Chapter 401 What Did He Threaten You With?


    Mom probably never imagined I would actually kneel like that. The shock sent a wave of emotion


    through her, making her chest rise and fall as she struggled to keep her bnce. Thankfully, Alice


    was there to steady her. "Aunt Deb, please, take it easy."


    She stared at me, speechless for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she managed to say, "Alright,


    Yvette. You''ve made your point."


    With that, she shoved me aside and, without a backward nce, let Alice lead her away.


    Watching them go, my throat burned with unshed tears and my head spun. For a few seconds, I


    could hardly breathe.


    I knew I had upset my mother badly, but I had no choice. Once Lucas took me away from Lake City,


    I would not be as lucky as I was five years ago to ever return.


    Maybe it is better this way. At least in my mother''s eyes, I was doing this because I wanted to and


    because it made me happy.


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    I took a deep breath, pulling my gaze away from the window and plopped back into my seat. Idris


    had been watching me the whole time, his eyes practically glued to me.


    Despite being aware of his stare, I felt it tracking my every move.


    Gathering my thoughts, I met his intense look. Our eyes locked, and I blurted out, trying to change


    the subject, "We still need to pick up our divorce papers. Let''s swing by the local officeter and get


    them, okay?"


    He stayed quiet, just gazing at me with those piercing eyes that seemed to want to drill right into my


    soul. His silence and that fiery stare made my heart race. I could not figure out what he was


    thinking, and it freaked me out.


    "What''s he holding over you?"


    That question hit me like a punch to the gut, and I nearly lost it. I managed to keep it together and


    looked back at him, ying dumb, "Holding over me? What are you talking about?"


    His dark eyes were locked on mine, trying to peel back myyers, his voice deep and certain,


    "Yvette, you can fool the whole world, but not me. Charlie and Lucas, they''re the same guy. We


    don''t need proof. Officer Jackson''s death is proof enough. You wouldn''t just go with him. Spill it.


    What''s he got on you?"


    He took my hand, and the warmth, so familiar, made my mind go nk for a second. For those few


    seconds, I wanted to spill all my secrets to him. However, I hesitated.


    Should I tell him that Lucas was ckmailing me with his future, his life, and the lives of my family


    and friends? What then? He might be willing to throw away his future, but I could not with disgrace


    and lives on the line. If the scandal from ten years ago resurfaced, he and the Youngs would be


    done for good.


    I could not risk it with my mom''s and my loved ones'' safety on the line. Besides, all I had to do was


    go back to that hellhole from five years ago. What is so scary about that?


    Besides, tagging along with Lucas to the border might just give me the chance I have been waiting


    for. Stick close to him, and sooner orter, I might get my shot to take him down. If luck is on my


    side, I might even make it out alive or find my way back home.


    The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a risk worth taking. I unwrapped his fingers


    from mine, met his gaze, and said, "Idris, he''s not Lucas. He''s Charlie. Why would I not go with


    him? You''re forgetting something. He''s been by my side through thick and thin in the wilds of Lorrell,


    brought me flowers, given me gifts, and shown me nothing but kindness. Remember how you said


    you would be happy for me if I chose him in the end? Well, I''ve thought it over, and he''s the one.


    You should be happy for me, right?"


    He looked at me, those deep eyes of his casting shadows in the silence that hung heavy around us.


    It felt like forever before he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble of restraint, "So, was everything


    you said at Grace Cathedral just a lie? You promised you would stick with me no matter what."


    A bitter taste rose in my throat, and for a second, I almost let the tears fall. Crying is not my style,


    however. I took a stealthy breath, pushed down the bitterness, and gave him a cool smile. "Why


    would you take everything so seriously? I only said those things tofort you that day. It was just


    a bunch of words, after all."