𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕

"From the moment I was born I was destined in this street shit. My father practically owned every block, as a Hispanic and black he had every connection, very important connections. He was never a good man, he killed my mother then killed himself and I watched at the age of 16. After he passed, everything got passed down to me, Dantè didn't live with me. He lived with his mother but he'd visit up until our father passed.
For years I didn't hear from him but with everything passed down to me I had a name to live up to. So I killed, I robbed, I took. All to maintain my fathers name. 
All of his friends were raising me, I was never at home with my grandmother. I was on the streets, selling doing whatever was needed. I hadn't realized that my father was in deep shit until 6 years in the game. There's these people in Mexico that he had never payed back from a drug deal. They're dangerous people. Since my father passed everything went me I had to take care of it, they wanted 30,000, in cash.
Now I had money but not that type of money, so I got involved and made investments everywhere with drugs, saving and saving. I never reached the owed amount, only half which led to me having to get Dantè involved.
Me and your brothers beef started as a money war, I kept my distance because of my respect for Dantè, I knew he deserved more so I stayed away from your brother and just leveled in more investments to move weight
after I told him everything
He agreed to help, we were blood so he was down for whatever. All we needed was money, no killing just money.
His suspicions grew of me though, this shit made him paranoid, everywhere he looked he was on edge and remember he shot at Michael
I had never asked him to do that, the Los Zetas had got to him and used me, they were telling him that I was the one who needed him to kill when it wasn't
I knew...I knew something was up when Dantè stopped coming around, barely speaking to me.
That's when I heard his mother had passed, and guilty, I stayed away from him because I knew it was my fault, for even getting him involved with my mess.
I regret getting him involved everyday.
If I knew he would've took his own life...if I knew Solàna. I wouldn't have gotten him involved I wouldn't have asked for his help.
During that time I was finally able to pay the Los Zetas back, once I payed them back I realized how much shit I had got involved, how much I had caused.
So I decided to start over
I had more than enough money to but I knew I'd be lonely in the process, all I had was my grandmother and a bunch of lost ass niggas
So I bought a big ass house, let my grandma live in it, let my niggas become paid bodyguards
I then decided to try to find a wife, it's not much in New York honestly
I'm 25, life goes by fast and I figured I'd rather spend it with someone then by myself
You were everything I needed. I still hadn't a clue all I knew was that you had a boyfriend
I didn't even know about your brother, I didn't know he had a sister
I just knew about YOU
I fell in love with just you, I'd ask girls at your school about you and they'd answer and the more I found out about you the more I wanted you
My patience is low and my temper is short, so with that I took you
I know you can hate me for it
You can be mad at me forever if you want, I understand
But I do need you, rather you give me hate or love"