Chapter 21 Georgia
Quil sat on the floor next to her, his hands and feet tied with rope and covered in thick, silver tape. He scooted over to Fiona, where she was similarly bound. “You did not return any of my messages.”
“Is now really the time?” Georgia hissed.
“I just needed a little me time. I was always coming home, honey bear,” Fiona said.
“You emptied our accounts.”
“What’s the point of getting away from everything if I’m scrounging for pocket change? I wanted a break from stress, not to be stressed.”
“Will you two shut the f**k up?” Georgia snapped.
“I’m having a private conversation with my husband,” Fiona said, indignant.
“Really? Right now? We’re in peril, Fiona. Peril. This is f*****g perilous.” She lifted her hands and wiggled her fingers, drawing attention to the rough
