Chapter 51

Logan’s POV

Graziella and I went back in the days before we hit teen age. She was always lovely. She has had a fair share of the unruly Italian life. She was born to an Italian father too who was nothing but a prick. Her mother was casted out of her family because she refused to leave her father. She died eventually when Graziella was ten years old. Her drunk of a father left and thus, Graziella found herself growing up with her grandparents, my mother's parents.

She was always lonely, even with all the money our grandparents showered her with and thus, Dylano and I were always anticipating going to spend the summers at our grandparents' in Mexico.

She acquired the name Topo during one of those days. She was always a tall woman but with a tiny body that resembled a reformed rat with malnutrition. She took after her father. But little did I know how much she had grown into a woman after all those long years.