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Chapter 1
The package
Damon
Walking myself through the club's entrance, I was confronted with the smell of alcohol. I moved right trying to avoid the deep sick air but breathing only from my mouth I succeeded the opposite. The headache exploded as a volcano inside my head burning my thought, got lost in the air. I wore my sunglasses to protect my eyes from Climax's lights and when everything around me became dark I kept moving in the hallway. Smoking I opened the iron massive door and moved under the cheap wood's surface which was sounding sucks even if I hadn't drunk so much Whisky last night. Dragging my boots, I crossed the interior of Climax, Juliet's level.
Climax was one of the best clubs in town. People who were coming there filled their bodies with drugs, a lot of alcohol and then destroyed everything. This was their entertainment a fight between them and the music, a war with the others who were around them. Truth was that that was the reason which Climax had opened. To collect people in a place that we could discover easier dealers who dealing for their pleasure from those who forced to do it. Recognising the rat, we came close to them rather than to collect information. From then the useful became members of the Family – a gang which I was leader. Family had four basic members who were loyal to our purpose. All the others were just a number which was growing up in Family. Everyone wanted to belong somewhere and that was the reason which my Family was becoming bigger and stronger.
The truth was a little different, for example.... Through Family I just did my job.
Smoking the cigarette, I left my lungs filled with nicotine and as I walked slowly, eventually I arrived in the corner who was standing Lyon Fimmel. I passed him nodding, like a sign to follow me, and I kept on to my office room. Lyon was nice guy. He belonged in VMA for too many years, and he was one of the four basic members of my Family the last two months. He was clever, faithful and good fighter... I hadn't reason not to trust him. When I finally crossed the Eyes' level and moved towards the end of the hallway, I was feeling for real very exhausted. I was still trying to think clear like they wanted, inside the box following the rules who had taught me to respect. But that moment the reality was completely different. The effort to do the right thigs like keeping alive all Family's members seemed to have the same difficulty with my choice to keep distance from cocaine.
That drug was a whore and that whore knew how to become the biggest need in my body. Whore tried to do that last night. She came close to me but finally lost. I managed to control myself against that need, filling my organism with litters of alcohol. Thinking all that had happened I pushed the door and I entered in the room. The interior of my office was almost shit. There were so many empty bottles on the coffee table and around it, three ashtrays full of cigarette butts on it, which seemed like a bombarded aera. The floor's surface was covered with magazines, clothes or unuseful things and trash. Staring that mess, I couldn't confess to myself the fucking truth. Picture looked shit like my life.
