Shitfather قصص

I've never wanted to be this way, but it's the only way I know. Maybe it's the way I was raised ,the things I was exposed to, or it's just the way I am . "Angel?" I turn to face the man that raised me. "Yes father", he gestures for me to come closer with his thick calloused hand. "I need you to do something for me." Pulling out a file he places it on the desk in front of me. "You see this boy.. I need you to Kill him." "Yes father." ©2014 AAA