#Chapter64

Arlo's POV.

"You late." I told Masha as she came in the house annoyed. "Where the hell were you?" I asked.

"I have a fiancée so please stop acting like you own me." She rolled her eyes and I grabbed her arm. "Arlo." She shouted.

"I'm not Jay who you bully." I was sick of the only person I trust to talk to me like this. "So how was your friend?"

"It's true." I quickly let go off her arm. "She doesn't remember anything. Now why are you so interesting in a former stripper?"

"They ruined my life." I answered. "I was nine when I killed my own parents,...