CillianThe memories I had with Bernando clouded my mind, I couldn't stop feeling bad for him, I looked at his bloody corpse on the cold white tile and felt pained that he had to die in my hands, but he caused his death, and his blood his on his hand, the mafia code can't be reverse because of one man, what would my men think of me if I let him live, what's the assurance he wouldn't come back to hunt me, blood ooze out his forehead, I hardened my emotions not to betray me, he needed money for Gwen surgery he should have told me about it, I would have let him have it in exchange for his hard work and loyalty, that I would do for my men, I watch his corpse laying helplessly on floor, Ethan ripped me with his eyes trying to read my emotions about Bernardo's death for he knows how dearly he was to me, I sat motionless on the wooden chair, my eyes tilt towards the Latina girl sitting on the tiny foam on the floor hugging her legs, looking on drench in Bernardo's blood. "Boss, what's next?
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