(Renata Pellegrini)
I'm so hungry and my legs are so sore that I have the feeling I misheard, is this serious? Is the richest man in the world really offering me a ride?
"N-no, but could you tell me where the cab stand is?"
Is the money paid to me enough to pay for the cab? I know things here are more on account than in Brazil, a bus would be better, but just to disguise, I ask the cab rank and there, with people I will probably never see again in life, I ask where the bus stop is.
"You're not taking the cab," he says, looking me in the eyes.
"Yes, I will" I lie, "I just don't know where the point is."
"Sta mentendo per me, ragazza?", 'Are you lying to me, girl?', he says in Italian, his tone telling me that this question is more like a warning, like: keep lying and you'll see.
My cheeks burn, how can he be so convinced I'm lying? Am I so transparent like this? I could never hide anything from my dad, he always said I was a terrible liar, but I thought it was only because he knew me before I was born.
"Could you tell me where the bus stop is?", with his head down, I asked this time for the real information I wanted.
"Tomorrow, I'll tell you," he speaks.
"Why? I need to go home today, I'm tired!"
"I said I'll take you home," he insists once again.
"That wouldn't be appropriate, Mr. Fili... Mr. Valentini," I correct myself in time, he sighs, I hope he has given up, he looks ahead and taps his finger repeatedly on the steering wheel, he seems to be thinking about something.
"It's late, the bus won't pass now at 11:30 p.m., will it stay more than an hour alone in the dark place?"
Touché, he seems to have guessed that I am a fearful woman and I am afraid of being alone in dark places. Once I was almost abused, but I always try to forget about that trauma, in Brazil I started to avoid empty streets, I walked among drug dealers, and despite the strong smell of machines, they didn't mess with me. It was safer.
I'm still reluctant, what's worse, being alone at a dangerous bus stop or getting into the car of my boss, who is still a stranger to me?
"Better to go with the boss" - my conscience answers.
"Okay," I walk around and get into the car, the car smells brand new, like it just came out of the store.
He starts the car engine, and heads down the street. I am so nervous, this man takes me out of my comfort zone, and I don't just get to understand the reason. I keep looking straight ahead, almost I don't twinkle my eyes, I feel his gaze burning my skin, I feel I'm dangerously close to this man.
"Do I make you feel uncomfortable, ragazza?", he asks taking me by surprise.
"N-no, yes! Well... it's, I mean it's not every day someone like you offers me a ride."
"Don't take this the wrong way, I just saw her alone and didn't mean to be rude," he explains.
"You practically forced me into the car! You were so insistent and even used my fear to your advantage", I mentally hint, he keeps talking:
"Believe it or not, I am a gentleman who likes very much to save helpless young women."
"Humm, I know," I answer and in the same instant, I regret, "Oh, well, I mean you look like a nice person," I lie.
He doesn't look anything like a good person and is a bad man, very bad. From his pores ooze danger, from his mouth come out coarse words and when he speaks in Italian, he is sexy, leaving me weird inside. A good person wouldn't do that.
"Would you like to stop at a market before going home?"
"Would you take me, sir?" I ask with raised eyebrows. Why is this man being so nice to me? That doesn't make sense in my head.
"If I'm asking, it's because I will", he looks me in the eyes and I feel my cheeks burning.
"I want yes, sir", I answer, looking at the window glass.
We are in silence. He parked the car in front of a market for twenty-four hours, I opened the door and got out, I started walking for the entrance, and I felt his presence behind me. Will he really enter that market? I thought he only entered places of pure luxury!
I decided not to question it, we go into the market and I go to the food shelves, I buy several packages of crackers and pasta, I buy prepared sauce and then I buy parmesan cheese from the freezer and I buy some green condiments, all that was missing was a dry white wine, but that was it, enough for the expense.
"Are you going to make macaroni", he asks as I choose the onions.
"Yes," I answered without diverting my attention.
"Don't forget," he places a bottle of dry white wine in my basket.
"Where did you find it?", I ask suspiciously, I didn't know that they sold in the small markets this kind of drink.
"There," he points to a shelf with some types of wines and other drinks. How could I not see that?
"Thank you."
We continued to the cashier, and this damn tycoon makes one more kindness, and pays for my purchases. I didn't want to make a scene in front of the cashier, but I don't like to be paid for things, well, not when I have to pay. Not when I have to pay.
We get into the car again; I take a hundred notes and extend them in his direction.
"I want my change," I tell him and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Keep this," he orders, smiling, making me feel even more uncomfortable. "I want you to pay in another way," he says in a lower voice than usual.
My ass locks up. He can't be serious. I quickly pick up my hand, and a hurricane settles in my belly foot - Mr. God, help me!
