Five More Minutes
I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen.
Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be?
Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me.
I opened my phone, reading the text.
"You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"
Bab Populer