Max’s POV  Have you ever been stepped on your foot and the one who did that to you did not even bother to say that they are sorry?   Yeah,well, that is how it felt. It fucking sucks.  Some people have a freaking hard time admitting the truth and in the long run, it ruins the lives of the people that gets involved.   My mother.   Gosh, I wish I know how and when to understand her. I get it that she did all that to protect me and stuff, but she could have at least told me anything to prepare me for this. At least, I am not shocked. Here I am now, lying on my bed and trying to fit and figure out the pieces of information I just received.  My train of thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the wooden door.  “Hi.”   Alright, it’s

 Max’s POV  Grandma is about to open that door. When that oak door opens, there will be no going back, Max. I told myself. I can bolt here. Right now and leave . Go someplace else where I could start anew. But, will that be worth it?  My grandmother and my mother placed all their faith in me. They kept me safe.  My father made the greatest sacrifice to keep me alive, to be able to be back here and make  a difference.   Bailing out seems a good idea, but in the long run? Will it make my life a little less full of regrets and what if’s?  I take a good look of my kind grandmother’s eyes. I see love and pride there. And if she worked real hard to get the respect she was experiencing now, I do not think that a very confused and coward gran daughter had the right to take it away from her. “Suck it in.” I reminded myself.

  The Black estate and farms was situated at the end of the the haven forest. It is breathtaking. The mountains that cradled the entire estate was magnificent. Max was at lost for words.  The house of the Black’s was not the kind that you would expect to see in these areas. Max was hoping to see wood on wood. Instead, the entire house was modern and the sun had access to the house via its massive glass windows. Whoever the architect that her grandfather commissioned, did a pretty damn job. The estate drom the outside did not screamed money. There was no need. It announces wealth and power and class. Such a shame that her grandmother on the Black's side met a ln ugly fate.  “We are here.” Teresa announced. She was driving Max to the Black estate and by doing so, an avalanche of memories came crashing to her mind.  “You do not have to do this, that Quentin is a scheming bastard.” Betty spitt

   “Quentin, how long before we see Max?” The coffee mug that he was holding in his hand rattled. He was shaking. Of anger. Quentin had long dreamed of having the grand child he missed seeing growing up , it was not longer than twenty minutes that she had been in his side and Betty had the audacity to ask that ridiculous question.  “What kind of question is that?” “Are we allowed to visit?” Teresa asked. “You are but only if I see it fit.” “That is insane!” Betty screamed in horror. “She is here to train. What do you think is this place? Her boarding school? She needs to focus and having you two around, hovering will not be good for her training. “Not good for her.” Teresa scoffed. “ Or not good for you?” “Marcus!”  A massive bulk of a man dressed in black suit

    “You cannot be serious!”  Max screamed to her grandfather, for in her mind, training usually starts with basic introductions to punching. Well sort of. In school, they show the basicsml. Theoretical first and then comes the actual thing. Quentin Black did not share her idealism.  “The Rogues will not wait until you are ready to defend yourselves.’’ Quentin said. He raised up her gloved hand and gestured his man to take their positions. They surrounded the three of them.  Max looked around and panic started to engulf her. Hesther was not even bothered and Zayn was as calm as the sea. Maybe because they were trained since they were little. But her? She know nothing about violence. She was a law abiding citizen and she is a big believer of peace.Obvs, no one cared about that.  If she survives this day, she will have to scold her moth