Book 3: Chapter 9

We both jumped ten feet in the air and practically fell on our bottoms again as we spun to face the doorway.

“What the hell is going on?” Trev growled as he stalked toward me.

I had to fight the urge to run up to him and let him protect me from everything. But I stayed quiet and left it to Bethany to spill the beans. She sighed and slumped her shoulders, but stepped forward, nonetheless.

“It’s all my fault,” Bethany admitted in a defeated tone.

“What do you mean?”

“I Well I um,” she stuttered, obviously unsure of how to start.

“Just spit it out, Bethany,” Trev spit out frustrated.

With that, the flood gates opened, and the story began to spill itself out.

The large amount of money she had inherited from her uncle had actually been the large amount he had stolen from his old employer. A very prominent Columbian drug lord. Bethany had found this out a few weeks ago when the men had approached her and demanded it back. It had been the ‘su