Cats have nine lives, they said. But I'm nowhere near being a cat.
After the attack last night, it was already a miracle that I survived. And I don't want to waste that. Life's too short to waste on people who are trash.
Ever felt as though the universe was trying to tell you something? This might be it.
Max made my blood boil. That man is total crap, and I'm so sorry for myself for wasting too many years, too much potential, holding myself back for him.
I remember when Victor, the second-in-command of the Red Blood Gang, approached me with an offer. I was supposed to be the next in line, the first female to ever hold such a rank in our mafia family.
He said he had seen my potential. You know, I may be a woman, but I'm a woman who could detonate bombs, extract enemy locations with precision, shoot, and kill without hesitation.
But every time, I always held back. All because I didn’t want to leave Max behind in the lower ranks. Foolish, I know. So stupid of me, blinded by a love that wasn’t even real.
But now, things are different.