Amelia
“What do you mean Tarantino put a price tag on your head?” Lorenzo asked, raising his voice a decibel with each word.
“Exactly that. He did it right before he left this earth. I can’t believe a dead man can still cause so many fūcking problems.” I replied as I grabbed my hair and put it into a ponytail while walking over to the leather sectional and sitting down.
I placed my elbows on my knees and rested my head on my hands. I could sense a headache coming, thanks to all of this chaos. I missed the days that I did not have to worry about any of this, the days that I was a typical teenager. Who the hell had to worry about capos coming after them? Arranged marriages and killing people to stay alive? Let’s not even get to the business deals of drūg trāfficking, prostitutiōn, money
