The Photographer and The Mafia

The Photographer and The Mafia

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Imagine going on a beautiful trip to paris France with two of your gorgeous friend. You guys are having fun,Paris is absolutely gorgeous and you're capturing the beauty with your camera,you're playing cupid-setting ur friend with your other guy friends,fun right? Uh yeah,Unless you're Citlalli Mendoza (A.K.A Me),Who somehow caught the eye of a...Mafia? "You're a photographer" He didn't even asked,he stated. "Yeah,why do you have the need to ask me?" I skeptically answered back. "Because,Citlalli Mendoza my boss has requested me to bring you to him.We have lots of reward if you can do your job using the camera-for us." I stared shocked,"uh-no,I'm good,I do not need the money" I was walking away till The man grabbed my arm,"I did not say you had a choice,Same place same time,don't forget to be prepared tomorrow. Then he left-Shit,I am In big trouble.
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