“What’s not fair, Nettie, is you making me choose, because that’s exactly what I’ll have to do.” He scoffs and runs a hand over his hair. “I’ve been working for Chase since I was your age. Hell, younger than you, probably. And I’ve always been loyal to him; always followed his orders. I just…” He closes his eyes and exhales heavily. “You’re making me choose,” he says again – quietly – then looks at me. “And Christ damn me, but I’m going to have to pick you. I’ll always fucking pick you over Chase.”
