I'am Bad Boy
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Pasaron varios años desde que la vida de Dylan Johnson dio un giro inesperado.
Despertando nuevos sentimientos, nuevas emociones, nueva vida.
Él no eligió ser así, la vida no jugo a su favor.
Su personalidad poderosa y cortante intimidaba a cualquiera que crucé frente a él.
El amor era inexistente para él, solo tenía ojos para su amada, la cuál ya no estaba, la asesinaron de la manera mas cruel, la culpa lo asecha.
Decide vengar a su amada, pero descubre algo que jamás pensó.
-¿Tú? ¿Tú lo hiciste? -Intentaba contener las lágrimas.
-Sí, fui yo. tanto tiempo, ¿Cómo has estado? -Una sonrisa se dibujo en su rostro, una sonrisa que quería eliminar para siempre.
No puedo creer que él fue quién asesino a mi amada, no puedo creer que a pesar de nuestra relación, él decidió hacer tal atrocidad... La pregunta es, ¿Por qué lo hizo?
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