(Warning: Mention of violence and r**e)
Kay.
"No, you are lying, you f*****g i***t," I shout in frustration, punching him in the face before going for the gun on the table.
This i***t is playing games with me, and I will make sure he pays for that.
"Believe it or not, he is the heir to the Russian mafia. The one Carlos killed was Victor's illegitimate son, he had with his mistress," he says, spitting out blood from his busted lip.
No.
Has he been playing me the whole time?
I thought he was the only friend I had and could trust. Is this real, for heaven's sake?
"Where is he right now?" I turn around, placing my finger on the trigger.
Today I won't rest until everyone messing with me is dead.
Starting with this one, next will be my long-time fake friend.
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