Page 74 of Lost the Handle

I swallow thickly as I nod. If the videos are on their phones, I can find them. But when I went through their clouds, I only found photos of them, none of Quinn. I have a feeling it’s on a hard drive or a USB. I could break in to their apartment and find it. It shouldn’t be that hard. Or I can do this the legal way since I’ve been dancing across legal lines all morning. “Work with me, Yvette. Convince her to let him go.”

“I don’t know?—”

“If she wants you, she can have youwiththe money. Her parents will come around. Tell her that,” I stress, holding her gaze. “We’ve both been beyond miserable with this charade. It’s time we get who we want.”

She swallows hard. But by the glint in her eyes, I know I’ve got her.

I just need her to be enough for Ava to let Quinn off the hook.

Before I have to add breaking and entering to the list of things I’d do to get Quinn back.

Now,thatmay go against my moral code.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

Quinn

Owen: Update on last night? Was there a murder?

Evan: Bro.

Shelli: Omg.

Posey: I can sum up the night in the words of the great Shea Adler: Put your hands on my son again, and I’ll pay Emery’s bail.

Owen: NO FUCKING WAY!

Owen: Details!

Owen: I need details!

Shelli: Ava pushed Quinn, and Emery body slammed her to the floor.

Owen: What! Where is my video?

Evan: Jesus, Shell. Our sister is so dramatic. That’s not what happened. Ava did push Quinn, but Emery was very classy as she snatched her by the back of her hair and told her if she did it again, she’d kill her. #SheCanBeClassyWhenSheWants

Posey: This was after Emery looked Ava square in the eye and told her that Ava was his now, but Emery was his future. #BossBitch

Shelli: #IWantToBeEmeryWhenIGrowUp

Owen: That’s it. I need to be traded to the Assassins. I miss all the good stuff.

Posey: True.

Owen: So, what happened? Did our baby brother finally come to his senses?

Shelli: He left with Ava.

Evan: Dad was pissed.

Posey: And no one has heard anything.

Shelli: Our brother is radio silent, and Mom hasn’t heard a thing either.

Owen: So, when are we jumping Ava? At the wedding?

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