Trust:
firm belief in the reliability, truth, or ability of someone or something. the belief that you can trust someone or something
When you begin to trust something or someone you get addicted to it but it is dangerous to trust blindly and also no...
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"Oh come on Alfonso we have to leave its already midnight" Valerio said standing up from his chair.
"Let me just...its almost...Done" I said wrapping up my mac book. I just hate it when Ricardo gives me all his work. I mean he works 24/7 but sometimes he's merciless at work. "I'm gonna drive tonight" Valerio but before he could reach the car keys I snatched it.
"Nah, Nah, Imma drive tonight" I said. Valerio playfully rolled his eyes.
Valerio and I reached the parking lot where my Laferrari was parked. As we walked towards the car, I couldn't help but admire its seek lines and powerful engine. Valerio and I got into the car and strapped ourselves in. I turned the key in the ignition and engine roared to life. I could feel the power of the car beneath me.
We pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road. The highway was clear of coarse it was midnight, and we picked up speed, racing down the road. The car hugged the curves effortlessly, and the adrenaline was pumping through our veins.
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As Alfonso was driving the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. My thoughts were preoccupied with wondering where our mom had taken our little sister, Rosalie. She was the one and only reason for my happiness, and ever since our mom had divorced our dad and taken Rosalie with her, everything had changed.
After mom and Rosalie left, Dad died a few months later. Ricardo our oldest brother, became the only one who raised us all. He was a tough man, and at time he could be rude, but I knew deep down that he loved us all.
Ricardo worked hard I mean at the age seventeen he became the don of the Spanish mafia. He made sure that we always had food on the table and clothes on out backs. He was strict with us, but also fair.
It's been nearly seven years since mom and Rosalie left. I remember the days when Rosalie used to play with her twin Diego. Ricardo was usually there to protect her. She used to giggle around and wore that little pink frocks of her. It was literally illegal to touch her toys.
