Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

168. No control

“Jeez, stop shouting, it's not like that.” Lemon hisses, looking around with panic clear in his eyes, “I’m not some kind of criminal I promise you!”

“Well, I’m sorry but I don’t think you’re not doing much to make me trust anything that’s coming out of your mouth now,” I try to put a lid on the anger, knowing that the anger, “what’s your deal, Lemon? Why are you so afraid of the authorities knowing about your location?”

“It’s not the authorities I’m worried about.” Lemon replies, showing his hand into his hair and fisting it in frustration, “it's the people who can access that information I’m worried about.”

This only manages to anger and confuse me even further, “who the hell else can access protected police information other than the police?”

“Someone with half-decent knowledge in hacking,” he provides, tone sarcastic, “and those people could be found for the right amount of money on the internet.”

“Would you stop talking in freakin riddles and tell me who the hell is after you?” I