~ Andrea ~
Three years later
“Liam! You better stop hitting your sister.” I shouted for the upteenth time today, making my way to the kitchen to get their breakfast ready.
“But mom, she started it!” He retorted.
“I don't care who started it. Just stop hitting her!” I responded.
Three years ago, when we left Brooklyn, we relocated to Sicily, Italy. Before then, we stayed for some time at our Aunt's place until we were able to get little money to relocate to Sicily. For the past few years, I have known this city to be very dangerous with different gangs.
Liam and Lina were a result of my contract with Derrik. They are everything I have ever wanted. Even though I wasn't ready to have them, I am still happy they came.
I was preparing breakfast to take them to school. I got a job as a personal assistant again months after I gave birth to the twins. My boss is nicer to me and sometimes I feel weird but I am glad I didn't meet another Derrik.
Speaking of Derrik, I'd be lying if I say I
