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Damien 195.

As I stepped out of Emilio's house, the weight of his words hung heavy on my shoulders like a suffocating shroud. The revelation of his true nature, as the mastermind behind the criminal activities plaguing our lives, left me reeling with a sense of dread and despair. How could I have been so blind to the darkness lurking within my wife's own father?

Each step I took away from that house felt like a march towards an uncertain future, one fraught with danger and uncertainty. The image of Emilio, his cold gaze fixed upon me with a hint of malice, burned into my mind like a brand, a constant reminder of the sinister forces at play.

As I climbed into my car and started the engine, the sound of its roar drowned out by the cacophony of thoughts swirling in my head. My hands gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, the familiar comfort of the leather providing little solace in the face of the chaos raging within me.

I drove home in silence, the road stretching out