La Razzia
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They were taught in unity, for one, and for together. A family of bond and solidarity. A family of trust and certainty. A family of benevolence and sympathy. History had never build attachments between them and nor had gratitude. It was acceptance that tied their strings, and appreciation. Most of all there were skills, there were capabilities, talents, inadequacies, downfalls, suffering, and voids. But they were made for it all, to complete what was absent in another. Souls that were lost, minds at sea, hearts with no place called home. They believed in eternity, they were an eternity. Many said there was no forever. But it was Sin City. Impossibilities were impossible.
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Raven has worked for years on becoming the best of the best with The Snakes gang ever since she realized life doesn't give equal opportunities. But when it comes to the real test of loyalty, her world turns upside down when she learns a whole new meaning of that word. Tears will be shed, kisses will be shared, blood will be spilled, but her boiling anger will shine the brightest on her endeavor of befriending the enemy and burning the bridges that she has crossed in the past. *** He kept a neutral face, but his eyes said it all. They made me want to apologize and fix the mess I made because they looked just so...abandoned. Lost, like he doesn't know what to do with his life anymore. That sent another anxious feeling to my gut. Did I look the same? Did we both look lost? I was never found to begin with. All I could focus on was the emotion in his eyes. That deep shade of blue caressed by betrayal. That longing from before was gone because he was stuck, just like I always was. *** I should have known that this endeavor wasn't going to end so easily. Because I haven't died yet. And the villain always dies at the end of the story. *** Dreams don't come true because they're not reality. They're an alternate future where anything is possible. But that's not LA. A bright and crowded city with layers of sin and darkness underneath it, ready to prey on its most naive victims. I should know because I was one of them. ***

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