Chapter 10

Kamara's POV

I practically cussed out all through my journey back home. This entire day is no doubt doomed, and the only comforting thing out of it is the number of days my family and I have left to sleep under a roof. That man called Diego has lost his bloody mind if he thinks I would throw myself at his feet like that. My head aches from thinking all about these problems in front of me. At least I didn't get raped by that bastard Rodriguez. Tears laced my eyes as I unlocked the door. Chantelle was seated on the couch with her legs crossed and an odd look on her face. Almost like she had predicted what would be the outcome of my journey.

“How did it go?” She asked.

I thought when I arrived back here, I would be extremely frantic about the mad offer I got from the mafia. But I am quite calm, maybe because I know I am not going to do it. I have about ten more days to find a solution. That sound be good enough.

“Kamara!” Chantelle bellowed, jolting me out of my long thought.

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