Trevor POV
“Dad…we need a jet to get home with!” everyone looked at me confused
“Don’t we have a jet?” Owen asked as he looked at me with a ‘duh’ look.
“Well, we do…but no one must know that we are home or we even left this country at all.” And that’s when everyone had an understanding look.
“I will call Jamie and see if he can’t help us out with that one.” my dad answered as he took out his phone.
If I am going to do this…I need to go all in and make sure that every bit of my plan goes accordingly. This Antonio guy had his fan while it lasted but now it’s time I end his little sick game!
I am still not sure of how to end his life but at this very moment, I don’t care as long as he surfer in my very own hands and everyone that has been assisting him. He should have made his home
