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2000— The death of Alexis Castro, president of Cuba

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2000— The death of Alexis Castro, president of Cuba. His death was a natural cause, but the recordings of Rafael Gamboa plotting his death spoke otherwise.

2006— The leader of the Partido Unido de los Trabajadores in Colombia, Gustavo Senate, was slaughtered to death by Gamboa’s hands and reported missing.

Paula Muñez died in 2007 in El Salvador because she got too close to finding out his secret passageways to the East ports of the country.

An explosion happened in America when Maria Fernández visited her beach house because she would have stopped all trafficking in Honduras, whether drug or human.

The last politician dead was in Guatemala when Oscar Consuelo caught him too many times trading drugs in the northern triangle.

The innocent lives of children, women and men followed throughout the years. Gamboa was banned from many Caribbean islands and could only nestle in Africa, Australia and Cuba. The man needed to die.

“Don’t kill him.”

Vixen had better give me a valid reason why the man shouldn’t die. I’d be doing the world a favour if I killed him. No doubt Rafael would buy himself from behind bars.

July 18th, 2023— The article caught my attention. “Hombre y mujer asesinados a tiros en su casa.” I read the article, and my hearing took a different turn. I stopped breathing when their names appeared in every paragraph. The photos of Victoria, Alicia and David popped up. Their personal information—they had every detail of Victoria’s life in this PDF.

[Man and woman shot dead in their home.]

She grew up with a cat and a dog. She wore braces for four years and had poor academic scores. They kidnapped her twin, Julia Rodriguez, at age six.

The plot is about how Edoardo’s crazy wife separated them in the park and how Antonio fathered those children. Alicia ran away pregnant. The photos were everywhere. They followed Alicia when she fled Italy. She was known as Antonio Rossi’s puttana. There were pictures when she left the hospital—the birth records—the woman never had freedom.

Adrik never told me this! Why would he? I never even thought deeply about the matter, especially when I first saw Victoria in Adrik’s club. “Fuck!” My anger sparked like an electric wire the more I read. She had a boyfriend up to the point where Gamboa took her. Did he even care where she was? Did he try searching for her when she never returned his texts or calls? Victoria’s parents died almost two years ago. It felt like it happened yesterday.

They trafficked her into Russia not long before, and that was the first time we met. Fuck, it was a never-ending cycle in that year for her. One year has passed since we saved her from those sex houses. I could only imagine how painful this was for her.

Their lives were nothing because Rafael Gamboa had it planned out of paper. He was like the master manipulator with the puppet strings. He watched and waited before pouncing on his prey.

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