"In what way does Mr. does mean?" I ask, feeling my fingers cold and my heart pounding inside my chest.
(Renata Pellegrini)Filippo doesn't answer me, he just starts the car engine one more time and turns back to the road. I focus my vision for the night landscape beyond the window, I don't have the courage to look him in the eyes, I confess I only stared at him so as not to look like a coward, but now, I'm embarrassed."How did you like working there at the company?", he breaks the silence."I found it interesting, it has always been my dream to work in the biggest technology company in the world, and I confess, apart from the locker room part of the cleaning sector, everything else is a dream of a place," I confess."What's wrong with the locker room in the cleaning department?" he asks, looking at me with a frown."Well, it's small and seems to be part of another company, in all the places I've been today, it's the only one there that smells musty, it's cramped, it's poorly lit, the walls are peeling and..."I'll look into this tomorrow," he cuts me off hastily and turns to face the
(Filippo Valentini)Before getting in the car, I check if there is anyone suspicious looking at me along the length of the street, everything seems to be normal. I go in and start. The memory of the sweet smell that Renata has comes to mind, I held myself not to throw her face down on that table and fuck her until she couldn't feel her legs anymore.Besides a beautiful face and body, she has very good culinary skills. I felt like I was eating macaroni fresh out of an Italian kitchen. I liked the nostalgia.I wished I had asked more questions her, but she would notice that I inquired into her life, I was hoping that she would interact more and also ask me something, so that the conversation would be more natural and I could question with the excuse that I was just curious about the course of the conversation, but she just ate in silence after saying that her father had died.In the investigation, the name of her father does not consist in her documents, only the name of her mother, San
(Filippo Valentini)I open my eyes, I don't recognize where I am, I try to inhale air with more force, but the cloth on my nose hinders the passage of air, I run my hand over my face, I'm still wearing the mask.How could I let this happen?! Dumb! Fool! Donkey!I sit where I am and look around, white walls and several beds, this is the infirmary of the base."I thought I wasn't going to wake up anymore," Camily appears in my field of vision."Has anyone seen my face?", I speak directly, I can't let anyone unnecessarily know my identity. It's going to be a lot of work to kill so many, better to avoid a massacre.Although I won't be able to kill them all, but anyway, if I don't kill most of them, I'm going to have serious problems with the other families, so I don't want them to know.Before my father's death, I had planned to run away, I would live a fugitive life, but anything was better than continuing to live there. But then the Lord helped me by taking that bastard and my brother t
(Renata Pellegrini)I wake up and go straight to the bathroom, I turn on the shower and let the water run through my body, the memory of that man so close to me makes my heart race once again, it's impossible to organize my thoughts when it comes to that Italian, my mind and my belly are a mess, a silly smile escapes my lipsRenata, stop, for fuck's sake!It's silly to keep thinking about him, a man like Filippo Valentini certainly has women in droves at his feet, where he can even draw lots to see who will have the turn to sit on his.... Ah, he’s not for my beak, and I don't even want to.I finish bathing and get ready, I gather my hair in a bun and go again for work without a drop of makeup, necessary to arrange time to buy these things and better clothes.The point of the bus is not very far, according to the porter it is only two blocks here. After two minutes of walking I arrive at the point, and almost that in the same instant the bus passes.Forty minutes later I get off in fro
(Renata Pellegrini)His lips take me in a warm and relaxed kiss, waves of pleasure invade my body along with her tongue brazenly in my mouth. I close my eyes, surrendering myself completely to this kiss, I entwine my hands around his neck and in response he squeezes my waist even tighter. Suddenly there was no one else there, the music in my mind slows down, but the kiss becomes more and more voracious.His big hands slide along the sides of my body and stop on my ass, he presses me tighter and tighter against him, as if he wants to merge our bodies. I can't describe exactly what's happening to me, I just feel like my life depends on this kiss and nothing could stop me, well, nothing but damn shortness of breath.Our mouths separate, but our hot breaths mingle, even with my eyes closed, I can now smell the woody perfume exhaled by this man intoxicating me even more, he squeezes my waist once more and I squeeze his strong arms.That was the best kiss I've ever had in my entire life!We
(Renata Pellegrini)My chest goes up and down frantically along with my breathing. I try at all costs not to look at him, but with every second that passes, it becomes more and more difficult as he takes advantage of the situation and I hate myself for my body responding so positively to your touches.The tip of his nose runs along my neck making me shiver, I bite my lips hard trying to repress the good sensations that this contact gives me. Crap! I cover my mouth with my hands, so as not to make some strange sound that wants to come out, while I feel his hot mouth distributing wet kisses over my collarbone and my bare shoulder.How do I control the butterflies deep in my belly?His big warm hands hold my face tightly, his gaze has such intensity that I feel lost, he leans over me and kisses me again, I close my eyes. Once again, I surrender to my boss's delicious kiss. His tongue meets mine; his fingers intertwine with the hair on the back of my neck and hold tight, I lean against hi
