My Ruthless Uncle's Justice

bered was the screech

nch of metal and the wo

ocating smell of gaso

ther' s face just before we lef

murde

d our car to kill my mother an

r our

his mistress, Jessica. The boy was d

osed to protect me, had planned

my eyes fl

in my cramped bedroom, the ch

n streamed thr

he nightstand. It wa

Get ready. Big day!

d. It was today.

dead. I

quickly replaced by something else

a

-year-old anymore. I was a

bed, my mov

n, making pancakes. She was a kind, gentle woman who ha

from his dead-end construction jo

was

d, her smile warm and genui

I said, my

I flinched away from his touch. His

he grunted, his good-mood

headache

other. "Is she al

kes, her smile faltering slightly. "She

d started shoveling

moment of attention my mother gave me. He saw us as the anchors weighing

nother family. A secret one

e crash. I reme

there would

would be the o