Part II- Isabella Garcia

PART II

Isabella Garcia's POV:

Martha, the head lady, fisted my hair and punched me in the face, making me gasp for air. “Listen, you fucking rat!” she yelled. “If I don't get the money, I’m going to beat your asses! Yours and your brother’s.”

“I will, Mrs. Martha,” I cried as her cruel eyes landed on my older brother, nineteen-year-old Karim. “Please let us go. Just this once.”

She released me and then kicked Karim in the stomach. But he managed to get up with me, and we both ran, escaping the dark shadows of her tent. By the time we reached the nearest pond, a distance away from the tents, Karim was panting for air and then coughing badly. He had blood on his nose, too.

When I asked what it was from, he said it was due to the poor diet we got in the pack. Living as rogues all our lives meant we often had to settle. But our parents were killed when we were young, so we did the best we could. Still, I was skinner than him, but I was healthy. So I questioned his answer, and he chang