Azalea’s pov;
Every time my eyes closed, I saw it again. The blood. The way it sprayed against the wall. The way it soaked into the carpet. The way Cuco burst in with the gun and fired.
He had shot twice! And from the way he did it, I was more than certain that it wasn’t his first time. My father had told me that a man’s first kill would have him throwing up, but Cuco had looked like he enjoyed killing those men.
I glanced at the faint c***k on the wall where the men had shot a gun to scare me. I didn’t feel safe at all. Those men had walked in without fear and they wouldn’t stop coming for me if they thought I was Cuco’s girl.
I glanced at my father who had been looking at me as though I was a suspect rather than a victim. He was still in his uniform, his badge was still clipped to
