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[JIMMY'S POV]

  I walked down the street, hands in my hoodie pockets as I glared at the mansion at the end of the street.

  My good friend, Gavin Toast.

  I felt a large hand land on my shoulder as I stopped and turned to face the person. I froze and my heart rate accelerated. I felt myself grow more and more nervous with every passing second.

"Jimmy Casket..." The man finally spoke as the puzzle all fit together.

  I thought my heart stopped and I felt that I couldn't breathe.

"Robert..." I whispered, hardly managing to squeak those words out due to all the anxiety that was present in my mind.

"So tell me, why'd you move out of New York? Was it your idiot of a friend? Was it me? Or my daughter?" He snarled the last one angrily as I inhaled shaky breaths.

  This man could ruin me.

  And he knew that.

"All of the above..."

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