"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
"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
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
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
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
My feet complained of pain every time they touched the hard surface of the ground, no matter how much my sneakers were reinforced, and that trail in the park was not unknown to me, I was already beyond my limit after ten minutes.All because my coach simply invented that we could run further that day, almost on the edge of the trees that led to the un frequented woods of the city.The vegetation in that area was greener and more beautiful, only isolated to the point that we did not even see birds or butterflies that, in general, infested the lowest trees of the busy park.I was running right after Elijah, when in fact I should be by his side, already feeling my breath burn in my throat and the whole world spin through the vertigo. Elijah was my master's personal coach, and due to what we signed in the contract, I would have to spend four times a week practicing various physical exercises with him.It was not only to keep the body in that slender and shape, that fashion magazines deman
“How much time do we have left?” I asked when I straightened up and returned the bottle. “I need to go to an important meeting tonight.”“I thought that you would be off” he pointed out, keeping the bottle in a kind of fanny pack on his muscular waist.I shrugged, snorting silently. I also thought I would be off, I had even planned to be with my master in his apartment - no matter how much our meetings were scheduled for the weekends - but my stupid boss decided he needed a meeting with his entire team.The reason he wanted to talk to everyone? None. All the meetings met in a big swim. Because my boss was the kind of man who liked to be heard and did everything to make it happen, even abusing his position. He simply scheduled meetings overnight and demanded that everyone cancel their appointments for this.“I also thought I would be, but…”I didn't even have to finish, Elijah sighed as he put both hands on his hips.“We had an hour of training, like every day. But your boss is a assho
Even angry and having several super valid arguments to expose in those emails I have been sending and receiving since the early hours of dawn, I had to stop to snap my fingers and breathe deeply, before I ended up telling my partner to go to hell.Mondays irritated me naturally, and having to deal with a shitman, who did not know how to identify a good deal and who was directly hindering me in a negotiation with Chinese and very profitable factories, was at the top of my biggest irritations.Honestly, I've always been wondering where I had my head to let August Spencil buy thirty-five percent of my company's shares, and why the fuck I still let him use the title of partner, when he just did shit.The man did not see a good deal even if there was a sign in Neon with bottle letters about all the possibilities of that business yielding us funds in a matter of days, and the work of clashing with him and losing years of youth due to stress was always all mine.I sent an email that couldn't