"Ask him yourself." The answer came out sharper than Nathan had intended. He had been unhappy with this arrangement for a long time, but the longer it went on, the less he liked it. He had come to Gold for a means of escape, and only ended up under the thumb of another controlling, powerful man.
He'd known that for a while, but it had seemed a small thing at first. But Gold kept asking for more and more, his son kept acting out, pushing his luck as far as he could. But of course it wasn't luck. It was Nathan dirtying his hands to make sure Neal Gold's reputation (legally, anyway) stayed clean.
Irritation made him say more than he'd intended. "You should be more careful, kid. I'm not going to be cleaning up after you forever."