Chapter 33 The Threat

Han's Pov

I met up with him today. His face was marked by a deep, ugly scar that made him look even more menacing. He wasted no time getting to the point.

"If you want me to carry out what you asked, I need the money," he said, his voice cold and demanding.

I felt a surge of panic. "I don’t have any money right now," I replied, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered.

Without warning, his hand shot out and gripped my throat, cutting off my air. "Listen here," he snarled, tightening his hold, "if you don’t give me that money within the next three days, I’ll tell everyone how you killed your stepsister."

Fear coursed through me, but anger flared up as well. I tried to push him away, gasping out, "Is it just me who killed her? We both did it! Don’t try to put all the blame on me!"

He smirked, his grip still painfully tight around my neck. "You always think you’re so smart, don’t you? But here’s the thing—you’re not like me. I’ve been to prison before. I know how to get in