He sighed, sitting back and looking at their hands, their joined fingers. "Yeah, I paid it. And no, not the first time. Just the wrong type of men. That's what screwed me over. I paid and then they started spreading shit that I hadn't paid and they'd have my arse if I didn't. Problem is then, others won't help because they think you're a deadbeat."

Even as he spoke, anger riled up in his tones, rumbling through him. "So they screwed me into a corner thinking they could get me to work for them. Except this job came along." Which explained why he leapt at coming along.