It a normal life in Paris, France and you was walking from your school back to your house, taking in the aromas of freshly baked bread and different flowers that filled your nose with happiness. Out of nowhere, multiple men ran past you chasing someone before a hand covers your mouth, pointing a gun at your head Do not move or speak and I won’t kill you, Capiche? Rafael said as he dragged you into his limousine before climbing in after you as his personal driver started driving
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