"Shit," he whispered and put his face in his hands after Lola gave him the information she knew. "Lola, I know none of this makes sense to you now. And I probably shouldn't tell you anything, but honestly, you know too much about me already, so what's the point of hiding it?"

He stood up and began to pace the room again. "A Nine did this to my head." He pointed to the injury she had treated hours before. "I, uh, I went into their territory and got one of my guys out from the apartment above the ice cream shop. My guess is not only Jack following you for whatever personal reasons he has, but now your ties with me might escalate things." 

Caleb paused and laced his fingers behind his neck. "I had no idea that Jack was affiliated with him. If I saw that fuckin' tattoo before..." his voice trailed off. There was no point in trying to undo anything now. All he [i]could[/i] do now is attempt to wade through the waters he was responsible for making. 

"I know you wanna go home, but for your safety, even if my boss says you can leave, you might wanna stay [i]at least[/i] with my crew for a little while. At least 'til Jack leaves. The Nines are crazy bastards. They have no qualms with hurting women. Killing them. Especially if they've done something like 'date,'" he used air-quotes, "a rival gang member." 

He sighed and plopped back down on the couch. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what shit I was getting you into when I saw you at the bar."