"Do you remember when I said I had a large number of enemies? "I asked Becca, and she nodded. "Well, we never really got to have this conversation, so I think it's now or never. First of all, I need to remember my past. Back then with my mother, when I was still just a child, she said that my father had been killed by drug debts. I mean, my true father, since every man who crossed her path ended up living with us for a while. And I, like every needy child, thought they could love me too, but everyone was filthy like her. Anyway, it all starts there, when the saying who would be my real father, was a man wanted by traffickers in the neighborhood.”"Was he really an addict? "She asked.“What do you think?”Becca was sorry."It was a terrible childhood, in every way. I'm sorry, Fred.”"Don't feel it yet, I haven't reached the worst part," I warned with a dry smile. "Anyway, after I was rescued from that house, apparently, my father's enemies wanted to throw the debt on my back. Even more
"I still think the police did wrong in picking up Becca's testimony so early," said Madeleine, unwillingly poking an asparagus on her lunch plate. "Isn't everything that happened obvious to them? It's unfair that she has to keep remembering everything just so that they have the confession that the bandits didn't make.”"Without a confession, there is no crime," said Roxanne, sipping from her glass of juice. "They could not remain in prison if Becca did not confirm everything that happened, because they could still claim that they were only in the wrong place and at the wrong time.”Greta, the maid I once noticed was hitting on Fred, came next to me to serve me a little more juice. His behavior was strange, like that of all the others, who used to pretend that I wasn't around when talking about myself, and make expressions loaded with pity when they noticed me somewhere. However, she served me quickly and soon left.Fred, next to me, did not emit any sound, but he was staring at his mo
During the night, I dressed up as if I were going to the most expensive restaurant in town.I put on a dress shirt, a suit, black pants and shiny shoes. I combed my hair, which was sporting white strands in some areas, and fixed it with a wet-looking ointment. I felt nervous, as if I was taking a girl to the school ball "although I never went through this phase, for hating balls "and I got my hands sweaty when I knocked on Becca's door.Becca was wearing a long red dress, which highlighted her hair and matched the same red tone in her mouth. The dress was simple, without neckline, but with a rounded cut around the breasts, and totally straight, without openings. However, now that she was recovering her weight and getting rid of some medicines for improving her health, she was also gaining her curves and this made all the difference in her clothes.Without saying anything, but amazed by her beauty, I offered her an arm and together we walked through the side exits of the house. My moth
Fred's lips fit perfectly with mine. They were hot, moist, and as soft as I remembered. I didn't notice that I panted softly when I felt him, but from the way he acted "slightly taken by the impulse that reaction provoked", holding firmly in the back of my neck, I knew that he was attentive to my sounds.With one hand, I took to Fred's hair, messing up the strands so perfectly arranged, and feeling the roughness of the collar of his shirt around his neck. He rose to me, not totally, but enough so that I didn't have to put so much pressure on kissing him. The world has lost its sound, colors, and importance. It was the first time we touched each other intimately, since my turn, and it was as good as it had been before.Fred nibbled on my lower lip, breathing very close to my cheek, as he deepened our kiss. He didn't have any remnant of a beard, but still the firmness of his skin caused me tickling and a pleasurable feeling. I didn't notice when I got up completely, just like he did, an
"I'm already treating you like a normal person," Fred defended himself.I walked away a little and started taking off my shoes. So I took my hands to the closure of the dress, which because it was almost on the top of my back, gave me the freedom to put it on and take it off by myself. Fred looked like a rabbit trapped in a trap, almost looking at me as if he didn't know how to act in front of a woman. He was even more shocked when I jumped out of the dress, only wearing underwear."It's not this kind of normality that I'm talking about," I explained with a shy smile. Fred watched me from head to toe, and I had to remember that it had really been a long time since he saw me in underwear, because my desire was to cover me and run away. "I really miss you, Fred. In every way.”"Becca... "he seemed more embarrassed than me, I swore to have even seen his cheeks blushing. "You still need some care.”"Yes, but no one is saying that I need to abstain from sex," I disappeared, putting my hand
The next day, Becca was the one who woke me up. Not for another round of sex or something like that, but because she seemed to be cold and was poking me to hug me. We slept without realizing it, in the same position in which we interrupted the sexual act. Her hair was still thrown against the side of my neck, and her entire trunk leaned against mine.The difference in her current weight and that of the step was very evident at that moment, because it was as if she was just a feather thrown against my body. And that's why it took me so long to open my eyes and notice that she was trying to make me hug her.“Are you cold? “I asked in a hoarse voice.Becca looked at me."Are you not?”I indicated with one hand how her legs were stuck around my hips, and how her arms were clinging to my shoulders."On the contrary, I'm very comfortable.”Becca laughed in a mocking tone and stood up. The night before, I tried not to look too much at her body, when I noticed that she was shy and slightly em
I nodded, not wanting to get into that subject so I didn't have to tell the conversation I had with Becca's father. I didn't know if she would be upset or if she wouldn't mind, but I'd rather avoid it."And don't think I'm not happy with your return, please.”Becca stretched out one of her hands between us, and for a moment, I thought she would check how many fingers she saw, to know if she wasn't dreaming. However, she just touched with those fragile fingers against my face, sliding very smoothly. The touch was like feeling butterflies passing very close to my skin.“Are we able to go out today? "She asked softly.It was the first time I mentioned the desire to see the world beyond the windows of your room, so I made a surprise expression.“Where would you like to go?”"I don't know, I just want to walk.”“Are you tired of wandering around the room?”"I'm almost drilling a hole in the ground, from so many times I walk in the same place," she said, snorting. I laughed. I was laughing.
