Nariah POV
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Maw-maw and I were now baking pies and making different dishes. Cold was on the grill cooking, and the gang was on the patio.
"When was the last time you talked to Ceilie?" Maw-maw asked me.
"I think my last time talking to her was when I was 11," I said. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me.
"And why that damn long?" She asked. I began telling her the whole story since the last day I went to NOLA to the day my parents kicked me out to the day I met Cold again. I told her everything, leaving out the part of me being an assassin.
"I know damn well them fuckers ain't kick you out, and I know damn well Marco didn't force your ass to move in," she said. I nodded, smirking at the fact that I had got Col in trouble.
"Yup, he sure did, " I said.
"I'm gone whoop his
