The Black Dahlia

n you into an animal. No feelings, no emotions

with the dealings of the cartel. His mother toughened him since a young age. Cannot blame her, the violent nature of cartels in Mexico and with the death

someone who loves dogs can never be a bad person. That was the only part of innocence he carried within him. His days were spent training in differ

most like he had lived his entire life in military, such was the amount of d

fighting training along with meditation, followed by breakfast and a quick meeting with his trusted members of the

hotels not only in Mexico but the whole of South America. He seamlessly moved through his roles. He was a charmer, proficient in five languages

ect few knew about his Mafioso connections, many had their doubt but no one could really put two a

school his mother preferred to have him home-schooled so that he could spend maximum time

es who created a false situation have them executed, he managed to overpower a police man grab his AK-47 and slaughtered everyone swiftly, saving his father's life and also his right hand man's life in

re judging him. Observe his circumstances and ask yourself, can you reall

pet, the real head was his wife. She pulled the shots from the shadows and he was just following her orders, not to undermine his intellect he was an equally s

thless, he did learn a lot of artistic and philosophical stuff from his dad, but that

s younger siblings as well. He played the ro

ss and responsibilities of operating the cartel, so tha

p the needy and serve her community, hence she chose t

he "Mexican Picasso". In short he was the prodigal son of the family, the vivacious and flirtatious artist, who was not only a ladies man but also believed in living his life to the fullest. His motto was "carpe diem (seize th

to let him live his dreams but understood that his wife had noble intentions, she wanted

let him have fun and follow his dreams, he is passionate about art and really focused. He might part

kness his entire life, than see