Chapter 115

I guess my face is a mess of tear-stained makeup, and my hair has probably seen better days after my hood got tugged down in the struggle. I think I probably look a little homeless, much like Camilla’s ‘on the run’ get-up, despite this dress being couture and costing more than every outfit here.

“No, but my family does. I need to make a call. It’s pocket change to them.” I strain against the biting grip on my neck as he regards me silently for a long agonizing moment. My heart is pounding in my rib cage so hard I can feel the pulse in every part of my body.

“One call, and you can get fifty grand here?” He’s sneering at me and raises eyebrows at the driver, who seems to chuckle; so far, he has never turned our way, but I see his eyes in the rear-view, trained on me. Camilla whimpers something about Huntsbergers, and he strains to hear.

“What did you say?” He barks at her.

“Her family are rich… Huntsbergers… They’re billionaires in the Hamptons.” She blurts des