AUGUST “Okay, that’s enough,” I stated, pushing Amelia away slowly. “But Jason!” She whined, almost falling flat on her face before I caught her. Why do I have to deal with this guy’s mess? “I’m not Jason.” I huffed, slowly guided her towards the bar, and sat her on a stool. Jason and I didn’t even look alike. “Give her some water please, and help her sober up.” I told the bartender and gave him a tip. “Yes, Mr Wolfe.” I began scanning my eyes around the room for Drea. My brows furrowed. Where did she go? “Where is she?” Jason asked, rushing towards me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Bar.” I sighed, rubbing my temples as he rushed towards his girlfriend or whatever she was to him. I reached for my phone in my pocket and dialed Drea’s number. “Drea. Where are—” “The brakes aren’t working!” She screamed over the phone, her voice sounding terrified. My body stilled as I tried to process her words. Someone had tampered with the car. The car Drea was currently in.
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