Chapter 12

GIANNA

"Why do I have to put these on again?"

"They're made of sheepskin; they'll protect your hands, especially your knuckles, from bruising. Just trust us." I was the one to ask for this, but now that we're here, I'm getting nervous.

"Okay, let's go." It's best I do it now while I've got the nerve anyway.

After hanging my mother's portrait temporarily in the room, I now occupied at the Russo mansion; I felt like my head would explode with anger after everything that has transpired these last few weeks. Listening to that Jimmy person had opened my eyes to more of the truth of what really happened when I was too young to understand.

From what I gathered, Becky had targeted my mother somehow. Jimmy didn't know exactly, but I doubt even he knew that I was reading between the lines of all he said and drew my own conclusions. Somehow knowing that made my anger towards Becky burn brighter than before, and it was the last straw for me.

Throughout this whole ordeal, I never gave m