Unlike him, she doesn’t start with a warning shot. No remorse. No chance to give up.
Francia pulls the trigger and my dad jerks and crumples to the floor.
“Dad!” I reach out for him, but my head spins. I think I have a concussion, but if I don’t get to him, things are going to be so much worse.
I can’t put one foot in front of the other, but I try anyway. I lift myself to my knees and the world is yanked out from under my feet. I fall sideways with my shoulder pressed to the wall.
Francia’s shadow falls over me. She scoffs. “What Ivan sees in you, I will never f*****g know.”
Then something heavy hits my temple. The world goes dark.
The last thing I see is the blood on my father’s shirt.
I hear the gunshot before I’m even out of the car.
I slam the car into park and throw the door o
