Chapter Twenty-Eight
WHEN THE TWO detectives left, Vanda turned to me. “This is your fault,” she said, angrily. “If it wasn’t for you, none of this would have happened.”
Before I could respond, Adriana got between us. “Mom! It’s not his fault. He had nothing to do with this.”
“They’re both in gangs,” she said, waving her hand at my cut. “Obviously, they hung around each other. Didn’t I tell you if you hung around biker scum that you’re just looking for trouble?”
“Wait a second,” I said, now glaring back at her. “You have no right to judge me or any of my crew for that matter, and I think you owe me an apology.”
She snorted. “An apology? Right. What are you even doing in my house?” she said and then looked at Adriana. “Adriana, what’s he doing here? Didn’t we talk about this earlier? Y
