Chapter 11: Behind the barsOLIVIA
I couldn't stop praying in my mind while we were in the passenger's seat of this police mobile as it drove its way to the cops station, with one police officer sitting on my left side and Chase on the other side.I could feel the panic eating me up wholly, pulses could not stop from pounding aggressively. No matter how much I tried to think of a better plan in order to escape this unwanted mishap, my smart mind could not seem to make one.
I had to admit that I was being suspicious of Chase right at this point. What if he really owned that bag of illegal substances and would trade in the black market? Was it part of his business to make himself so damn rich?If it was, then all those things I have thought about him— being the kind, responsible and reliable
