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I sat for a while longer on my uncomfortable garden chair and just stared into the green emptiness in front of me, while the sun above me warmed my body slightly.

The twins had done their job and done it neatly and tidily, just as I expected them to do. Nevertheless, I didn't fare any better, on the contrary.

There was no relief. No fleeting smile. No pleasure. The only thing I could feel trapped in my rigidity was the destructive darkness of myself, pulling me down a bottomless abyss again.

Again I had to punish someone. Again I had a life on my conscience and although it wasn't me who got my hands dirty, her spirit was already possessing me. How many more ghosts could I endure in this darkness, which my father, not I, chose for me...

"All done, Boss!"

Juan came back to me in the garden with quick steps and I only glanced up at him briefly, only to then get up from the old chair and take a deep breath. I suddenly felt my hands start shaking uncontrollably, but I couldn't let him notice it.

Any sign of weakness could cost you your life, and no henchman would want to work for someone who was no longer mentally unstable.

"Then get rid of the body. Now!" I retorted in a dark voice, lighting a cigarette while trying hard to appear perfectly calm and unemotional.

I only casually noticed his nod of agreement and turned back to the pool with the cigarette between my fingers, where it made me realize once again how much I hated this life I had chosen. That was not my destiny and now that I had met my butterfly, I realized that more than ever.

But I was cursed. Bound to this life. What started out as abuse on me ended up having to endure it for Mira. There was no other way. The apartment was the first doomed attempt to separate me from my family, but I couldn't even do that with her and when I wanted to build a new life with her in America at the time, my father had known how to prevent it.

Now she was with him and I was here. Both prisoners of a madman...

"What happened here?" I suddenly heard my father behind me and was so shocked that my cigarette fell out of my hand and I had to collect myself briefly before I turned to him with an angry look.

"Leave my house! Now!", I instructed him and ran towards him in a rage. How I would have liked to do to him what his friends had done to me, but I couldn't!

I wasn't as fucked up as he was and I threw my own flesh and blood to disgusting animals who were jerking off on the child's body and couldn't keep their fingers to themselves! My God! There it was, hell and the devil himself now stood right in front of me and gave me a warning look.

"Your tone," he said snidely, walking past me to the edge of the pool. "I saw the twins with a body bag by the SUV. Please tell me it was someone insignificant."

"Every life means something," I breathed, plagued by bad memories surfacing, and by God, if he kept provoking me like that, I'd lose control. It really wasn't missing much.

His silly laugh drove deep into my mind, and without further hesitation, I turned to face him and, in one skilled grip, grabbed his collar to grudgingly aim at him.

"Laugh old man! While you still can!"

I spat these words in his face and even though he tried to appear calm and composed, I saw the rising panic clearly, which was reflected in his dark eyes.

"Think of Mira," he replied unimpressed, but I yanked him up even harder, so he started trying to push me away.

"You're only using her to make me stay! You can have it! But don't think you can cross borders with me! Don't think I'm yours! And don't think I've forgotten my childhood! That day will come! You can believe me!"

I gave him a warning look and then pushed him away with such force that he staggered slightly and nearly fell into the pool while still wearing his fancy suit.

As our eyes met again, I knew he knew what I was capable of. He didn't say anything more, just straightened his ugly red tie and turned past me to the door.

"There's a dinner at the weekend, which is very important. Come with someone. Your cousins ​​will be there too. No whore, Emilio!"

"Just get out!" I replied, staring into space again while a raging storm was unleashed inside me.

Luckily for him, he finally left my garden and I took a few minutes to sort everything out in my head.

There just had to be a way out of this hell and if Mira were a normal girl then surely everything would be much easier. But not with their peculiarity, which made them so much more valuable.

But what could I do? My father was in control, as was my mother and I, I had to handle all his shit.

Go out for fancy dinners and take people's lives at night.

Give and take. Take and give.

Damn!

I tore through my black hair and, with a trembling hand, pulled my cell phone out of my pocket to suddenly find a message from Hector.

I'm going to her place to get some things like you said.

Fuck! It had been over an hour since I texted him to go to her apartment. She was alone now, without any protection, in an apartment that Sergio knew. that my father knew. Which basically everyone knew and as fast as I could, I quickly ran back into the living room and through it, excitedly looking for my keys while running.

But before I got into the limousine, I took one last look at my garden up front and watched some security guards with their dogs until a thought occurred to me...