****Black J.C.S. It's motherfuckers will never be able to track me down, rather die than find myself between four walls for the rest of my life. You're probably wondering what's going on.. So let me tell you that right now I'm in the middle of a chase, trying to escape those fucking D.E.A. agents. I don't know how they found my hiding place. but now is not the time to think about it. With my daughter next to me I can't drive as I would like, the car is completely blended so despite all the shots we receive we are safe inside. They've been chasing me like a fucking animal for more than 30 minutes. But now I'm in an ambush, I feel like it's my end, I have no escape. Despite everything, I keep my cool, I stay calm and look at my daughter, she surely smiles to reassure me, but I try to give her back that smile, but I can't because I've lost her reflex for years. elsewhere I don't remember the last time I smiled well I don't think I remember... --ZÉNA: Black we are surrounded you realize In fact my daughter stopped calling me dad since she was 5 years old, and it's normal since in this job I do they call me BLACK J.C.S so she had to adapt to it... --ME: you're going to take the wheel and when I get out you start the car and you're driving flat out you'll have a bit of free rein since they're going to focus almost all their attention on me --ZÉNA: Damn if you get out of this car they'll kill you and all the more reason you'll become their not so much better die together but out of the question that I'm leaving without you Black --ME: I dare to believe that you know me well enough, disobedience I do not tolerate and even less when it comes to you so get busy starting this fucking car --ZENA: OK!
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