Chapter 9: Alvaro.

Alvaro's POV.

I was nine years old when my father passed. No, I shouldn't say he passed, it made it sound like a natural cause when he was murdered in cold blood on the street.

There was an up-and-coming gang in the city called the Diabolos and for initiation—to be the gang leader's left nut I suppose—my father was the target.

Put a bullet in him and you were going to be the pet. The right hand man of the new boss.

My father didn't know it yet because he was too distracted by my mother. She was cheating on him with one of his men and he found out. It drove him insane.

Heartbroken he turned to the bottle. I would come home from school to find him passed out in the living room. I was just a kid but I should have done something more to save my father from himself and what we didn't know was coming.

He felt embarrassed. He had a lot of regrets and I remembered one crucial piece of advice he gave me. "No te cases Una mujer te romperá de maneras que no sabías que eran posibles."

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