ard'

ot to be as crazy as it used to be. But every night, I could see Pierre coming out of Max's room with his messy hair. And that very night, I last saw Pierre. Because the following day, we were surprised by Pierre, who committed suicide by hanging himself. As for Max, he d

tart. Without saying much, I stabbed both of Max's hands. He was too weak against me, who was much younger than him. Coupled with his short stature and a bit chubby, I love it when Max screams in pain. I liked the sound of pain that came out of his mouth. I didn't mean to kill Max so quickly. I tortured him little by little. Every time he was in pain, I felt the pain that Pierre felt was starting to pay off. Max cursed me with his dirty words, but I didn't care and continued to stab my knife at several parts of his body. All aspects of Max's body have received knife scratches from me, starting from his hands, thighs, legs, ears, and cheeks. And when he begged for h

ame. . At the age of 25, I became the leader of The W Mafia. When I showed the letter to Max's subordinates, none of them rejected me as their new leader. They must h

for killing

d bought a new, more prominent place for me to live in with my associates. Unlike Max, who was stupid about managing his money, I founded several clubs of my own in Casablanca. And running Max's company in my name, w

. Maybe a child under that umbrella. That's what crossed my mind when I saw the umbrella. When my car almost approached the child with the cute umbrella, suddenly, my driver's vehicle swayed to the right, and it surprised me. I turned to

the store, I looked at the food I could only see before, because I couldn't afford it. I smiled sadly, remembering the dark times I faced in the past. I grabbed some needed stuff and walked over to the cashier's shirt. In front of the counter, I saw a wet girl and a pink umbrella decorated with cat ears in her hands. I looked at her for a moment. Her clothes were completely soaked from the splash of water earlier. I thought the little boy who u

Richa