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"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!"
"Enlighten me."
"Fuck you!"
My legs were free. Mustering the remaining strength I had left, I used all brute force to kick him in the face.
He skillfully swerved me, his hands finding their way to my neck. F...
"With great success comes great demise." ~ Vincenzo Santini
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Staring out the black tinted windows, the trees rushing by and my smoke carried by the wind, never have I known peace.
As depressing as that shit sounds, the role of the Capo was never meant to be easy. I should know. It's been my whole life, the reason for my being, the lungs of my breath, the heart of my blood. I was born for this, and nothing will ever get in my way. I was born to reign over this stagnant, normalised society, never to fit in.
No questions asked.
Control isn't just a need or a fleeting desire for temporary change, no. It's a necessity as much as the air entering your lungs and the blood coursing through your veins.
It's a way of life.
"We're here." Fabian announces besides me. I look out the car window, seeing the bustling crowd in front of the Kamchatka. The same place I have been prowling my way inside for the past couple of months.
But today's different. Today, we make history.
The car halts and I reach over to grab a handgun from the side, placing it inside a holster on my waist.
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Getting out of the car, I button my jacket and adjust the cuffs on my sleeves, nodding to the driver who opened the door for me.
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