“Hello,” I answer my phone. It’s after midnight, and I’m tired, but I’m still so f*****g mad about that little b***h trying to steal my king.
I've always wanted Roman, but at this point, there's more than just him on the line. I will be the Queen. I will have power, and not even Daddy can tell me what to do anymore.
I called Daddy earlier and told him everything. I hate how calm he is when I’m so mad, but I know he’ll fix it for me.
“Hello, India. Your father called me to let me know we have a bit of a situation. He didn’t give me a lot of details, though. I was hoping you could start at the beginning. Tell me everything.”
Ugh, why can’t people just communicate with each other? It's like having to call those stupid customer service numbers where every time you're transferred, you have
