Chapter 5 - The Ultimatum
Friday afternoon. The deadline for Chloe's payment.
She received a text: Bring the cash to the old club at 5 PM. Come alone. Or the video goes viral.
Chloe was hyperventilating in the living room. I put my hands on her shoulders. "You aren't going anywhere. Lock the doors. I'll be back soon."
When I arrived at the country club, I didn't sneak around the back. I kicked the front door open so hard the wood splintered off the hinges.
Trent and his three friends jumped up from the leather sofas, dropping their drinks. When Trent saw it was me, his initial shock morphed into a smug, arrogant smirk.
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"Mr. Pendelton," Trent sneered, crossing his arms. "I guess Chloe didn't have the guts to come herself. You bring my money?"
"I didn't bring a damn thing," I said, walking slowly down the stairs. "Except a warning."
