#Chapter77
/"Is it true young vlad is dead?/" I didn't like the sound of that, I don't even want to hear that he is dead. Why because my heart won't accept it. If it means keeping his memory alive and away to be scorned by men like him sitting in my front.
/"Vladimir or Elijah. That is his name./" Throwing my face away hoping it doesn't give much away of how much I miss him, how much I am incomplete without him. How much I wish and pray my index didn't pull the trigger.
/"Sorry./" Chuckling /"You remind me of your mother. Strong, feisty./"
/"What do you have for me?/" Sighing getting to the main course. I know he expects for me to give into his trap, first it was my baby's father and now my mother. They are all the same looking for a loophole to penetrate. A weakness. A fear. But I despict none keeping my head high and strong.
