“Empty it.” I snap, my voice carrying alongside the clip of her heels as she exits the house, her smug, saccharine smile playing behind my eyes. “Sorry?” One of the guys says, which one I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care. “Empty it. Empty her bank account. Now.” “Kai,” Sebastian hesitates, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
I agree. She’ll defiantly murder you.
