Beauty is a double-edged sword. It can be a blessing or a curse.
For Rosa, it is more of the later. Her whole life she has been viewed, treated and used like an object by others, including her own family.
She went to the crime ridden metropolis of L...
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I woke up in a good mood today. I raise myself from the bed. Like always, I kiss mom's portrait I keep on my bedstand.
Hmm, I still remmember the sweet taste of her lips... Rosa's, when she surrenders to me, will taste the same.
Speaking of Rosa, I have reflected that what I may need is a change of strategy. I was probably a tad bit too impatient with her. She needs more time to know me, and maybe if I start playing nice, she'll change her attitude.
Rosa is quite the stubborn woman. The tougher I am on her, the more determined she gets to disobey me.
I go to my bathroom and take a quick shower. I look at myself at the mirror. My lip has healed completely, though a little scar is still visible.
I hated having that thing on my face... How does Elias lives waking up everyday to he is missing an eye. Ugh... Just imagining such a thing tainting my perfect face disgusts me.
I begin my morning care. One thing I dislike, is the idea that men can't take care of themselves or else they are sissies. Hell, I would rather be one And hot than many and ugly!
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I put some facial cream and carefully comb my hair, so that not a single strand falls out of place. I slightly shave a bit of my beard, so that it stays always the right size. I gaze upon my beautiful muscles, covered in black tattoos. Father hates them. When I go my first ones at 15 he said it is something for street gangs. But he is just old.
"Nero, we have to talk."
Argh.. He at least had the common sense to not pester me about it the other night. Thanks to her little stunt, Claudio now knows everything. I bet it was his beloved Niko who snitched... Though I'd rather not think about that bastard again, I am in a good mood this morning.
I open my wardrobe to grab my clothes. Wait... the shirts are out of place...
I throw them on the floor, reaveling my safe. It is closed. I insert the combination and open it up. Thank God... All the money is there, but I will have to count it later just to be sure. Though I doubt there's a thief bold enough in the state to try to steal from us, at our house.
