Chapter 47

Forty-Seven

Nathan

Giving my parents a look that told them I would be back, I walked out of the living room with my brother. We walked until we reached the cane chairs by the poolside.

"You have to stay away," He said, with his back turned to me.

I frowned. "Stay away? What's that?"

Noah sighed and turned to me, a smile on his face. It was a grin, smirk, or some mutilated form of laughter. It was a smile. And that scared the shit out of me.

"No!" I yelled, rushing towards him and clutching his suit. "Whatever the hell you are thinking, don't fucking do it."

"I have to," He replied, the bizarre smile stuck on his face. "You, mom, and Dad are in danger. That shit is real. Look I've made arrangements okay?"

"No, Noah, I don't fucking understand," I said, feeling every bit like a small fucking child being told to sit out of an argument. "Don't do anything stupid,"

My brother grabbed my hands and wrenched them away from his shirt. "The less you know. The better. That's exactly how