CHAPTER ELEVEN.
AMBER KITCHEN.
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It was finally the night I was dreading. The night I would be following Ricardo to a club. I stared unenthusiastically at the tons of designer bags that had been placed on the floor of my room by some of Ricardo men. I stood up from my bed and began to remove the products, ranging from designer gowns, to shoes, purse, jewelry and makeup from the bags. I arranged them on the bed and stared at it, feeling bad for what I was going to help Ricardo with.
At that moment, I felt aggravated at myself, wishing my Mamá was still alive to advise me on what to do. Having a hand in someone's death was one thing I never wanted to get involved with in my entire existence, one thing my mother told me to live by was the ten commandments and I made sure