(Filippo Valentini)"I don't want to go home!" Vicenzo protests as we walk towards the exit door."Then stay", I roll my eyes, "I'm going home!", I say impatiently and turn my back on him.I need to cool off, this place is too suffocating."What's up, Lipi?", he comes back to my side, "What happened to the cat in the black dress? The way you two were kissing on the dance floor, I thought you were going to have sex and take some of that grumpy face off, but you came out worse!""I don't want to talk about it", I get in the car and so does Vincenzo.By miracle my brother shuts up, of the three brothers, Vincenzo was the most communicative, he liked to talk and stuff, I even tried, but I can't keep saying what I feel or showing, I'm rude and when it comes to having sex with a woman, that doesn't change.He liked his late wife, they would spend hours talking and cuddling, they would do it even in front of other people, it was disgusting to watch. Matteo always complained to him about the
(Filippo Valentini)I look at her a little astonished, swallow the saliva, I got lost inside your soft lips, naughty tongue and warm skin. I watch her fix her hair and blouse, without looking at me, your face is all red, I think it's a mixture of anger, excitement and embarrassment."Or maybe you're completely wrong and this is just a little theater", my mind alerts me and in an instant, I feel apprehensive again. I take steps back away from her, I run my hand over my face in order to ease the insane fire I'm feeling, holding the crazy urge to fuck her over my table, I need to stay calm and cold.Shit! Me, a thirty-three-year-old man, being known as the Tech Tycoon, also doing double duty as an FBI agent. Maker of weapons for mobsters, I gave in to desires so easily, bringing it into my living room! Wanting to change your position just out of jealousy! What recklessness!Well, I thoroughly researched her life. I know that she comes from a favela in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. That her "mo
Chapter 2: Other countryAmanda Fernard:Two mercedes benz slr mclaren, are parked in front of the house, with the doors open, if it wasn't for this unfortunate situation, I would admire this car model, with the door in the scissor stido, I always thought it was beautiful, but because of all this shit, I feel dread. The man named Luka, forces me to sit in the driver's seat and closes the door, I look to the side and the man who beat Caio settles behind the wheel."What will they do to me?" I ask, trying to control my fear."Horrible things, young lady! We will burn you, torture you, and then me and twenty other men will rape you," he says seriously, looking me in the eye.The tears come cascading back down my cheeks. God, what did I do that was so bad that I deserved this?"I'm kidding child, you'll find out soon enough, you better behave yourself," he says and speeds up the car.He opens the glove compartment and takes out a gas mask, I watch him put it on his face and my heart manag
Hello, thank you so much for getting this far! What did you think about Filippo and Renata's story? Please, if you can, leave five stars on the book review, it will help this author a lot! And now, a little bit of the next book:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1: The Payment.(Amanda Fernard)Even with so many problems, I put them aside a bit and watch my bare feet under the gray-colored wall as my body lies on the bed, as the music plays, my feet tapping to the beat and I swing my head from side to side as the absurdly loud melody of the music: O sétimo Hokage (The seventh hokage) - 7 minutoz, plays in my headphones. I have no idea how I haven't gone deaf yet.This is the part I am most identifying with at the moment:"Hateful looks no longer hurt meNow they only make me want to win moreEven if I wasn't born a geniusEven if I have to try twice as hardEven if I'm cursedI never give up because I have a dreamI won't die until it comes trueThe world will know my willpowerYou can ta
>Three months later: (Renata Pellegrini) With my elbows resting on the balcony of my room, I watch the starry sky, the night is beautiful and pleasant, my loose hair sways with the hissing of the cool wind. The sound of Filippo's car catches my attention and I watch him drive into the garage; I've been married to him for three months now, Filippo has been the best husband in the world, always caring and kind to me. I smile and step off the porch, I grab my robe and put it on over my sweater, I can't walk very fast, but I try to go as fast as I can, I open the bedroom door and walk down the hallway, but before I reach the stairs Filippo finishes climbing them. "Did you intend to run down the stairs, ragaza?" Filippo asks me with narrowed eyes, in his voice there is a slight tone of reproach. "Of course not, marito!" - "Husband," I speak smiling at him, who narrows his eyes at me even more. "I just came to welcome you to your room, Mr. Valentini, follow me, please," I say and turn a
