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SNOWING IN BALI

Rafael ignored the chitchat, and crushing his foot harder into Marco's neck, shouted, 'I want my money now, motherfucker.' He snatched a camera off the edge of Marco's boat and slung it around his neck. 'Now, I'm gonna take everything you've got. What else? Give me your watch.' He ripped the Rolex off his wrist, saw it was a fake and stuffed it in his pocket anyway.

'I have money, please don't kill me, please.'

Rafael looked down at the Judas. 'I will kill you, fool, but first I want my money. Now stand up, motherfucker, let's go.' Marco's men moved aside, clearing a path for the crazed drug boss to pass with his captive.

I get, like, evil.

As they walked, a reckless stranger flew over and snapped a photo. Rafael went beserk, yanking the knife out of his back pocket and pointing it at him, screaming, 'You come here, motherfucker, give me the fucking camera now.' He handed it over instantly.

One of Marco's horses tried to calm him down. 'Rafael, come on, don't do this.'

Rafael spun around with his knife held ready to attack. 'You want to fight me too, motherfucker, come on then, try your luck,' he shouted. He swept around with the knife, slicing the air, daring anyone to make a move, then grabbed Marco, and snapped, 'Marco, come with me, come.'

He came like a chicken.

The atmosphere in the car was tense. 'How're you going to pay me, motherfucker?' Rafael spat tersely. 'I want my $20,000 plus the cost of the pills.'