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Emiliano
I had all my hackers on the screen 24/7. I will kill everyone in this world to find her. She made me feel things. Things that I have never felt before.. But right now. She's done hurting people and manipulating. My Pá Pá told me to kill her also. Her parents don't want her anymore. And her best friend tried to kill Viló's brother. Which pissed my father off because we had to make a deal with him.
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It's been 6 months. No trace of her. Kilos is getting annoying. Every second he's asks if I have killed her yet. — I don't know what's going to happen when I find her. — My best friends and I had to go to the to Paris for a couple weeks. We had to get the fucking wedding set up. — We stepped in to my private jet and we went on our way to Paris. If your here.. your fucking dead.
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Viló
Its been a long time since I've decided to stay in Paris. No one has found me. They probably all gave up. Kilos probably found another sex toy. And the best part is.. Kilo and I weren't officially married. At the alter I whispered into the priests ear and told him I don't mean a single word I said. — I'm not married. I'm a free fucking woman. Fuck. — Today was the day I was going back to my Villa. I'm going to be living there for now on. — Alone. — I miss him
So fucking much. I can finally admit now. I fell in love with him....I could never admit it but today. I can. I'm free. I felt amazing. — Fuck. — I took everything I had and called my limo over and went down the elevator and into the lobby. — I made my way to my Villa. It was right in front of the ocean. I could do anything I wanted. I had no neighbors. It was only me. — And I'm fine with that. Im just useless. His words not mine. It kept repeating every second in my head. — I finally made it and I thanked my driver and gave him a 50.

Emiliano
Finally. We landed in Paris. I got barely any sleep. I was exhausted. Fucking Camila kept calling me every two seconds. Annoying. — Hector, Pablo, and I got off the jet and we got into my Ferrari. — We drove around Paris until we found the most expensive hotel... I remember that night... — Just me and Viló... FUCK. — I got out of the car and my men followed behind. We were in the parking garage. I remember her. Covered in blood. She shot a man. I thought she hasn't shot anyone. But she actually has. — I snapped out of it and we went into the elevator. Until we hit the lobby. We walked out and I saw a girl Ive seen before. Must be an old hookup. But all of a sudden she brightened up when she saw Pablo and Hector. — She walked over here.
Chei
"Well hello again."
Pablo
"What are you doing here doll?"
Chei
"I live here now."
Hector
"You working at anymore clubs?"
Chei
"Yes I actually I own one."
I zoned in and out of the conversation. I remember she was at the club dancing with Viló and this other girl. Wait a fucking second. Was I really this fucking stupid. She's here. She's in Paris. I was thinking out loud and I shouted.
Emiliano
"SHES FUCKING HERE!"
Pablo
"I don't see her boss?"
Hector
"Are you alright boss?"
This girl across from me had fear all over her face. She knew where she was. —
Emiliano
"Where's Viló? Is she upstairs in the penthouse. I remember her with you. She must've came here. Huh? Where the fuck is she?"
Chei
"Sh-She's upstairs."
Emiliano
"Your bluffing, where is she."
She wouldn't speak so I yanked her into the elevator and my men followed. We went down to the parking garage and a limo met us there. We put her in the limo and went on our way.
Chei
"Where are we going. I don't know anything."
I pulled my gun out and pointed it at her head.
Emiliano
"Where the fuck is she?!"
Chei
"I don't know!"
I put the cold medal against her forehead. She has one more chance before I fucking shoot her.
Chei
"OKAY! SHES AT ONE OF HER VILLAS!"
Pablo
"Good girl, you made the right choice."
She spat at Pablo. I took Chei's phone and I tracked Viló's location. Ahh smart girl. She got a new phone. That's why we could fucking trace her. — Found her.
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