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Chapter 10

Bella POV:

You know there should never be a time when a child can say that they hate their own parents but I can. I hate my parents with every fiber of my being. They sold me when I was 6 to the fuckin mafia. So my parents hated me so much that they wanted me to be a whore, a pass around, that weekly maiden, the per-hour girl, or whatever else you can call it

At least I can fully say with my chest drugs saved my life. Take that rehab. Take that Grace. Hearing movement I look over at my left and it's Carlos. This can't be good. He smirks as he makes his way toward me.

"Oh chica it appears you are all alone that doesn't seem right," Carlos says. Is this the part in the movie the girl makes small talk so everything can be okay

"Yeah well you know roaming around," I say with a fake smile and he chuckles. God I have never believed in you but today I believe please help me

"Yeah well chica let's not make this personal but your boyfriend killed one of my drug cartels and well now I need
Folkswave

( Chica= Girl) (Puta= Bitch)

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