Chapter 20: Adrian

The private security car drops me off at the side entrance of our luxury hotel suite. My hands are still shaking so badly I can barely press the button for the penthouse elevator.

Donald’s words from the ride over repeat in my mind like a slap to the face. “Separate yourself from the crime, Adrian. Give me a sacrificial lamb, or go to prison for thirty years.” He gave me exactly thirty minutes to handle my family before he releases the new statement to the press.

I press my key card against the penthouse door and push it open.

The suite is in chaos. Luggage bags are...