“Quinn, I need you to come and have a talk with me please, tonight.”I looked at the message on my phone from my step-father and didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or run for the hills.It had only been four days since my mom’s funeral and I had already packed up my stuff ready to move out of my step-father’s mansion. I knew I wasn’t actually part of the family. He had been nothing but kind to me for the six years I had lived with him and my mom, but I knew what he was. As I had grown older I had become more aware of the things going on around me.My step-brother, Antonio, had moved out of the house permanently six months ago. He was taking over their ‘family’ business and so had moved to New York City while his father, Augusto, planned to retire. Then my mom had taken ill, diagnosed with cancer she had sickened and withered quickly taking us all by surprise and now I was alone surrounded by dangerous violent people who I thought didn’t want me around any longer.Augusto had never full
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