Seventy two
It was crazy, very crazy of Amir to go with those men when he does not know what they would do to him. I went head over heels to the floor with a little yelp before turning around to glower at the person who pushed me into the room. I scramble for the scarf that had been pulled off my head instead someone had stepped on it to prevent me from picking it up. I looked up at Carlo with a fierce look. He bent down, picked up the scarf then rested his arctic blue eyes on me. “You both have the same hair” he stare at my hair. “Just give me the scarf” I gnashed out. He laughed throwing his head back. “What is the use when I have seen the hair already?” He looked at the scarf as if it had offended him then in one quick movement of his hand, he ripped it apart. I said nothing and stared at him wi
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