Chapter Fifty.

No one tells you that your life can change within a blink of an eye, by meeting the wrong man, making one bad decision or doing what you believe is right, but typically turns out to be the complete opposite. 

They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade...

Whoever came up with that quote needs to be uppercut. 

How the fuck can I make lemonade in the predicament I now find myself in?

No, fuck that and fuck the lemonade. 

What you need to do is, throw those damn rotten lemons back into the face of life. 

"Well, angel?" Castello hums, bringing me back to my cruel reality. 

"It's not easy trying to fit everything I want to say in one sentence," I reply in a snarky tone. 

[Still as dramatic as ever] "Ancora drammatico come sempre." He retucks the gun into his jeans, reaches over, and drags me to my feet, and I watch as Ace's lifeless body rolls onto the concrete in an awkward posture.

"I do