Involving the FBI

/Penelope’s POV/

“Stop that research, or your husband will die, X.” My phone vibrated on the table, and I looked at the strange number while reading it out, oops, he now has the ball to message me.

“Fuck, this text was sent from a burner phone, he will know better than to text me with a normal phone,” I concluded, before pulling my laptop out, trying is better than not doing anything, I looked at the number while my fingers flexed on the keys, but to no avail.

“What are you stressing yourself on? You look like you will pass out soon, in a better way to put it, you look like shit.” Bella commented, I raised my eyes from the laptop, I could picture my face right now, frustration clouding my face, I managed to slip a tired smile to my face before replying to her.

“Isn’t that a beautiful comment from my dear sister-in-law? Thank you very much, you’re the best in the world.” I replied, sarcasm dripping in my tone, the bed dipped as a whip of mahogany strands hit me in the face, and my eyes