Nell shook his head. "No, I don't want you to stop visiting. I'm already in danger anyway. Harry's got this...feud with another pimp, and I keep getting caught in the middle of it." He smiled at the man, running his hand through his hair. He knew he shouldn't invite more trouble, but the Russian man didn't worry him half as much as Slater. Slater had killed one of Harry's boys before after all.
Nell wrapped his arms around Demetri, leaning against him. "I'm so sorry, Demetri."