Semua Bab Fatal Attraction : Bab 1 - Bab 5

AuracioMy jet landed in Las Vegas after several hours of flight. The burning atmosphere of the sin city doesn’t surprise me. What surprises me more is the welcome. It’s not a lackey or a second-rate guy who comes to greet us, no. It’s him. The bloodthirsty one himself. This shows he really cares about this partnership. And he’s right. One doesn’t treat me lightly. Respect is the first rule. Otherwise, you end up with your mouth full of lead in a rusty trunk out in the desert.Upon our descent, we are escorted to a secure hangar. The checks are strict. Metal detectors, full searches, cameras trained on every movement. Trust does not exclude control, as they say. I let it happen. I’ve learned to tolerate this kind of formality when dealing with men who have no faith or law.Once the checks are finished, we shake hands.— Good evening, welcome to you. I hope the flight went well?— Very well, thank you.— Follow me, please.Ten vehicles are lined up in front of the hangar, like a king’s

JohnMy name is John Smith. Forty-five years old, two children from different mothers, ten and six years old. No regrets, no illusions. Their mother? Stories without a future that have turned into permanent responsibilities. I am not made for normality. Ever since I was a kid, weapons, fights, trafficking, everything forbidden fascinated me. I was drawn to the forbidden like a moth to a flame.I grew up with a loving mother. Too loving. She gave everything, sacrificed everything. But her love wasn't enough. There was this emptiness, this inner fire that nothing could calm. So I fled. I left home at thirteen. I hung out on the streets, slept outside, stole to eat. Then I crossed paths with a gang leader. He saw my potential. Or my evil.My initiation rite? Kill. At fifteen, I pulled the trigger for the first time. The sensation… strange. No remorse. Just a rush of pure adrenaline. At twenty-five, I was number two. And at thirty, after two assassination attempts orchestrated by my boss,