Chapter 30 - Facing the Wreckage
Three days later, I found myself sitting in yet another prison visitation room, this time at the state penitentiary where Trevor was serving his twelve-year sentence for burglary and assault. When Trevor walked in, I barely recognized him. The arrogant, entitled golden boy who had pinned me to my kitchen floor was gone. He looked hollow, gaunt, and terrified, flinching at loud noises. When he saw me sitting across from him in my immaculate designer suit, a wave of profound shame and bitter resentment washed over his pale face.
"What do you want?" Trevor muttered, refusing to look me in the eye. "Arthur told me you have the physical decryption key to the Cayman accounts," I said, my voice entirely devoid of emotion. "I need it." Trevor actually laughed—a dry, hacking sound. "You took my freedom, my mother, my sister, and my money. And now you want me to hand over the only insurance policy I have left? Why the hell would I help you?"
I leaned forward, tapping my manicured fingernails against the metal table. "Because Marcus Sterling knows you have it, Trevor. And unlike me, Marcus doesn't use subpoenas. He uses prison gangs. He’s a powerful politician who needs loose ends tied up, and right now, you are the biggest loose end in the state." Trevor’s bravado vanished instantly. The reality of his situation crashed down on him. He was a coward who had always hidden behind his mother, and Eleanor wasn't here to protect him anymore. Panic seized his features. "It's in a private storage unit," Trevor stammered, tears welling in his eyes as he traded his last secret for survival. "Under a fake LLC name Briana used to use for her influencer brand. Just promise me you won't let Marcus get to me." I stood up, smoothing my skirt. "I don't make promises to abusers, Trevor. Sleep with one eye open."
