Dante will rip his head off. He will take it with both hands and turn until a crunch in the cervical vertebrae. It seemed to Chico that he smelled all over of sticky, stinking sweat, and that fear wafted from him a mile away, while Dante, like a predator, would smell this smell and understand everything.

But he's good, he jumped off that shit. Myself. And Erica pulled out.

I left the envelope with the money in the storage room, as indicated in the message, and now you can breathe easy. He wanted terribly to sniff coke and forget himself, but he gave up on this rubbish.

He returned home,...