Chapter 19: Putting Xavier Lapwood in His Place

Hickton dangled a cigarette from his lips, gave Asher Jauncy a lazy once-over, then flicked his eyes to the painting in Faith Warth's arms. A hooligan's grin tugged at his mouth. "Yo, kid, luck's been treating you well. Hand over the girl." Faith didn't flinch. She stepped forward and shouted, "Who are you people? Blocking folks in broad daylight-what do you want?" Hickton spat out the butt, ground it under his heel with a sharp sizzle, and fixed Asher with a cold smirk. "We just don't like this...