Craving My Best Friend’s Father

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A shot rang off in the distance, cracking the silent night. The chants that followed told me they were here, for me. I had stolen a small substance from them, I had no idea what it was but it was something they valued greatly. I had sold it and that's how I got the little money I had with me.The Loz Zetas were a notorious Mexican cult, feared by all who knew of their existence. Their reputation for violence and cruelty was well-known, and they were widely regarded as one of the most dangerous criminal organizations in the country.As I burst out of the building and into the street, the sound of gunfire echoed through the air. People around me panicked and began to run, screaming in terror as the Loz Zetas shot randomly into the sky. Their rough, unkempt appearances gave away their association with a life of crime and violence. They were dressed in all black, with leather jackets and combat boots, their dark clothing blending in with the shadows. Their faces were obscured by bandanas...