Luiza and I hated each other, and there was no specific reason. Maybe she hates me for telling her dad that she was seeing one of my men.

I was a big mobster, a rival of her family. I was sitting on the couch when I received a call from her. I smiled and answered, and I was very surprised by what she said.

"Daddy, I don't want to talk to you." I laugh and respond. "I'm not interested in girls calling me daddy, but I can think about your case."