"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone.
Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily.
"I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line.
"We're going to fix it oka...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Chapter Playlist
The Weeknd - Wicked Games The Weeknd - Acquainted
Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su Northern Egypt, Africa Following day
From being on construction sites to business meetings, to zoom calls with my lawyers and the rest of the guys my day was jam packed today.
"Listen we can sway this judge, I know his dealings and I think with a reasonable number there'd be no arrest warrant any longer." Harry nods and it sounds promising, but it also needed some work for this deal to go through.
"What are the stipulations there though, can it be instated again? Can they use that time to collect evidence or surveillance us? What are our real freedoms?" I reason.
"I'd still stay out of the way, work on legitimizing. Just because there's no warrant doesn't mean some investigators just drop the case." I look at Ant, Wadz and Boone on the call and they all nod.
"What's the number that ends this?" Ant inquires, and that brings a worried look to Harry's face. Whatever the price, it's light but that didn't mean any number.
"Fifteen million pounds."
"No." Wadz scoffs, and Ant and I begin to laugh. Of course we had the fifteen million pounds, but to give that to...law enforcement? Hmm...nah. Individually we had that and it wouldn't put a dent in anything, but a judge having my money? Laughable.
