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a Mafia who picked me up from the streets of Casablanca. I have great respect for that old man. No one does not bow when they hear his name. He also cooperates with the Government in handling illegal drugs. Under the guise of an honest businessman, Max can smuggle illicit goods in unlawful drugs and cocaine powder throughout Casablanca and other countries by bribing the people who work at Customs to get the illegal goods. Max always takes me

bounds. He blatantly abused me when we were at his favorite club in Casablanca. Max was holding my private area at the club, as I was right next to him, escorting him as usual when meeting with some of his black market comrades. I remember how my blood was boiling, and I wanted to kill Max right then and there, but I couldn't. Because of

hat he and the rest of Mac's subordinates already knew about Max's treatment of people he found attractive. Pierre is the same as me. He comes from the street. Pierre runs away from an orphanage that provides him with shelter and food due to being abused by his friends at the orphanage. They told Pierre that all prospective foster parents who came to adopt children wou

on the TV table, which was right in front of Max's door. Max's room had its living room, and it was right in front of Max's door. I called out Max's name, but there was no answer other than a faint sigh in the other room, Max's bedroom. I tread carefully at that time to see what happened. And how surprised I was when I saw Pierre being crushed by Max