Killing him

KING ARLO'S POV

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" Jamal snorted, stopping at the doorway, and shielding Zach from my view with his body.

"I'm not here for you –"

"You shouldn't be here at all." Jamal countered. Above his shoulder blades, I could see Zach's face. The dude seemed agitated. Was it because of the pending arrest or was it guilt?

"Why not? I don't see any sign that restricts me from coming here." I retorted calmly.

Engaging in verbal wars with Jamal was insulting, to say the least. He was young and stupid. It'd be a brutal blow to my ego if someone caught me exchanging words with him.

"I thought you knew better. Didn't know you needed a sign. I'll be sure to put up one today. But for now, get the hell out."

"Not without your friend," I gestured at Zach, and in reply, he stepped away from hiding behind Jamal. Now I got to take a good look at him, but damn, he reeked of guilt and alcohol.

"What do you want from me?" Zach asked, with a slight tremor in his voice.