Chapter 6: They Came With Guns

Katarina's POV

“You can’t sell me like I’m one of your broken bottles,” I spat.

My father's eyes burned into me, his resentment thick and ugly. His mouth twisted not in anger, but in happiness.

"Get ready, Katarina," he said, his voice icy. "The Giordano Cartel will be here for you. Don't ma...

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