You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 37

Kelly was waiting outside when her phone buzzed. She hung up, glanced at the man beside her, and nodded. “Go.”

He opened the car door and got out, but before he could walk away, Kelly’s phone rang again. Whatever she heard made her scowl. “Can’t even handle the simplest job,” she muttered under her breath.

Upstairs, Patricia slid off the bed, pressed a gun to the back of the man's head, and when she heard a knock at the door, she dragged one of them into the bathroom with her.

“They’re coming in. When they do, give them a taste of their own medicine. You understand?” Her eyes were cold and sharp. “Otherwise, I can’t promise you’ll make it out alive.”

The man was drenched in cold sweat. Wasn’t she supposed to be crippled? He’d heard she couldn’t even stand. So how was she standing here, gun in hand, radiating the kind of danger you only saw in war movies?

There was a beep as the door unlocked. The man hiding behind the door sprang out, taking down the first guy who entered. Then he turned to Kelly.

She tried to bolt for the door, but someone grabbed her arm and yanked her back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Do you even know who I am?” she snapped. “I paid you to fix my problem, not to turn on me!”

She barely got the words out before a hand clamped over her mouth. She knew enough to realize that talking too much could get you killed.

She never even got a chance to struggle. Both of them were stripped, dumped naked on the bed, and someone took photos as evidence.

Once it was done, the man turned to Patricia. She was stunning—so beautiful it was almost painful to look at her, but with a cold edge that warned people to keep their distance.

“So what now?” he asked. “What did she want you to do?”

“Call the press,” the man said, voice shaking. “Then, when the reporters show up, her mother-in-law’s supposed to barge in and catch her in bed with another man.”

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