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Chapter 63 - Jack x Race

- Chapter 63 - "Your Boyfriend." -
Warnings: Snyder, Pulitzer, betrayal, injuries, abuse, threats
Canon Era
Third Person POV

Jack stares at the man ahead of him.

He hated him with a burning passion.

No, he despised him.

So, glares would be a better word.

Jack glares at the man ahead of him. "There ain't a person in this room who don't know you stink." He snarls, backing up, but only slightly as he knew the Delanceys were still behind him.

"And if they know me, they know I don't care." Pulitzer responds. "Mark my words, boy. Defy me, and I will have you and every one of your friends locked up in the Refuge." He threatens.

Snyder's smirk only grew at this.

Jack almost gasped audibly at the threat, knowing how much all of his brothers hated the Refuge.

"Now," Pulitzer starts again.

I wish you would just shut your terrible mouth.

Your horrible, ugly, fat, annoying-

"I know that you are Mr. Touch Guy." Pulitzer starts, smirking as well. "But it's not right to condemn that crippled boy to conditions like that." His voice was full of fake sympathy.

('I didn't know it was this bad' huh, Pulitzer?
It's a one-shot, Jack. That was a different one-shot.
*to Davey* what's a one-shot?)

Jack clenches his fists to stop himself from lashing out at Pulitzer.

He could feel Katherine's pitiful eyes on him, but he avoided them at all costs.

She was the reason he was in this mess.

"And what about your pal- uh- Davey!- and his little brother," Pulitzer fakes sympathy again. "Ripped from their loving family. Would they ever be able to thank you enough?" Jack hated the venom in his voice. "And Race-"

Jack's head shot up at that name.

Pulitzer smirks at his reaction. "Antonio, I think you said it was," he spared Katherine a side-glance. "Your boyfriend." His face scrunches up in disgust. "I heard from Mr. Snyder that he's already been to the Refuge." He comments. "How would he react going back-"

"Don't you talk about him." Jack almost growls, his glare strong as he stares Pulitzer in the eyes.

Pulitzer, smirking: Time's running out, kid
So what do you say?
Cowboy or convict
I win either way

Jack hated the smirk on his face and the tone of his voice that made it sound like he'd already won.

But he knew that he probably had already won.

Your abject surrender
Was always the bottom line

"Gentlemen," Pulitzer turns to face the Delanceys. "Escort our guest to the cellar so he might reflect in solitude." He states.