He presses me against the wall so hard my head knocks against the brick, but his hand cups the back of my head to soften the blow. “Ow!” I mumble, rubbing the spot. “What do you want, asshole?” “I need your help with something. And don’t be dramatic, I made sure to protect your pretty little head.” I roll my eyes. “You need my help? With what?” “Frank Valenti is up to something, and I want to know any information you can get me about this place. If you see or hear anything weird, I need to know.” A knot twists in my stomach and I rip my arm out of his grasp. “How exactly do you expect me to
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