*Nigel’s POV*

I stood outside, waiting for George to pick me up from the studio. There was no way I was riding back home with Richard. His last words to me rang in my ear, yet for some reason, the fear of his wife's family being too tied to the mafia didn't faze me. I think some of it had to do with the fact that I knew if they were coming after me, they'd be coming after him too.

We were both equally screwed in the matter.

"Hey! Hey, ...