BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
TW - Please skip this chapter if you are triggered easily! It includes, Kidnap, torture, and drug addiction!
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Veronica's POV
I run a hand through my hair, fixing it from the exhilarating night. After we went back into the Team's house, I asked Gia to drop me off at the Cafe we were at earlier so I could retrieve my car, and drive home. We exchanged numbers and parted ways.
I exit my car and make my way to the house, I nod slightly at the guards, signalling them to lock the gates and to turn the night cameras on.
On the drive back from the cafe, I had time to think about Ricardo and I made a call to Dreya, asking her to schedule a funeral within a day or two.
She quickly agreed to schedule the funeral soon. Then I started to think about Ricardo, and the memories I shared with him. I remembered how he used to make me laugh and smile, even on the hardest days. He was always there for me, supporting me and lifting me up. I enter my home, the warmth immediately hugging me tightly like a blanket. The warmth of the walls enclosed around me was like a comfy hug. I sank into the comfort of my surroundings, enjoying the safety and stability of my home. I felt like I could relax, not worrying about the outside world for a moment. It felt good to be home.
It is very late at night so I made my way up to my room, tired from the long day. I was ready to get some rest and sleep off the events of the day. As I entered my room, I took a moment to admire the familiar surroundings. It felt nice to be home.
I suddenly feel a presence behind me and I discreetly pick up a glass candle. I swiftly turn around, and throw the glass candle, not seeing who it was. But whoever it was flinched and screamed at the shattered glass sound.
I grab my lamp next, ready to defend myself. I hold the lamp tightly and point it at the dark figure.
What can I say, Gotta improvise.
I hear a familiar voice before they rush to turn the lights on.
Noah stares at me, pure fear in his eyes. "Put the lamp down."
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, "I could've killed you" I say sighing.
Noah continues to stare at the small lamp, pure horror embedded in his eye. "Put the lamp down" He says worriedly.
I huff and throw the lamp on the bed. Causing Noah to sigh in relief and calm down.
I frown, "Why the hell was you even in my room anyway?" I question confused.
Noah shrugs, "You was gone all day, without saying anything, and only know coming home"
I sigh, "Just needed to get out of the house." I say truthfully.
There is a silence for a couple of seconds, "Ricardo's funeral is in two days." I say.
Noah smiles, "Are you sure? I mean hosting his funeral the day before the last Mafia ball of the year?" he asks.
