed through the ends of his hair.
By the time they were settled in the carriage, Nick was well into living his reward.
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