ISLA
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Just like he’d been doing for the past week, Greg brought my food upstairs. Whenever he did, he stayed for a while to ask me how I was. It wasn’t just about getting kidnapped, it was also about the fact that I killed someone for the first time.
Greg admitted that his first kill had been brutal on him, but mine was worse because it was someone I knew. The boy was only sixteen yet he was speaking about deaths like it was nothing. The mafia world was f****d up but it was something we had come to accept.
I always told him I was okay, but he didn’t believe me even if I genuinely meant it. Sure, I had nightmares that had to do with Ryan for the first few days, but I quickly conditioned myself into accepting that I didn’t do anything wrong. The man had assaulted me. There was a banda
