Fast and furious why do you when  need me  ( fast and furious fanfic )(on hold )

Fast and furious why do you when need me ( fast and furious fanfic )(on hold )

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when i came to brazil there was cops every where people closeing windows runing inside when the cops passed but i tought why not make this a free country so i found a guy who has guns and speacil wepons i found every family and told them to stay inside that im going make things right and that same night i ran all cops out off town but i told them if they wanted to be bad they would have to deal with me now. and now im the most feared in other countrys. but when a mission comes i will never stand down. because wining is winning even if its in miles or secondes and family always comes first.
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FAKE

PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.

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