When I honked the horn and entered the parking space, I needed to stop and the girl was literally bothering me, before I killed her, she ran away and was chased by my father's men....
As if she was the defender of the weak and oppressed, even though she was the daughter of the murderer who had been dead just hours ago, it was more than enough to distract me, in what she said, to snap me out of my murder spree. – The vacancy is his, he is an elderly man. – The girl said.
- Since when do you defend these people? – I questioned her.
I heard a series of horns coming towards me.
- Did he buy the street by chance? - I questioned.
The world is not for the weak, but for the strongest, my saint, even so, if you will be in pain for what she thought of looking for the killer Matuzalém, parking there in a trail, in which she thought the last place to be seen , until there... there was a tracker, when she was hunting him, with desire, they said he was the king of sex.
So, he can go ther
