Angelica’s POV:
Francesco pushes my rigid body into the car. I sit there, staring at the black road as he turns on the engine. I can hear gunshots in the background, but my mind is still replaying the scenario from earlier.
Sitting inside the car, I replayed my whole life. Growing up, I was a spoiled little brat who doesn’t know the value of money, since my father was pretty wealthy. Then, he turned out to be a cheating lying bastard. Thank God, mom left and took me with her. Some women would have bitten the bullet and stayed because of the luxurious life, but not my mom.
Then, I met my grandparents, who are better grandparents than those from my father’s side, despite knowing them for only a short amount of time. They attempt to communicate and teach me the difference between wants and
