"Aww, come on. No. Let it die, kid. Or you will die." Great, now he was trying to help him. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just let Hartley leave and be done with it. "Look, Rathaway, your parents were killed by a bad man and that man was probably hired by a worse person and that person, hell, they could have been hired by someone even worse. Do yourself a favour and accept it's beyond you. Let it go."
He reached out and grabbed the rich boy's arm, yanking him back. "I'm pretty sure this thing is beyond you. I mean why specifically set up Barry's parents as well. There's more to this. It's dangerous."
"I need to know who did this why, for exactly that reason. You said it yourself. There's something bigger behind it. I'm the head of the Rathaway Foundation now. I need to know what is going on and I need to claim responsibility." Hart looked at Paco's hand, then up at him. "I understand why you don't want to be involved. I'll try to find out through other means. This is important. I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself."
"No, you really can't. You had to pay Barry fifty bucks to get you here and that kid? He doesn't like you. So I'm willing to bet on the way back, he gave your exact location to the other kids. They're going to jump you before you even reach the ground. Not that you have anything left to steal but it looks like you do, flashing that kind of money around." Paco pulled away from him and as he did, he held up Hartley's watch with one hand and his wallet with the other. "You're an easy target and an easy fool. You can't take care of yourself at all. You're going to get your ass kicked. A lot. If you can't handle street kids, you can't handle this."
"I can run fast. Also, I can take a beating, if I have to." He hadn't exactly been sheltered and safe all his life, although he could understand why Paco assumed differently. "I don't want to get you into trouble, you are right. I was selfish to ask."
"You can take a beating. Great. Good plan, I'm sure your hired help will love you coming home like that." Rolling his eyes, Paco grabbed his beanie from the side and pulled it on, just to keep his ears warm and then gestured to the window. "Come on, rich boy, I'm walking you home."
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He reached out and grabbed the rich boy's arm, yanking him back. "I'm pretty sure this thing is beyond you. I mean why specifically set up Barry's parents as well. There's more to this. It's dangerous."
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