"You're starting to see hope where there is none, you're giving meaning to all of this when there isn't one... I could be your therapist, you know?" he said somewhat cheerfully.Elisa looked at him and laughed uncertainly after hearing him, feeling stupid and naive... and she was.She was thrown off by what had just happened with the brunette and she couldn't shake that image from her head."Then I guess right now, you have nothing to do," she simply commented, as Igor approached."I always have something to do, but I want to relax, because getting rid of corpses is tiring. They're heavy..." he let his hands rest at his sides.The brunette thought he was joking, but he had said that seriously, and everyone in that house had the word "killer" written on their foreheads.She tensed up and Igor noticed."Don't worry, I'm not planning on getting rid of yours just yet," he looked at her, smiling slightly.Elisa stopped looking at him. Why couldn't anyone in that house be normal?She hugged
He wasn't like Andrei or Kirill, he didn't care about making friends with anyone, let alone getting involved with women other than for sex like the deceased brunette.He had always adored street fights and weapons. He loved watching his father fight, ever since he saw him kill a man in cold blood when he was six years old."Everyone grows up in an environment like this," he said after a few seconds. "The concept of sensitivity and mercy that you have is not the same as mine or Andrei's," he looked at her again. "What's abnormal for you, for us is perfectly normal. The secret, however, is that we're all human after all.”Elisa looked at him, understanding what he was saying, in a way she was enjoying talking to him because it was a normal conversation, and she hadn't had one in a long time.Also, she felt she could understand the brunette a little, no one could be insensitive all their life, it was impossible."It's hard to understand when you've had an ordinary life like mine..."Igor
Andrei looked at his glass of wine while his men chatted about trivial matters in his favorite restaurant.He had been visiting one of his businesses earlier, the new football stadium that he was sure would be the next most coveted by local and foreign leagues.After that, he had decided it was good to make a stop at that place that always made him smile because of how good the food tasted.After a moment, he needed to be alone. He wanted to take a walk through the streets surrounding that place because he wanted to soak up the everyday life of the people in that city that was so different from his own.He needed to clear his mind to return home peacefully."I'll go for a walk," he said."Do you want me to follow you?" one of his men offered.He stood up and patted his shoulder so that he wouldn't imitate his action."Don't worry, enjoy the food," he said, tucking his hands into his jeans pockets and started walking.It had been a long time since he had the pleasure of deliberately wa
"Wow!" he cheered because he had done an excellent job with all the weapons. "I'll stick with this one," he told one of his comrades, showing it off."That one's good, I think I'll go with a similar one," the other replied.The blonde gave him a friendly tap on the head because he was copying his idea, and the other responded with grace.They both were the same age and had joined Andrei's clan when they were eighteen, and now they were both twenty-five.Their parents had served in the clan of the deceased father of the brunette, and they wanted their firstborns to stay there because Arnold's son was already famous despite being four years older than their sons, and it was difficult for the children not to see him as an example to follow, eager to be under the protection of that leader someday.He was a good leader, a father, concerned about his men, and faithful to his convictions like his father. He was unwavering, and no one from another clan dared to contradict him.He was a respec
Elisa had been rehearsing her dance for two hours in the room where social gatherings were held, taking advantage of the fact that there were no men in the house near the room or her.She was happy; engaging in this type of physical activity refreshed and cheered her up, especially since she hadn't done anything like it in days.She needed something to occupy her mind; she was bored and had to find a way to get what happened with Andrei out of her head.While she was wondering about Andrei and Igor, she saw several bags in front of her room and couldn't help but be surprised when she saw them.She walked towards them and took a look: it was women's clothing.She started to look at the items one by one; they were things she would definitely have bought: shoes, dresses, skirts, skinny jeans, high-waisted jeans, many tops, and lingerie.She adored those garments, and she couldn't help but get excited at the thought that Andrei had bought all that for her.Was it his way of giving her att
By nightfall, Elisa was dressed in her new clothes: a tight-fitting short white dress that accentuated her curves and waist with silver detailing, along with revealing her legs, paired with black heels.At least it didn't have a grotesque neckline and covered her buttocks, which was enough for her.She had also styled her hair and applied makeup, with just foundation, a bit of powder to give her face some dimension, softly lined her eyelids with black, and painted her lips a soft red.Finally, she took some of the lotion from the metallic makeup case and sprayed it behind her ears, on her neckline, and on her wrists.She didn't have any accessories, but she thought no one would care about that because no one paid attention to her.She walked out of the room looking down the hallway, but there was no one, so she made her way to the living room where she had been rehearsing during the afternoon at a leisurely pace.She wanted to greet Igor and have a chat with him after enduring Andrei'
The skinhead let go of the girl, and Andrei shook his head as he held onto the wrist of the intruder who dared to raise a hand to her.That had not been a smart move because no one could touch her, only him. The man looked at his leader and quickly understood that this girl belonged to him.He was in serious trouble."I can't decide whether to cut off your finger or just kill you," he hissed with a cold, threatening voice.The dark-haired man looked defiant, refusing to humiliate himself in front of anyone."Neither one nor the other. That bitch hit me, I had to defend myself," he excused himself, spitting angrily.Those words were like rubbing alcohol in his eyes. No one had the right to downplay his words or insult Elisa in his presence, because he was there to defend what was his.He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man's head."That bitch is mine," he snapped with a somber voice."No, don't do it!" the brunette jumped to grab his arm and prevent him from pulling the trigger.