(Renata Pellegrini: One Month Later:)Today is my wedding day, to find out that everyone but him knew who I really was. Filippo's mother received me very well, she explained to me how the house worked and the hierarchy of women here.Lais and I get along very well, he is a very sweet and gentle person, I feel sad that she has not been able to bear her own children, and when Filippo explained to me the fate of the little baby in Lais' arms, I felt even worse. Matteo allowed her to continue with the baby, but said that she would never be his daughter and would never have the last name Valentini. This was harsh, but at least he didn't snatch the child from her arms and give it to some subordinate to raise."I wish you were here, Mom, I wish Dad could walk me down the aisle." - I think as I look in the mirror.I still can't forgive Dominic, even now I understand better the reason for his choices, I still can't stay close to him. Demetrius and I get closer, he will be the one to lead me to
(Renata Pellegrini)“I need to take a shower,” I say, pulling my head away from Filippo's chest. “Do you want to keep me company?”Filippo smiles mischievously, and I smile complicitly. I can't help it, I've been missing Filippo for two months, and it's inside me, it's included in the package of longing.I go up to my room and go straight to the bathroom, take off my clothes and get into the box, turn on the shower register, the contact of the water with my body makes me relax, but before I can turn around, Filippo presses me against the wall and the contact of the cold tile with my breasts and belly makes me shiver all over.“You have no idea how much I missed you, piccola!” Filippo whispers in my ear and starts to make a trail of kisses from my shoulder to my jaw causing light shocking sensations all over my body. “Now I will show you going deep and hard inside of you the size of my longing.”My intimacy throbs at what Filippo says, abruptly he grabs my waist and turns me facing him
(Renata Pellegrini)I watch the arrows of light through the tinted window, a thick silence hovers inside the car, my mind wanders to the memory of the first time I was inside the same vehicle as Filippo, the car is not the same as that time, but just like the other one, this one smell new. I swallow dryly, remembering the butterflies in my stomach and the nervousness of being so close to a man like him. But now, it is like the first time, and I am hating myself for it!For three long days I ignored him and ran away from him, I didn't answer his calls or return his messages, I even blocked him, I changed the locks on the gate and the door so that he could no longer enter, and now I am here, inside his car.I feel his gaze on me, several times, but I don't have the courage to face him back, I am afraid of what my eyes will say to him, I am afraid of being betrayed and him finding out that I still miss him.Seeing him open that door and the tears shining in his eyes as he heard the sound
(Filippo Valentini)I see the furniture overturned, my collection of weapons scattered on the floor, glass panes smashed. Even though I have vented some of the anger, it still burns within me. I lean against the wall and sit on the floor.The images of the pain in her eyes as she told me how much I knew nothing, of the tears that fell from her eyes as she spoke in a choked voice, I hurt her too much. Remembering this makes my heart ache, I am gasping for breath, I feel like I am missing the most important things and I feel helpless, it is driving me crazy!From the beginning, I knew it would hurt her, but I had no idea how much. I stepped on her dream of being a mother, well I wanted her to be the mother of my children too, but I didn't want to deceive her, at least in that, I tried to be transparent... but... I should have kept my mouth shut; I regret so much the things I said to her. Renata didn't deserve what I did.I don't hold back anymore, I let the tears come down. At that mome
(Renata Pellegrini)“I know I hurt you.” Filippo begins to speak. “I know that right now you are feeling a lot of anger towards me, but I promise…”“Shove your promise up your ass!” I shout interrupting him, I don't want to hear empty promises, made only to manipulate me.Filippo looks at me stunned, I have never been one to swear, and even I myself am surprised at how dirty-mouthed I have become now, but fuck it.“You don't know anything!” I keep my voice down, I don't care about the tears that fall from my eyes, I need to get it all out, I want to get it all out of me. “You don't know how I felt when it was clearly your mistake, but you made it seem like it was mine... You don't know how I felt when you said you would never have children with me, how I felt when you flirted with other women saying it was my fault, how I felt when you threw in my face how active your sex life was before me, you don't know how I felt when I woke up that morning with a cold bed! You don't know how I fe
(Renata Pellegrini)“Are you sure you don't want to stay for lunch?” I ask as I walk Caio to the door.“I have to go visit my girlfriend.” He says sadly.My heart aches for him, Caio has always been a good friend and when he was finally happy with a great girl...unfortunately, a little over two weeks ago we found out she is with ovarian cancer, it is still in the early stages so still has a great chance of a cure. I pray a lot for them.“Tomorrow, I will visit her.” I speak, since she was admitted to the hospital, I haven't visited her yet.Well, for a long three days I was in jail, but four days before she was hospitalized and I didn't have time to go, I was always working and going to appointments, and I kept putting it off and putting it off... until the kidnapping happened...“Get well first, you are also going through a difficult time.” Caio kisses my forehead and simultaneously opens the door. “Take care, okay?”“Yes, take care of yourself too, okay?”“Okay.” Caio answers smilin