![]() ![]() “Look at me, Liz.” His voice is quiet, so my eyes automatically go to his. ![]() In Trevor’s universe, he is right, I'm wrong, and there will be no convincing him any different. I know that it’s pointless to argue with him. “You are mine that means that it has everything to do with me.” “Nothing to do with me?” His eyes narrow and I look away. “When Mom gets back from her honeymoon, I will sit her down and talk to her about what’s going on.” “I know,” I whisper, not wanting to deal with this, but knowing that I have to. Not only has he stolen money from you, now he’s playing your mom.” “If your brother shows up in Jamaica, I'm going to beat the shit out of him. “I don’t want her to be stressed about this right before her wedding.” When we get back, I’ll talk to her.” He shakes his head. I understand why you didn’t want to before, but this is getting out of hand.” “He what?” Trevor growls, “You need to tell your mom what’s going on. “He told my mom that he started working undercover for the police.” ![]()
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