e said this two months ago I would have laugh

s. I always trusted that my actions would always give me reactions. Whether it be good or bad,

e forms and layers of decisions and thin

s absolutely no. The persons I trusted the most, the people I would die for, the m

oming disaster that takes away everything I have. And that is what is happening onc

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ing, I did to

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ce not even choosing to listen to me once nor did they give me a

prove itself mo

me. Maybe that's its very hard to trust someone. Because if a person who you didn't trust did something to you, you may be angered. But if t

back there again. This is a choice I took to myself.

am I k

o are given money to either kill me or kidnap me. And I don't want any of those things to hap

my way to the check-in. They are still following me. From here I couldn't see the tattoos of which mafia it is fr

there are almost fifteen men here. All similarly built with a fire tattoo on thei

of biting, I guess. But that is not enough. There are fifteen men onl

would have an advantage over it. There are police here. Who could do nothing against the mafia. Because as I know, the Italian mafia does human trafficking and

and still, they didn't do anything. My thoughts were cut off as

e tickets. Last security. And as I was giving the tic

rted barking so loudly and got the attention of almost the whole airport. He attacked the person who did this without hesitating a

no time for anyone to absorb what is happening. On the other hand, I could see Charlie doi

ed in. I got four scratches on my arms and a punch to my ribs. I think one of my ribs is broken. The pain is worse. I st

idn't expect any help

. But I released him when he turned blue. But as I thought for a minute that I won, a bullet crashed straight into

ie killing the person who shot me and the last thing I heard

ing Charli

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