Mikayla POV
“He’s what?”
The blood drained from my face. Cait’s words sounded foreign to me. They were impossible for my mind to process. Footsteps moved toward me from behind, sending an icy chill racing down my spine. I spun around, relief flooding my body when I saw Oli walking into the kitchen. Cait handed him a glass. I looked down at mine and drained it quickly, hoping the vodka might dull the fear clawing its talons around my heart.
“We only just found out. With his brother’s death and the hit out on him, he thinks that by selling his story, it will protect him.” Oli’s voice was steady, but it only made my stomach twist tighter. He passed me his drink, and I lifted it to my lips, taking a smaller sip this time. The ice cubes clinked against the glass before I set it back down on
