My biological parents weren’t just Mafias. The woman who brought me to life was a real demon. And the worst part was that my father killed my mother before he committed suicide.
What a family I could be proud of.
Aunt Miranda’s and my Papa’s words played in the back of my head as I locked eyes with Adams and said, “What do you mean? They knew who that man was?”
Adams scanned my face with pitiful eyes. I shook my head in refusal. “This can’t be true. You’re lying.”
I tried to pull my hands away from the guards, but they held me tighter.
Liana stepped closer to Adams, slid her hand into his arm, and rested her head on his shoulder as she smirked. “Darling! Isn’t she funny?”
“Why did you do this to me? I didn’t even remember my parents. How could you do all this—act like this?” I asked,
