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years old, are you sure you d

that I took as a friend, today I am thirt

smatic, I have a large size, my body is filling with tattoos, its tat

terrifying place but when you ge

I remember as if it was yesterday of the tragedy that had happened fifteen years ago, I was fifteen when my p

le, I breathed noisily in no time a man dressed all in black smashes the door, I can'tNever forget his bruising face filled with hatred, he was a truly

s head, my parents returned the so

ruelty, I was only fifteen, what cou

ant student, I also made small jobs to help my parents, I

lling with blood and I was crying abundantly, I was in my pain when the police landed and wit

was sentenced to a crime that I did not

bout him, only I have never forgotten his face, when I see him anywhere

s and the prison, all his years that I spent in pr

nts it had been really too hard for me but the years that followed I fed on this hatred that I had for t

acquired enough competence in the fight, I developed severa

by force of things, I quickly climbed, I became the most dangerous mafia, I am in whiteningSilver, in the sale of drugs, cocaine and also I have

ant to be with a woman, which has been why for five years I have lived

there and I live alone, I am not afrai

and that's it, no woman can survi

w that everyone respects me, I have everyone in my pock

fia organizations and I am always in

Bo

rgot that he was there, I always let mysel

want to go out, I am lonely and I will rema

understo

office, I run out a hand in my hair

Andreew, I am thirty ye

a Bel

ou dare to

ved me as a father, I have never hated a man so

money, yes my father is a mafia and I know, he isA Machiavellian, murdered man, he forces me to sleep with men and his last pays him in return for money, except that I never sleep with his horrible and disgusting men,

ly he uses my beauty to make money, it

me suffer, I have dreams, projects and everything

hete stroke on my arms, my eyes immediate

e your suffering starts now and it