"Let me guess. Shaved head, tattoo of a dragon on the side of his face, looks like your typical low rent gangster? Yeah, that guy has been all over Axel since the kid was like fourteen." James didn't even try to hide his disgust as he caught Hartley's hand and gently pulled him towards the couch, pushing him down so he could take a seat. "I was kind of hoping we could pay the bastard off but apparently he really doesn't want Axel doing well. Sounds about right. Around here, doing better is like giving people the middle finger."

Moving into the kitchen, he grabbed the first aid kit and came back, sitting on the coffee table as he looked Hartley over. "I don't blame him for panicking, he's a cruel bastard. You're damn lucky all he did was kick your ass."