Marina's POV
I hate him so much. Tears kept rolling down my cheeks no matter how I tried to stop it. I just couldn't get what he said off my head. He told the rival to kill me. He didn't care for me. If I didn't somehow escape, would I be dead?
Is this how he hurt my mom? I took harsh breaths, begging my stupid heart to stop breaking. Why was it breaking? Why was I crying? I should've expected this from someone like this.
I tried to man up and be tough but I just wanted to cry. And here I thought we were just starting to be pals.
He got in alone and we drove off. I didn't care that Boris wasn't with him. Infact, I didn't care.
Actually, he drove the car. I mean, he sat in front of the wheel, while I sat in the passenger seat. I tried to look away the whole time because truly, I couldn
