Part Seventeen
161 Words
Eva's POV
The place could only be described as ginormous. It looked ten times bigger that your average mansion. I had an inkling that Quince was rich, just never thought it was this much. Gang work really pays a lot, especially when your the leader, or soon to be leader.
The gates opened up and bug men armed and ready stood at their positions at the gates. The limo drove up the lengthy driveway all the while I kept digging my nails into the palm of my hands. What if Mr. Mavoric didn't think I was good enough for his son? What if he didn't like me? What if Azzy and I came all the way here just for him to send us back, or possibly put a bullet through our head?
I've never met the man, I didn't know what to expect. I could only hope he wasn't as blood crazed as the gang world made him appear to be?
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