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♦️ A story about love, born from revenge ♦️
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She, as a free spirit had an immense passion for life, and due to her desire to live it as wholly as possible, she needed as much freedom as she...
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It was around ten minutes later when I finally reached the weird place in which direction that drunken guy had sent me.
When I heard some distanced voices, I pressed myself against a wall of some abandoned building and sneakily looked out from the corner.
It was dark outside but some of the street lights were on, so it was easier to see.
I pinned myself even closer to the wall when I glimpsed some movements.
Scanning my surroundings, I spotted six armed men that were heading over to a building that looked like an old factory, and Diego, who was walking surrounded by those men.
The three men walking at the front stopped in front of the entrance and turned to face Diego while the other three men stood behind Diego, pointing handguns at his head.
Like the freezing weather wasn't enough, all of them were sending chills down my spine.
I recognized one of those men. He stood right in front of Diego, facing him with an assault rifle in his hands. A sort of a young man, but definitely older than me, expanded to gorilla size, irritation in his anger, a sort of impetuousness.
I watched as thin black hair moved over his skin that yearned for more shade and rest. His eyes were on the small side, as if afraid to let the light of the street lamps in.
His mouth was medium small and rigid, as if only used for the sort of smiles that mask cruelty, perhaps born of a lifetime of suspicion and the special kind of superiority that radiates contempt. It was one of those mouths that only twitch upward when a deception is achieved.
I recognized him as the guy who I had met the first time I came here months ago. Connor or Carter or whatever his name was.
He said something to his two obedient puppies at his sides and they started frisking Diego, probably looking for weapons.
I saw only Diego's back but I bet he was wearing a scowl on his face, or more likely, the emotionlessly cold business face.
