Novel & Cerita Víctor Manuel Casillas Arias

This was his father, Casillas, who smiled when he gave out death sentences. Casillas, who liked watching people suffer more than he liked breathing. He had said it himself years ago, half-joking in front of Susanna while we all drank at some exclusive party: “Children are only useful as long as they serve a purpose. If they become liabilities, well… I don’t keep broken toys.” I remember laughing, like it was the joke of the century, like I didn’t know what kind of man he really was. Now I couldn’t laugh. I stood frozen by the door, my thumb hovering over the screen. Should I call again? Text him? Try a friend?

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”