Varce’s POV
A cat with nine lives. Wanna get me killed? You're wasting your f*****g time because there's absolutely no death for me. Sure I could lose my memories or some s**t, but I was still Varce f*****g Bosta.
One thing I know, I'm f*****g better than all these dumb results from investigations. s**t kept slipping at the most convenient time for no reason, and that's when I realized that it wasn't me. Someone was truly out to get me. Shooting me right at the chest? Luckily I'm healed now and I feel so damn great.
The only issue now is, I've been losing my f*****g mind. I almost burned the paper where I drew Sergey’s eyes but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was so f*****g sure I knew him, but it was even more hurtful that he was probably out to get me, and Selena was about to get
