Chapter Twenty-Two

Maria McCain POV

It has been two weeks since that awful night that always leaves me angry, repulsed and makes me want to puke across the room when I think of his tongue placed on my skin.

I was discharged from the hospital and went back to Mr. John's mansion. I still preferred to hang out in Linda's home. John wouldn't hear of it.

My reason was that I didn't want to trample on his space. He's a man after all, he got needs.

My phone buzzed in my jean pocket and I brought it out with a sigh when I saw the caller.

"What do you want?" I asked curtly with venom laced in my voice.

"I'm sure you didn't say that to me." Fiona responds over the phone in her usually annoying loud voice.

"I'm busy, why did you call?"

"Maria you're the devil's spawn! How dare you come back to Santa-Dabia without coming to the house to see your family?"

I scoffed. Did the greedy bitch mention home and family? She must be exaggerating that isn't a home but a prison and the most annoying part i