(Filippo Valentini)I feel the air escaping from my lungs, for a few moments I think I am experiencing an illusion and my body freezes in front of the scene, but the smell of blood makes me bite my mouth so hard that I can feel my own blood. Never since I arrived in this country have I been careless, and by a moment of distraction, the woman who is temporarily being my girlfriend is shot right in front of me.I hold Renata with my right arm before her body falls to the floor, I look forward and see the waiter unlocking his gun preparing to shoot once again, I quickly reach down and draw my gun, using only one hand, I unlock it, the sound of the wine bottles crashing with the shot echoes throughout the room making the women in the room scream hysterically.I run my eye quickly over the source of the outflow of blood, the shot has gone through her collarbone, I am a little more relieved and mentally hope that the bullet has not fractured her bone. I lay Renata's limp body on my lap and
(Filippo Valentini)I pull out a chair and sit down opposite Ruan, the waiter who made an attempt on my life and Renata's at the party. He is hanging by three chains, two on his hands and one on his neck. He can only touch the tips of his feet to the ground, so as not to hang himself to death.“Good evening, are you comfortable?” I ask, watching the blood dripping through the openings of the bullets I've accepted in him.“You son of a bitch!” He spits, melting my imported shoes.I signal with my hand, and Lucca hits him in the legs with a hot iron club. The base of the club is made of wood, which doesn't hurt the hands of my right arm down here.“Ah!” Ruan cries out in pain, his knees bend and the chain around his neck begins to hang him, struggling, he manages to balance himself again.“Twenty years old, son of a drug dealer, mother beaten to death for betraying his father, older brother, soldier for the Onore mafia,” I start to tell the things I know about him, take out my cell phon
(Renata Pellegrini)> One month later:“Does it still hurt?” Filippo asks on the other side of the screen. Every night I make a video call.“Only when I make sudden movements, or carry weight.”“You are recovering fast, that is good.”“Yes,” I agree and lie comfortably on my bed, feeling my eyes getting heavy, yawn and snuggle into the sheets. “When are you really coming back?”“The day after tomorrow, on Monday,” he answers, reminding me.“I miss you; I'll count the minutes.”“I miss you too,” he says, making me smile. I love it when he gets all affectionate with me. “Your mouth, sweet and wild,” he completes the sentence.“Naughty boy!” I speak, still feeling a little embarrassed.Filippo traveled the weekend after I was shot, and has been in Mexico for three weeks. He, besides going to meet new clients, also went to Penelope's wedding party. That made me wary, but I let it go, I can't be suspicious of the man I risked my life for. "And also, her husband is there, she wouldn't be th
(Renata Pellegrini)“Is this all you are taking?” Filippo asks, looking at my one suitcase.“Yes,” I answered with a small smile.This apartment came already furnished, nothing in here but my clothes, it is mine. And I'm only using one big suitcase, because of the clothes that Filippo gave me at the mall, otherwise it would just be a small suitcase of old and worn-out clothes.Besides this suitcase, all I will take with me are the memories. Everything that I have experienced here, the romantic moments with Filippo, the funny and happy Sundays with Amanda...“You look beautiful, do you know that?” Filippo say and came toward me like a hunter aiming at his prey. Even today I still get goosebumps when his hands touch my skin directly.“I dressed up especially for you,” I say, smiling shyly.Filippo puts his hand on my face and I close my eyes enjoying his warm and loving contact. Although his hands are full of calluses, I love it when they touch me. His thumb caresses my cheek, making me
(Renata Pellegrini) "This is going to go to shit"- My mind alerts me as I hold the doorknob of the door, I suspect is the basement. I close my eyes and the image of his dark look makes a shiver run down my spine, Filippo when he is angry is very scared, his eyes become horrifyingly cold and dark, like those of an evil wolf... This was the first expression I saw on him. Even today I remember the constant feeling of danger I felt when I looked into his eyes, my warnings were right, I fell into the trap and today I am in love and willing to live next to him. But what expression will he make when he finds out that I did exactly what he asked me not to do? Just imagining his face disappointed in me makes my heart squeeze. Okay, I don't think we should have secrets between us, even more so when we are living together now, but I have to wait his time, no one is obliged to open up like this. And also, we haven't been together that long, I'm sure that as time goes by, he will not only tell
(Renata Pellegrini) All the hunger I was feeling has simply vanished, the emptiness that echoed in my stomach is now opening in my heart, again, the feeling of being betrayed. He calls me to live in his house, and when his mother calls, he says I am just a friend? What kind of friend visits a single man late at night? I don't even want to think about the answer... My stomach is upset, I take my plate and put it back in the fridge, feeling the tears stuck in my throat. I walk with hurried steps back to the bedroom, but before I can open the door, Filippo comes out of the guest bathroom and holds my arm. “What is it?” He asks me with a serious face. “Nothing," I answer and try to let go, but he just squeezes his hand even tighter on my arm. "Please let go of me, I'm sleepy." I speak dryly without looking into his eyes, I don't want him to see the tears pooling in them. “I told you not to lie to me, ragazza,” he holds my chin and forces me to look at him, I bite my mouth holding back
(Filippo Valentini) After two hours, being sure that Renata is sleeping soundly, I carefully take her head off my chest, switch places with a pillow and Renata clings to my replacement. The night didn't end as planned, I figured that bringing her to live with me would make me get to my goal of fucking her faster, but every time I get close to sinking into her flesh, something happens to get in the way and it's driving me crazy, I'm on the verge of losing my patience, which is already very little. Today I almost lost my mind, I ended up saying what I shouldn't have, I didn't plan to throw in her face that I used to have sex with her a lot, I could see the disappointment on her face, but my anger and frustration spoke so loudly that I was glad I said it, I've been holding back too long and this way she will soon get a shock of reality, I'm a man and I need to attend to my needs. She thinks she can play with me, but that's not how it works. In this game, the champion will always be me
(Renata Pellegrini) I wake up to the shrill noise of my cell phone alarm clock, I lazily stretch out on the bed, I ended up sleeping better than I expected, I look to the side and Filippo is not here, I didn't even see what time he came back, I simply blacked out last night. The bathroom door is opened and the smell of Filippo spreads throughout the room, I look away in his direction and my whole face heats up. I still can't get used to his body being so exposed like this. He is only wearing a towel on his hips and at this moment, watching him in detail, I feel a slight envy of the little drops of water that glide shamelessly across his body. “Buona giornata, ragazza!” He greets me from the back, I stare at his broad, strong back, I want to run my nails over it. “Good morning!” I greet him back. “I think you'll enjoy the view more this way," he says, turning around, taking me by surprise. I stare wide-eyed as his towel falls to the floor, leaving all his masculinity exposed. I sw