Walking back into the elevator to Baxter’s apartment, both of us holding tightly onto my new bags of clothes, it was a different kind of silence to the one we left in. With yesterday after the death of that Jefferson man, it of course affected me, I’d never seen anyone die in real life before and to lay there and have a front row seat, it was absolutely terrifying. But somehow, I had moved past it, I knew Baxter only did such a thing to protect me after Jefferson came onto me and after I backed away from him, hit me around the face, I could somewhat accept it. Now to have Baxter blatantly say that he has so many people who want him dead due to his line of work that I knew nothing about, I was left to stare at the situation I had ultimately, found myself in, in a different light. Was I doing the right and safe thing staying with him? Walking through the front door to his apartment, the same men that seem to always be here sat around the kitchen island, eating what appeared to be ta
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