Ian Pov
I saw her eyes filled with pain inside.
The way she explained the story somehow felt she was carried away with it.
When she spoke about carrying the curse of her parent's death, it hurts.
"Hope, do you want to tell me everything?" I grabbed her hand.
There was silence in the atmosphere before; she speaks her tears rolled out.
"I came from a different family. My grandpa is a mafia from Kerrville.
My father took a stand against him after I was born to live a happy life, my father and my mom, and left his house.
I was five years old when the rival gang killed them brutally in front of my eyes." She breathes heavily.
"I came to my grandparent's house to live with them, my grandma loved me, but my grandpa blamed me for my parent's death."
"He hated me; never accepted me as hi
