Khloe's P.O.V.
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I marched out of the prison feeling better than I had in weeks. The guard had to escort me to the parking lot. Much to his own annoyance.
"Will we be seeing you again, Miss Nowosielski?" He asked.
"It's Mrs. Nowosielski now." I corrected him. "And no. I will never be back."
"Good," he replied.
I smirked at him.
"All the things you did to Mr. Antol.. You should be here, not him. You framed him." The guard accused me.
My smirk deepened.
"I framed him?" I asked. "I ra.ped a lot of women, and drugged them, and sold drugs and guns? Me?"
The guard narrowed his eyes at me. I shrugged as I put my finger to my chin.
"And I even had the power to frame a powerful politician like Piotr Antol?" I asked innocently. "Wild."
"Just don't come ba
