Amara’s POV
"Get the f*ck away from me! you bastard!" I screamed at him in anger.
He laughed wickedly and asked, “How rebellious you are for calling me a bastard!"
My driver should have been on time but was already two minutes late. Uncle John was going to grab my wrist, but I pushed him away and told him, "Don't touch me, or I'll call the police!"
He nods his head playfully, “Are you scared of me now, little niece?”
I gulped nervously, took a deep breath, and said, "Yeah, I got an idea." I reached into my bag and sprayed pepper spray into his eyes. He screamed in pain, which caught everyone's attention. Aunt Aurelia, Lucy, and my mom had just gotten off the lift when they saw Uncle John squeezing his red, pained eyes.
"You b*tch! come back here!" While he was trying to wipe his
