Chapter 52 Mr. Holton, What Are You Doing Here?

Besides, Damien had said it was just for a few drinks. Nothing would actually happen to Emily. That thought was enough to ease Cole's mind. "Alright. You've got a deal," he said. Damien chuckled in satisfaction. "I knew you'd come through. Bring her to the VIP suite at The Imperial Club, and don't keep me waiting." Then, the line went dead. Cole slid down the wall and onto the floor, his phone clattering from his hand. He gasped for air, his face wet with a mixture of sweat and tears. What had he just done? He had sold out his own sister. But he had no other choice. A few minutes later, he pushed himself up from the floor. Then, after washing his face, he headed downstairs. … Emily was in the foyer, putting on her jacket with her keys in hand. She looked utterly exhausted, her face pale and drawn from the sleepless night. In fact, the sight of her weariness sent a sharp pang of guilt through Cole. "Emily," he called out, stopping her. Emily paused and warily looked at him