{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1}
𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔
Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents...
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Today, we received another update from the east side. Joaquin told us he barely found any other men. Most of them either died because of falling chunks of cement, and the rest got shot by the Serpiente Mexicana's men.
Although I, and all of my brothers all hate the unknown guy, I do have to say that he is brave. I can't deny that.
I mean, attacking the most know and feared mafia once? A real big accomplishment. But attacking it multiple times without getting killed? Almost impossible. I used to think it really was impossible, but he proved me wrong. And I hate to admit it, but he kind of earned my respect.
I still hate him though.
I especially hate him because he brings out the worst side out in all of us. Especially with Eleandro, who now has felt the most effect between all of us.
A quarter of his mafia got attacked and defeated, and all that in a spam of a few days. And I can't forget the fact that he's planning to come closer and closer to us.
Now that Zina is staying home forever, we obviously need a lot more security. She won't notice it, but she will be followed everywhere she goes, and the double amount of guards have spread around the house.
Nothing can or will happen to her now.
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I didn't sleep in my own bed tonight. I just couldn't seemt to fall asleep in the same room I almost had my last breaths.
Instead, I asked Lucas If I could sleep with him tonight, which he happily accepted, and we watched a show together until the bright morning sun shines now through the curtains.
When I wake up after I doze of –at the part my favorite character died– I hear a loud breaking noise coming from the room one floor up.
I try sneaking out of Lucas's bed, but come to a stop when I feel his arms strangled around me. He's cuddling me like I'm his personal teddy bear, and when I move he mumbles softly in his sleep, and tries reaching out again to me.
That's why I stay laying still in my bed, trying to detect anymore noise coming from upstairs.
When I hear none, and assume I heard it wrong, I try going back to sleep, too tired to care anymore.
