Chapter Fifteenth

GYPSY'S POV

“You live here?” I ask, more to myself than to Enzo who is sitting in the front passenger seat.

His friend who's name I remember to be Dante is driving us to Enzo's place, and I can't help but gape at my environment.

This settlement is no doubt reserved for the upperclassmen, the creme de la creme who have nothing to do with their money but spend on extravagances.

It's a settlement every normal person would love to live in, something most people would consider the ultimate goal. Not me.

I mean, it's not like this isn't exhilarating but it's far from my ultimate goal.

The day I achieve my ultimate goal will be the day I find myself finally free of the bastard called Falcon, but since we know that day is never gonna come, I guess I just have to live in every moment of bliss I encounter.

Which is also so fucked up because this small amount of calm and satisfaction I'm feeling is based on the fact that my plans to destroy the man I'm falling so hard for is going extremely we