Chapter 4

Marianne

after lunch we leave for the shopping center closest to the house. I get into my Lamborghini, yes I love sports cars, I have a total of three sports cars a Bentley, a Porsche and a Lamborghini. gift from my parents to compensate for their absence, but nothing can replace the love and tenderness of a father or a mother. I miss them so much. We see each other four times a year in total because my mother is a well-known international lawyer who spends his time defending criminals in the four cornersof the world, my father is a well-known scientist who travels to do experiments or sometimes give lectures on his research. I lived with my nanny who took care of me and gave me all the love she would have given to the daughter she never had. My uncle came to see me every week to take me to the park or get ice cream and help me with my homework, he was like a father to me. his death was a shock I had lost the only person apart from my nanny who took care of me.

we arrive at the shopping center, we head towards the outlet clothing stores.

- I want something Tape à l'oeil that highlights my chest and my pretty buttocks. I want it in black or red, the color of desire. And you must do the same, Ariane told me.

- you know my closet is full of clothes I haven't worn yet. so I don't take anything.

- you won't dare do this to me? as if I gave you the choice. you choose two and I'll take one.

- no you take two and I'll take one.

- OK, let's do that.

In the end we come out of the center with ten bags each: three outing outfits accompanied by alluring underwear.

everything is ready for release.

let the men be ready, they are going to die?

John Smith

I am getting ready for my meeting with my colleague Auracio, his name precedes him, he is known as the most violent of the mafiosi, he does not tolerate misconduct, betrayal within his organization or even outside it. He is feared by all. In our environment it is better to inspire fear, the fear thatrespect, but he inspires all three.

I respect him for the way he treats his men, according to my sources he is very respected by his men, they will even follow him to hell.

having him as a partner is a plus for everyone.

I would like to do more business with him, but we will start with weapons if all goes well, we will move on to wheat and then I will try to get into his restricted circle.

It's true that I am feared everywhere in this world, but he too, between us we can be the kings of the world.

here's my idea to have a partner as powerful as me so that between us we can take control of all the mafias combined. but we are going there step by step. I see a bright future looming.

my name is John Smith, the bloodthirsty because I love blood, I like cutting enemies piece by piece. I am African American, I still have within me the stories of the African fighters that my great grandfather told me, where the victor drank the blood of the vanquished to always remain strong.

John

I am John Smith, I am forty-five years old, two children of ten and six years each and from different mothers. I've always been attracted to guns, clandestine fights... well, anything illegal?. I was raised by a very loving mother who gave me all the love she could, but it was never enough. I didn't want to stay at home, I was drawn to the street.

I ended up running away, I joined a gang and I had to prove myself. to get into the gang I had to kill, I committed my first murder at fifteen. I was hungry for power, I did everything to climb the ladder quickly, at twenty-five I was number two in our organization, at thirty I took the lead, after having missed death by twice, because my former boss, afraid that I would take his place, tried to kill me, severaltimes. after the last attempt I slit his throat in front of our elements and drank his blood, hence the nickname "the bloodthirsty".

Sometimes I miss my family, but my mother has never forgiven me for choosing this path. As my grandfather said, I was born like that with Evil in me.