Moving closer he drops his voice. “Please don’t punch me.” He places a hand on my shoulder, turning my back more toward Jackson. “I am definitely going to help you, because Wilder is definitely going to follow you.” He bends closer still. “And me getting close to you like this is proving my point. Based on the look he’s giving me, I’d say that fucker is already planning my death.” He laughs. “And I don’t need your money, but this bill is going to play into the little plan I have.”

