The Ultimatum

NOLAN'S POV

“You have seventy-two hours,” she said smoothly. “Figure it out. Sell something. Borrow it. Beg your daddy. I don’t care.”

“And if I don’t?” I asked, my voice barely holding together.

Her voice dropped, soft and lethal. “Then the world gets a front-row seat to who you really are. And don’t worry, I’ll call for more money later. This is just your down payment.”

My chest felt like it was