"Do you remember one of those friends of mine who visited me in the hospital? Sarah? "I asked Fred, and he denied it with his head. "She told me that she had paid a visit to Brazil once, in a very small city and in a state that few are interested in knowing. She said that there were no beaches there, but that it was mountainous and very beautiful. He said that when he visited the capital, he went crazy to realize that on every corner, there was a different bar. And even more than in each bar, a kind of bread with cheese was sold, which they used to eat all the time. At any time of the day. She said she ate it for breakfast, and that it was the best combination with coffee. This thing we are eating must be as close as the description of the bread she ate.”Fred observed his own dish in front of him, with a small round and very hot bread, which moments before had been keeping company for the basket with others of them among us. That snack bar was in a discreet place, and it was perfect
I had woken up all sweaty and panting. I had had a nightmare like that.I found myself again in that terrible basement, and the smell was so putrid that my nose burned. The men who tortured me had faces. They were well-known men. Some good, others naturally bad. And they knew me too. They smiled when they tortured me, they screamed and laughed. And I, sitting in that chair, just wanted them to be fast, because I needed to sleep and wake up in a good place.There were days when nightmares didn't happen, but lately, they were constant. So, when I woke up in panic, I didn't need to count my fingers. I simply looked out the window and saw the landscape moving, felt the soft swing of the bed, and looked in the direction of the portraits that were glued to the walls so as not to run the risk of falling. I saw the child smiling with teeth still being born, with blond hair fluttering through the wind, and eyes similar to his father's. So I knew I wasn't dreaming.That day, I got up and looked
When I finally got to the hospital, I learned that even Tyler was fine. My mother was in a panic, but taking care of Madeleine, who seemed to be a reality show star who had just had one night like that. Raphael was with Becca's mother, because his family was still on their way to Seattle. Meanwhile, whether she wanted to or not, Rebecca was only accompanied by Pauline. My cousin's girlfriend left the room when I arrived, throwing me what seemed to be her first look of pleasure. I was surprised, but I thought it was just an effect of the madness of that day.“How are you? “I asked Rebecca.She was sitting on the bed, with her hands crossed on her lap and staring at the emptiness."I'm fine, just trying to absorb.”"Do you want to know his reasons? “I asked.Becca denied it with her head."I know they will never be enough. I've never done anything against him. And I should never have gone through what I went through.”Becca's voice became trembling at the end of her sentence, and I felt
Madeleine and Raphael were really at the place where Finley had sent me, but unfortunately the damn Donovan had set traps around the place. That day seemed to be the day I would die, or that the son of a bitch planned to be my end, but it wasn't. Luckily, or perhaps because they got tired of being incompetent, the police did their job of protecting me before I reached the destination that was supposed to be my end.As they found me, it would take me a while to know that it was because Mark was tracking me clandestinely. The damn investigator was suspicious of my steps "he still had that ridiculous idea that me or my sister were behind Joana's murder and trying to cover everything up," and that's what ensured that he would send a car to the scene. But I found out about the bombs in the worst possible way, watching the death of more innocents.If he were put on a paper, that day, Donovan would take at least a life sentence for the amount of deaths he had caused. In fact, it was those de
"Why are you doing this? "I asked in desperation, knowing that my voice would come out absurdly loud on the phone. "Madeleine never did anything against anyone. Raphael doesn't deserve any of this. If you want me, come pick me up.”“Oh, no, dog. I can't. Did you forget that you put me in jail? "He made fun of him, giggling. "And don't do so much drama, you just have to choose a name, and then it ends. At least that part, since I have some surprises for you after that.”"How the hell are you calling me if you're still stuck?”"I have some privileges.”"And how are you planning things if you can't get out of there?”"I'm still just the spokesman, dog," he said, looking so comfortable on the phone, that I swore I would be sitting with my legs up, and not in a police phone booth. It was outrageous that he had time for that kind of thing. I was outraged, but I couldn't prove it. "And I'm calling so you can decide which of your close friends should survive. Think about it, I could very well
