Her body starts to shake but I just put my arm around her. “It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

“It’s gone.”

“Gone?”

“Well, I don’t know if it’s gone but Owen is arrested and I doubt he’ll ever tell me where it is now.”

“It’s okay,” I say without missing a beat. “I'm sure we’ll find it and if we don’t then…it’s just money. It doesn’t matter as much as this.”

She puts her head on my shoulder looking relieved. I guess she really thought I would be angry at her for that.

But I wasn’t lying. Money used to be the only thing that mattered to me.

But with her on my arm, I realize how poor I was when I had millions to my name and how rich I am now.

I take the plates back inside and wash them in the sink. Olive dries them and puts them back on the shelf. Once the last plate is put away, I take her into my arms and kiss her again.

“What do you think about having some more fun in bed before going on that hike?” I ask.

Her eyes light up and she grabs my arms and pulls me onto the bed.

A few moments later, there’s a loud thundering sound on the front door. It swings open and two men dressed in bulletproof gear rush in, pointing their guns in our faces.

“FBI! You’re surrounded. Get off her slowly and put your hands up!” one of them yells.

With my heart thumping in my chest, I do as he says.

Through the window, I see four unmarked cars and at least fifteen men with FBI field jackets. The ones on the front line are using the doors to their vehicles as shields and are positioned with their guns drawn.

“Nicholas Crawford,” someone says, twisting my arm behind my back. "You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.”

Everything moves in slow motion.

I glance at Olive.

She is half holding her hands in the air and half trying to hold up a sheet in front of her bare breasts.

“You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future.”

My eyes search for Olive’s but she keeps looking away.

None of them put down their weapons until they pull me out of the RV, handcuffed and stark naked.

When they put me into the back of a car, I look back hoping to see her again.

Did she do this? Did she turn me in?

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Thank you for reading TELL ME TO FIGHT!

I hope you enjoyed continuing Nicholas and Olive’s story. Can’t wait to find out what happens at the end?