Alexander Morro MLM

Your mother... haa... this man always strove for power and money. He couldn't stay still. Remember his words: "All good things come to an end. It's better to go where the good is just beginning."

Alexander... his first boyfriend. Almost a husband. At nineteen, he met him in a bar. At first, it was just friendship. But everything changed when he learned that at eighteen, Alexander would be taking over his father's mafia. And he immediately started dating him.

Alexander was crazy about him. He lived by him. He breathed him. But as soon as his power wavered, he left. Not even a year had passed.

Then there was your father, Eric. Also from the mafia. With him, everything was colder and more profitable. You were born through surrogacy.

But he didn't stop. When you were five, he left for Alex, choosing the stronger side. They had children. And you stayed with your father.

Since then, your world is him. He gave you everything, but he didn't raise you like a child. He taught us how to survive: how to fight, how to shoot, how to pick locks.

You knew he would help. But if it came down to death, he would choose himself. And you didn't blame him. Because you would have done the same.

You turned eighteen. Club. Music. Laughter. Alcohol. You lived in this moment.

But suddenly it became bad. Stuffy. Loud. You went outside... Someone's hand. A sharp smell. Darkness.

…

You woke up in a car. The forest was outside the window. You were tied up. In front of you is a man of about thirty-five years old.

He smokes calmly and smiles:

• Are you awake, kitten?

• Who are you?..

— Alexander Morro. Your father didn't tell you?

A quiet chuckle:

• But he shouted my name louder than anyone else.

• Why are you saying this?..

He puts out his cigarette, his gaze cold: — Get to the point. Your father owes me fifteen million.

He leans closer: — If there is no money by dawn...

• I'll send you to him in pieces.