PART ONE: MILAN
WARNING⚠️ : This Book Is NOT FOR THE WEAK!! I repeat IT IS NOT FOR THE WEAK!
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"This! Is my life, fuck a love story- it's a big ass life lesson on why I should've called quits along time ago."
"They told me that the world didn't...
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Y'all are probably wondering what i'm doing right now—well if you couldn't tell yet, Im releasing my emotions onto these poor fake target practices.
I got ahold of a guard named Jack's key card and i'm here learning how to operate these guns.
I was lowkey fascinated during this meet when I seen these hitmen on they way to a mission. I think I wanna be one.
I don't know why though, it just looks cool from the tv shows and shit. Stopping the opps, it's a great thought, though I can't do it here.
Them niggas travel and shit, I wanna travel. Hell I may even go to like Berlin or fucking Tokyo or some shit, I might as well get a job as a flight attendent to fly for free.
Do they get to fly for free?
Maybe it comes out they pay check.
That would be the smart thing to do if I was the boss of the airlines hell they aint nobody special.
Mhm, but they are risking they lives, its the least they can do. Plus they don't even get a real seat I don't think they pay.
