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LEMON JUICE KING

Marco was obsequious, eager to comply with anything. 'I have $3000 cash now; I'll give it to you. Let's go to my room.'

At Bali Village, Marco gave Rafael $3000 cash, two surfboards and another camera. Rafael did his own sweep, taking anything else of any value, including a paraglider, which he knew Marco needed for Lemon Juice runs, and his passport. 'I don't want this shit, I want my money. I give you two weeks. If you don't pay, first I'm gonna burn your passport just to fuck you. Second, I'm gonna torture you. The rest is secret. You gonna have to wait to see what I do.' Rafael was calmer now, and trying to scare him into submission.

It worked. Marco organised most of the cash within two weeks.

Everybody on the island talked about this. Nobody ever expected me to do that. I was the nicest guy in the world and then I went crazy. But nobody fuck with me after that. Because Marco was the top, famous guy here, and then I made him like a chicken in front of all his guys on the beach. I don't know why nobody had done that before because he was bad, he did bullshit with everybody, small things like he takes money and promises, 'Tomorrow I bring your Lemon Juice,' and then, 'Oh, tomorrow, tomorrow.' But I was the one who give big shit to him.

Afterwards, we become friends again. He say, 'Oh, I never think you're gonna punch me like that.' I say, 'I never think you were gonna fuck me like that. You're lucky I didn't stick the knife in you; I was ready. I was thinking to clean my name, the best way to kill you and then everybody's afraid, nobody going to try to bullshit me anymore. Because you know how people talk, everybody will say, "Oh, Rafael killed Marco, don't play with him, because he can kill you." . . . Like I say to Marco, 'You're going to be my marketing to be a bad boy.'