Sold to the máfia Dom

Puglia, where cooking has become my new routine. At first, the owner, Luíza, didn't really believe in my skills, but after the first test, the tables started filling up, and she had no

the scholarship I

what little he can get on drugs, can't hold down a job, and slowly sold everything we had at home. The greatest loss for me was the lap

the moment that c

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ere?"-my voice echoed through the empt

ter months of my father working hard as a bricklayer, was gone. A chill ran down my spine as I dropped the grocery bags on t

d out, but my

me. He was snorting cocaine, a dangerous amount of powder spread across the t

he mumbled, his eyes glazed, tryin

g back, my body overtaken by a mix of anger and disgust. H

rching for the laptop that used to be there. It w

" The question came out as

me, unable to look me in the eye. The st

broke just saying the words, and I knew t

ma. There was no food in the

"There was nothing in the fridge because you spe

t leaving my body sore-but the physical pain was nothing compared to

want!" he roared, storming out

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from me, selling whatever he can to feed his addiction. I've had to hide the little money I earn. Sometime

the boarding house, Luíza came in

ace red and sweaty like sh

I asked, dropping the broo

r for her but quickly rea

ems like someone around here owes money to Mattia Di La

have to do with me

He owes Mattia. They're

und disappear