Everyone familiar are Janet's.
"I ..."
"I won't tell you again. Shut. Up. If you disappear, will anyone give a fuck?" I asked.
He stopped talking.
"That's what I thought."
He'll walk away from here, but he won't be alive for much longer after what I'd arranged.
"The woman you're after doesn't believe in cold-blooded murder no matter how justifiable," I informed him, "but she understands crimes of passion. You turning up dead after word spreads that before you were arrested, you cornered and propositioned the woman of a particularly 'territorial' gang leader, Stephanie won't lose any sleep over."
Crux's eyes bugged out as his fate sank in.
"I know everything that happens in Trenton. The blond in the bar that night is currently carrying Javier's second child. Your takeaway lesson is never fuck with a man's family because he will come for you. I'd tell you to say a prayer," I said, turning my head towards Tank and the man standing beside him who'd used scarification to permanently add the words "SATAN SAVES" to his neck, "but you don't have any left."
