CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

FREMA

"You're not going anywhere with J-boy." Arsen told me, anger evident in his eyes.

"Well, a little behind time to tell me that. I packed for Paris already." I said as I forced more stuff into my already filled up luggage. "Urgh. I can't do this, mom always packs up for me." I whined quietly, lying back on the bed, my face in the air.

"Frema, it's dangerous. He's a thief and a.. a traitor. You shouldn't have anything to do with him."

"I shouldn't. But I'm doing this for mom. I thought he said he told you though?" I asked, sitting up.

"He did, but he didn't exactly state your part. Heck, he made me believe that you and Riley would be safe here, eating chocolate or having girls' night or something. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have even listened to him. We can do this by ourselves, without J-boy."

"I wish we could, Arsen. But he's got all the cards and no matter how we look at it, he's more like our golden key to getting mom back." I reasoned and he sighed, leaning against the door