Chapter 11
- Ava’s POV
- His eyes flared with anger, and he grabbed my collar, lifting me onto the counter. Cecille ran out, yelling for help, but I wasn't worried. I kicked him in the stomach, sending him stumbling back. He pointed a shaking finger at me. "What the hell is your problem, woman?!"
- "You psycho! Maniac!" I yelled back, just as Fabio walked into the kitchen.