Verena
Different thoughts on how to kill Kian stormed my mind. But would I risk my ass sitting in jail for a piece of s**t like Kian? No. How I never realized how manic he was left me reeling. It was either that he was good at hiding that side of him or he was multifaceted.
As I climbed up the stairs, my hands ripped through my hair. Maybe I should report him to his parents. But, those two would never believe me. To them, Kian was an Angel who could do no wrong.
I should call the cops on him. That should work.
And Daxton—
I stilled, sucking in a deep breath as confusion nudged at the corners of my heart. It’s been two hours since I sent that picture of what his nephew did and there has been no response from him.
Did he consider me a burden? Or did he believe that I was doing to
