I had broke down, but I'm stronger now. It's been two weeks since I've been at my low. It's been two weeks since my mother was murdered.

I didn't cry anymore.

My drink was half empty and there's been pills scattered on the floor.

I've had nowhere to go. I have no motivation to get out of this house anymore. I wanted to go back to my mother once I got out of here, but I don't even have her to go to anymore.

I would party and dance, ignoring everyone to tell me to get control of myself. That's just how I'm wired.

It's been a while and I've been trying to find where my father was, but he was so good at hiding. I couldn't find him. He deserved what was coming to him.

Giovanni had been doing his job of selling drugs and the rest of the gang was going on with there lives. Derrick as well. He almost seemed like he moved on, I didn't know how he did it.

Valeria was Tobias's friends with benefits and Luke and I haven't talked since our almost kiss.

It was awkward between us, now. I didn't know how to change it.

He thought I was a simple girl, but I got a lot of baggage. I come with strings attached which no one can handle and I'm fine with it.

I've been training on my own. I even shot a gun. The things was I didn't feel a thing when I did so.

I almost felt powerful. I felt relieved, like all my troubles were gone once the shot hit the bullseye.

"We found him," Derrick said.

I snapped my gaze to his. "Where is he?" I asked. My voice was cold.

"He's in Apulia, Italy," Derrick announced.

I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. I packed a gun and other necessities, I was ready for this moment.

I was stopped by a hand blocking my chest. "Let me go," I seethed out.

Giovanni looked down at me. "You can't go in this state."

"Like, hell, I can't," I spat.

"You've been different, you've changed, Chanel, you're not taking care of yourself," Derrick interfered.

"I don't care," I spoke, harshly. I've taken my mother's death horribly.

"You've been a mess," Derrick continued.

"I don't care," I shouted. "Either get out of my way, or I'll make you," I threatened.

Usually the gang would laugh off my threats, but this time they actually looked scared.

"You can't scare me," Giovanni said, calmly.

"I'm not trying to scare you, I'm trying to get you out of my way," I disputed.

"You've been taking this so hard," Derrick softly said.

"And you haven't been taking it at all! Our mother died and you're acting all fine!" I yelled. "If you guys are not going to do anything. I will! I am trying to, but you guys are acting like bitches."

"I'm acting normal, you're just throwing yourself away, you need to clean yourself up, Chanel. The world isn't going to stop just because something bad happened. Get over yourself! You're not the only one with problems," Derrick fought back.

"If you're here to tell me how to live my life, you threw yours away when you decided to join this gang," I said, harshly. "I didn't decide, okay? I was kidnapped, I was threatened with my life to join the gang, if I wasn't here, I would be with mom right now, I would have had more time with her."

"Stop blaming other people when who you should blame is yourself. You're the one who got yourself kidnapped by walking alone in the middle of the night. You're the one who is acting ridiculous," Derrick said.

I closed my eyes. Was I really the one to blame? I was trying to put the blame on others I hadn't realized that I might be the one at fault.

"I'm going whether or not," I said. "I'm not letting him get away with it."

Giovanni got on his leather jacket and went out the door with me. The rest of the gang following behind.

"You didn't think we'll let you go by yourself? Did you?" Tobias asked.

I entered Giovanni's Maserati and the rest of the crew entered the SUV.

We were going to Italy.

The car ride there was quiet. I refused to look at Giovanni. I refused to talk, all I wanted to do was find my father.

All I wanted to do was to make him pay.

"Where is my father?" I asked. My voice was stern and cold. I felt like a different person.

He ignored me. He was paying attention to the road. I grew agitated.

"I asked you something," I shouted.

He snarled. "I don't have to answer you, you're obviously not in a right state of mind and I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."

"Oh, so now you care about me?" I rolled my eyes. My voice was filled with sarcasm.

"I've been through what you have," he said. "But, taking it out like this is the worst choice to do."

"You're a therapist, as well?" My voice was acerbic.

"Shut up," he gnarled. "I'm trying to help you here."

"No, you aren't, you only want to get my father because he owes you some stupid money," I spat.

"That money," he seethed out. "Could buy you endless vacations."

"Well, I could care less about the mo-"

I got cut off by the car vaulting to a stop. I forgot my seatbelt and I felt my body fly out of my seat and hit the glass.

My head bumped against the windshield and I felt an unbearable pain through my body.

That's the most pain I've felt in weeks.

The car crashed amongst another. That caused the car to stop.

My vision blurred all I saw was blood. I saw steam come from the car, I saw Giovanni's body in the corner of my eye. His head was amongst the steering wheel and blood was dripping from his forehead.

Suddenly my head spun and I my eyes closed until I was engulfed in darkness.

I finally felt something.