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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-14 02:30:41

When you look outside the warehouse, you'll see an unused building. Algae clung to some sides of it, the yellow paint almost brown from heavy rains and lack of maintenance over the years. It was also in one of the worst parts of the cities, where gunshots rang daily, and gang violence was the norm. Everyone knew the rules; no snitching to the cops; nobody saw anything, and if your young died? You bury that motherfucker quietly, hoping he didn't have a debt to be collected on.

We bought this place after we rose to the top, deciding that we didn't want to interrogate people where our mom and sisters would live. I was still building the house, and I wanted them to feel safe in every way. I couldn't have my mom stumbling into places because she heard screaming. She would have whacked us for bringing violence to the house.

I follow after Emilio, the smell of disinfectant and the sound of a man's groans gracing my senses. It seemed Xiomar was already busy.

Emilio opened the door to the room
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