Is this how I'm going to die?

The whitish smoke from my hookah fills my room, I watch with delight the flames dancing, insinuating and seductive, they seem to be calling me to dance a dangerous, lethal dance, I spend a few minutes dominated by a slight torpor, in my troubled mind diffuse memories of the past, I remember of things I would like to forget , the vivid and hateful image of

Alicia present at this moment, she was the woman who unfortunately brought me into the world, only because she never played the role of a mother, she was a drug addict and prostituted herself to pay for her addiction, she hated me and made a point of demonstrating this to me daily burning with her cigarette, the strong smell of marijuana making me nauseous, drowning myself several times in the bathtub while taking a shower, I also remember one of her countless lovers beating me in my room while she had sex with another in the next room, only at seven years I got rid of that hell when the guardianship council took me away from the monster I had as a mother and placed me in an orphanage where I was adopted by an important family that dominated the criminal underworld and with the death of my adoptive father I became the boss of the most dangerous mafia in the country, much to the chagrin of my brother Vitor, who did not accept that his father named his adopted son as his successor, excluding him who was a legitimate son .

I get out of bed and quickly leave the room as if those voices and those painful memories were

stop and leave me alone for a second, I grabbed my Kawasaki ninja and ran off aimlessly, aimlessly without even bothering to take a security guard with me, the icy wind on my face and the adrenaline that ran through my veins reminding me that I'm alive there was a moment that I forgot about this simple fact, I park in front of a nightclub, entering the same one that was crowded, the fascinating lights and the familiar smell of alcohol and women making me excited, I sit down next to the counter drinking one shot after another of whiskey, I turn my attention back to the stage when the owner of the venue announces the dancer of the night, the men perch around the stage like a dog in front of a butcher shop, I get up next to them to see what all the fuss is about, I'm surprised with the dancer who was a small and delicate woman like a doll, her lips like a flower bud, her eyes as blue as the sky on a calm summer morning, a profusion of golden curls falling on me Looking at her back, I noticed that the short, sexy clothes didn't suit her, it felt like a disproportionate costume.

She moved sensually on stage, the men howled when she slid down the pole dancing pole hanging upside down she looked like a goddess in that instant our eyes met and for the first time in my life I felt my heart beat faster.

When she left the stage minutes later, the men howled calling her back but she disappeared without looking back through a door, the discouraged men dispersed. my side .

__ Hello

__ Hi..

I went through the whole woman, she was very attractive but my mind was on someone else.

___ ALONE?

__ Is what it seems..

__ accept company?

___ no and if I wanted company it wouldn't be you

___moron

With that said, she left stomping on her high heels, visibly irritated by the rejection, I ended up not avoiding a mocking giggle, I ordered another tequila, sipping at once, I paid and then I headed out of the club to smoke a cigarette, a few minutes later I was leaning against a wall in a dirty alley smoking peacefully, unlike the inside of the club that was crowded out here it was deserted, it was clear that here was a dangerous place but I didn't care I was always fascinated by danger and death that's why I went to places like this, I'm done my cigarette and walked down said alley to return to the club.

___ Nicolas Montenegro?

The firm voice came from a tall hooded man a short distance from me, he had a pistol in his hands, which made his intention clear and despite knowing that I didn't have the slightest chance, I still tried to grab my weapon in my waistband, but before I reached it I heard the gunshot and a hot liquid ran down my skin, I put my hand on my abdomen and when I lifted it, it was soaked in blood, my blood was bright red, I faltered a step, falling face down on the dirty floor, I knew it would end I wanted to kill myself so I held my breath pretending to be dead feeling his hand on my neck checking my breath and then right after that he kicked me in the ribs, I didn't move or make any noise despite the pain I felt, convinced that I was dead the man calls someone saying:

___ It's done Boss Nicolas Montenegro is dead..

I remained motionless while listening to the footsteps walking away down the alley, when I was sure the man was gone I dragged myself through the alley leaving a trail of blood I sat down against the wall I was weak and felt dizzy due to the amount of blood lost I knew that unconsciousness would soon arrive and probably death, when I imagined how I was going to die I didn't think it would be alone like a stray dog ​​in a dirty alley, I took a deep breath, my dry mouth just wanted a drink of water, I didn't want to die of thirst.

I hear footsteps coming in this direction, I thought it was that man who was coming back to check again if he had indeed died but to my surprise it was the young ballerina from the nightclub, when she saw me sitting there bleeding she widened her eyes covering her mouth with her hand .

___ help me, help me… I say

Such an effort made me spit blood the young woman looks scared in all directions and then starts to walk away quickly obviously she didn't want to be caught with a man shot to death, I don't blame her she understood her reaction anyone in her place would do the same thing , I closed my eyes resigned to my sad fate, opening them minutes later, when I felt a soft, warm touch on my face, the young ballerina had returned and knelt beside me, holding my face between her hands., the young woman said nothing, she just looked at me fixedly she was shaking a lot, I could feel her fear in the air.

___ help me…