KAANADAN SALVATOREThe conversation I had with Silvério did not calm me down. Looking at the reporting papers, I got the sense that everything is too close for what would just be a turf war. It's like there's so much more to it than just that. Which, of course, leaves me with a great deal of concern.I didn't sleep well due to that fact. But used to tiredness, I didn't have him as an enemy.I get out of the car, parked in front of the underground casino downtown, which on the outside is just an Italian restaurant. The organization's headquarters are here, and because it is a busy place, any change in the mafia's movement goes unnoticed.I pack my jacket and go straight, dodging tables and following the dark corridor with few lights, which soon disappear according to the proximity of the stairs. I walk down it quickly, my eyes adjusting to the yellowish light from the incandescent bulbs. The casino is within sight, and even in the morning, there are people occupying it."I'm glad
I've been to other parties like this one, and I know the real reason they exist: For alliances and help. I participated in several in Central America, where one of the traditional families, the Berruti, performed to exchange favors. And I never liked any of that. The good part this time is that I wouldn't be the only one to dislike these parties, not least because Marga made it clear that she hates acting like an exemplary lady - which we will clearly have to prove to be.We set up in different houses. They would meet us already at the party. And Celina, as much as I don't like it, will have to go along with our father.I finish putting on the diamond jewelry set, the only ones I thought would go with the navy blue dress I'm wearing. I finish putting on the earrings and stand up in front of the dressing table, looking at myself in the mirror.My face is perfect, the professional make-up hasn't even left a mark from yesterday's slap. My hair was left loose, and I swept it back, cove
The look of the man in front of me shows nothing but hatred. On the one hand I understand it, but on the other there are no reasons. We stare at each other in silence and I swallow hard.“It sounds like you've adjusted pretty well to the world you never wanted. - She broke the silence with bitterness in her voice.“Some things happen. - I say and feel a pain in my throat.Lucca Berruti, the man who hates me to infinity, glares at me. His face tightens and he takes a step forward, but I don't move a finger back. He's shorter than me by a few inches, but now in heels, I look a lot taller. Just lower my gaze, staring at him.“I refuse to believe that Gabriel was fooled by a fake like you. - Spit out the words. — She cried at having to marry Kaanadan but seems incredibly happy next to him.— First: I'm not fake. Second: I never lied to your son. "I look into your eyes. “Gabriel wanted out of this world as much as I did…it's not my fault he didn't want to follow in his father's career
Sincerely? I wanted to say that I pushed him, that I didn't return the kiss, and that I even punched his beautiful face.But the moment his lips collided with mine, I just lost it. It's the same feeling of receiving something you knew you were craving. Which of course wasn't on purpose... at least not on my part.I responded with all the words to his kiss, not a romantic kiss like in the books, but dominant, intense and possessive. My hands grabbed her jacket, pulling it towards me, and Kaanadan pressed his body against mine, wrestling me with the shelf full of books. His tongue dove into my lips, tangling with mine without even giving me a chance to think through what we were doing. Better what I'm doing. Her taste was a little bitter from some kind of drink, but there was also something sweet like some kind of candy, whatever. Her rigid body oozed strength and heat as she held me closer. Her hand slid from the back of my neck into my hair, pulling me closer to her and deepening th
Everything is silent, like this since we got home.I leave the bathroom after removing all my makeup and changing for bed. Kaanadan stands in front of the wardrobe, pulling out the weapons strapped to his bare torso. I look away quickly, heading for the bed.Silence.Ever since he tried to get something out of the conversation with my uncle in the car, silence was the most absolute character present between the two of us. Sometimes his eyes looked at me discreetly in order for me to say something. I knew. But I just couldn't. You can't say something that serious when you're not sure. I couldn't risk coming off as fake.I sat on the bed and looked at my lap. Victorio's words stuck in my head:"I'm pretty sure Fiore is the traitor... He's in control of everything Kaanadan thinks, acts, plans. Don't you think it's strange that a group of rebels know everything that happens to Kaanadan without anyone else with him being in it?" middle? I need you to observe him. I need you to help me
- Anything else? the woman from the jewelry store asks as she passes a blue sapphire earring at the register.- No, thank you. - I say sympathetically.She puts the jewel in a black velvet bag and hands it to me. I already pay quickly, turning around and joining the bags of clothes Damiano holds. Scott only holds the shoes.“Come on, boys. - I say and smile.They both look at each other and follow me.With the boredom that I was at home, after taking a morning run, I decided to go out to do some shopping. Of course, I have new clothes that I had to buy for my move to Washington, but there was something specific that I had to focus on. Yes, those strips of cloth that I was told were nightgowns. I renewed it for something I would really enjoy wearing, and I also took the opportunity to buy some gifts for Gina and Celina. Gina because in a week it's her birthday. Celina because I'm sure she would come and kill me if I didn't send her something too.I get in the car, watching Scott
With the drink in my veins, my fear and shyness disappear from my body. For hours my head just follows the music, my hips the rhythm, my hands my body, and I'm shaped in various ways as the music plays.Again I look at the VIP area. Kaanadan looks at me seriously, so seriously that my body shivers from his brutal gaze. I don't deny that it looks sexy when it's like this. Even more so when it's for something I reinforce to insist on doing.I turn to him and continue to dance, sliding my hands down my body and locking my eyes in the direction of his above. I dance for him, and he knows it. I turn to my back and continue my movements, losing focus when I meet his gaze as soon as I look at him. Igniting more my desire for revenge.I don't have a lush body. I have breasts that are full in relation to my body, and a little wide hips. Nothing fancy but decent enough to get what I want.I look at Marga and see her having fun with Silvério, who has seriously approached her. I bet it's from
Kaanadan's eyes looked at me further than was possible. My poor heart would have a heart attack quickly if this continued. His blue eyes and serious was the symbol of a predator, while I had my breathing heavy, and a position identical to a prey.I took a deep breath and deviated from his body, moving away from it. I walked over to the pool table and ran my hand through my hair, forcing myself to look back at Kaanadan.“Look, I just wanted to take it out on what you did to me. - I try to explain. 'Nothing's going to happen, and whatever you've got planned, I think you'd better give it up.'- To give up?- Exactly.He looks at me and I return the look. God, what a look...I look to another corner and Kaanadan approaches, I look back to scold him, but he pulls me in a way that my body breaks down, and then he doesn't hesitate to kiss me in his voracious and intense way. I force myself to refuse to accept. Not to give in. Not corresponding. But then he threads his fingers into my h