As we drove, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I was going to see my father's ugly face and his pack after all these years, and I had no idea how it would turn out. I fidgeted with the cash in my lap, feeling its weight and wondering if it would be enough to make him pay for what he had done. I scoffed silently.Moses glanced at me through the rearview mirror, sensing my unease. "Everything all right, miss?" he asked.I turned to him, my frustration bubbling over. "Oh, please just drive like you give a damn," I said, my voice tense."If it's because of what happened, then I'm sorry, Victoria," Moses said, his tone apologetic."Gosh, just stop with the 'ma'am' and call me Victoria," I snapped. "And stop worrying about me like you give a damn, because I don't.""Your wish is my command," Moses said, his lips curling into a small smile.I nodded, feeling slightly guilty for taking my frustrations out on him. "Better. Just drive and make sure you're taking me in the right direction," I s
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