POV Katarina Andretti I feel like I'm having an out of body experience right now as I am being taken away from father. I can’t believe this. I’m livid! My father, my own flesh and blood, gambled me away like I was nothing to him. I worked three jobs during school to pay for my tuition and I still managed to get all A’s and become valedictorian, so why couldn’t he stop gambling? I know it’s a disease, an addiction, but it still hurts. I said my final goodbyes to my dad and watched as he drove away. Then I felt someone standing behind me and when I turned around, there he stood with a victorious smirk on his face, Mister King. He grabbed my arm and placed me inside the limousine, then he slid in right next to me. I looked at him from my side view, not wanting to meet his eyes. He stood about 6foot5 and was muscular-built with dark brown hair that was slicked back neatly, a goatee that was well-trimmed, and hypnotic emerald green eyes. I knew who he was. Everyone knew about Alejandro
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