"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here? "I besieged no one in particular, and I didn't even have an answer, because everyone was giving priority to surround me and try to take me safely to the car. Unfortunately, many of my security guards were being hit at that act. Everything to keep me alive, because the intention of the men who opened fire on us was simply to kill me. "How could this be happening?”"Stay behind me, boss," Tyler asked, shooting mercilessly at men who didn't even bother to wear masks, since they were really planning to end my life that day. "We were betrayed in some way.”Betrayed because only my team knew where I was going or coming throughout my day, and that team was carefully chosen to maintain the secrecy of my routine. And if those people were linked to my number one enemy, or to the gangs that wanted my blood every day, they were there, then that meant that someone from inside had passed on the news. In the midst of chaos, I felt my cell phone vi
"But how can I have my period normally? "I asked in despair, my eyes could barely see the test lines in Pauline's hand. I leaned even more against the door, ending up sitting on the floor. Suddenly, my stomach seemed not to know what its function was, and I felt extremely nauseous and with blurred views. “Pauline, that can't be true. Fred and I are barely having sex... I mean, we are, but not as often as before. In addition, pain remedies and antibiotics are too strong for a pregnancy to happen. The doctors told me about it in the hospital. In fact, they made it very clear that due to the lack of menstruation, I wouldn't ovulate. That's why Fred and I rely so much on not using any condoms, since I couldn't use the pill either. This is simply impossible to happen.”"But you told me that your period is in a much smaller flow and on irregular days," said Pauline, tilting her head lightly. I hadn't even noticed that she was sitting next to me, staring at the test as if he were the child h
"What is your real doubt? " Pauline asked, separating my medicines by schedules inside plastic coconuts."Well, I have several, especially about this virus," I explained after a long sigh. "I don't feel well, I had to end the self-defense class earlier today. I just wanted to lie down and be silent for as long as possible, but someone is always coming in to know how I am and if I'm still alive. I don't want to do anything in my life today. I think this is a very serious symptom.”Pauline laughed, moving away from the nightstand where she had put the medicines of the day. She only offered me a glass of water and baking soda, because I had complained about a strange feeling in the mouth of her stomach. It wasn't nausea or heartburn, but something so weird that I just wanted to lie down and complain all day.Moura didn't like that I had said I couldn't stand the stride of a full class, and left grumbling with Elijah who didn't know why he put her in situations of training people who didn
August Spencil was the dumbest man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting on the face of the earth.The worst part was knowing that he had some shares of my company and claimed to be a partner, but if everything depended on him, I would be bankrupt before sunset. I didn't know how Maddie had dealt with him in recent months, but I was already planning to buy a new car for her in thanks, because putting up with August was not an easy job for anyone. The man had such big shitty ideas that he couldn't take it seriously."It's just that you're not listening to me, Fred," said August, for what seemed to be the thousandth time. And I wished I wasn't in that car with him, I wished I wasn't going on a two-hour trip with him, and that I didn't have the blessed idea of giving a ride to that asshole. But no matter how big my will was, I couldn't make time come back. "I've already said that Canadians are trying to pass us back. They are almost infiltrating people in our company, just to know wha
The months seemed to pass absurdly quickly. In the blink of an eye, two of them passed by. Two months in which Elide remained trapped and saying that he would only recognize his accomplice if he heard his voice. The men who tortured me kept silent. They did not have lawyers, unlike Elide, who hired only the best of the entire state. Fred was also committed to listening to what Elide had to say, so he continually visited her on the days when the police tried to interrogate her.Meanwhile, my health improved, at least, on the one hand. Around two weeks before, I started to feel tired and with a ringing in my ear that didn't pass at all. I visited medical specialists, and everyone said the same thing: that it was probably something emotional, that there were no infections and no reasons for me to get so upset with that strange sound inside a single ear. The point is that I barely slept at night, and in the morning, I woke up very early to train with Elijah and Moura.Moura was a former s