Andrei kicked open the door, and inside there was a smell of decay, most likely due to forgotten corpses.As she noticed it, she started struggling again with him, but this time panic-stricken, trying to bite his hand again to stop him from making her descend the stairs, but she couldn't break free.She was desperate, terrified, wanting to scream and already starting to shriek. Andrei, on his part, held onto her firmly.Elisa was so scared that she wished to see his face.The place was dark, but the light from outside would allow them to see something after their eyes adjusted to the darkness. Also, the place wasn't too big.When they reached the bottom, Elisa felt unkempt fur on her feet and legs. They were rats, and she wanted to die of a heart attack right then.Fear surged up her feet, traveled through her legs, and took hold of her entire body.She began moving frantically, trying to jump to avoid touching the ground, crying in terror because she could also see two corpses in an
"Thank you..." She didn't know how to address him, as she couldn't remember if he had told her his name before."Arnold.""Arnold," she replied with a smile. "I'll step outside for a moment, I need some air," she excused herself."Go ahead."The brunette made a small bow to him, as she wasn't too used to dealing with formalities in that culture.She wanted to be outside to see if she could find Igor and talk about the afternoon, but she quickly remembered it was Saturday and she would probably see him in a couple of hours.As she was heading for the exit, Samuel blocked her way, and she frowned. Was Andrei now controlling her to prevent her from leaving that part of the house?"Yes?""Andrei wants to see you.""Andrei is talking to a woman, so I doubt he wants to see me," Elisa replied somewhat angrily. "And if he really wants to see me, tell him to stop sending messengers and to stop being an idiot," she continued on her way, and Andrei's man smiled.That girl had grown up so quickly
Idiot Andrei, he was an idiot and didn't deserve her love, her tears, or her sadness.He deserved a prostitute who wanted his money and sex, nothing more, not a girl like her who offered him pure and sincere love.“Fine…” she got up and climbed off Andrei, and he frowned, surprised by his own reaction, realizing he didn't really want her to get off. “You're not doing your job right, I told you that to get back into my pants you were going to have to lie to me, but you're still being insensitive…” she started walking away without looking back, just walking angrily, and he watched her from his spot."That stubborn, obstinate girl," he thought, rolling his eyes.Elisa, for her part, slammed the door and threw herself onto her bed to cry, thinking about how miserable she was, with a man who was unwilling to let himself be loved and also, with a guy like Igor, so sweet and tender who had confessed his love to her.She thought about the irony of her situation and again wished to be far away
"Promise you won't drive drunk again?" she continued hugging him."I promise..." He stopped looking at his leader to look at Elisa, gently moving her away from his shoulders, without alarming himself or anyone else.He wasn't sure how much Andrei had heard, but his gaze didn't seem like a threat either.Elisa smiled as she watched him stand up. She offered her hand to help her up, and she accepted it, looking at him with a smile bidding him farewell, and he reciprocated.When he turned around, he found Andrei looking at the dummy, and when he saw her from the corner of his eye, he then turned his gaze. That scared her. Why hadn't Igor said anything or reacted? What did he intend with that or what did it mean?"Hello..." she greeted him, and he continued to look at her face without any expression.That distressed her and slowly killed her hopes; it was like living day by day in a slow and complete torture."Hello," he approached her a few steps, while she hesitated to step back or sta
Her bed felt so cold! She didn't want to move because every other place felt equally chilly, and she longed for warmth.Pouting, she remembered that this was the first night she had spent alone in quite some time, and that brought Igor to mind.She couldn't help but smile. How were they supposed to talk now? Would it be right to pretend that nothing had been said?Of course, pretending wasn't right; it was rude and could hurt that strange yet adorable blonde boy. But she was also scared; she feared Andrei's reaction if he found out. What would he do to Igor?She couldn't bear to see him in trouble because of her. She didn't want him to lose everything he had gained just because of her.Elisa missed seeing Igor come into her room to deliver Andrei's messages. It wasn't necessary anymore, as now it was the leader himself who would talk to her, or rather, he was the one she saw every day when she woke up.Andrei... She missed him and closed her eyes. Why couldn't she fall in love with Ig
After a while, Elisa recognized the smell she had recently sensed on Igor and remembered that he arrived alone. He had driven drunk, and he had come alone."Igor, you drove drunk," she scolded him, sitting up again and raising her voice. "It was dangerous and foolish."He opened his eyes and laughed at that, feeling good that she cared about his life."Yes, I did... Can you help me get to my room?""Yes..." She stood up and helped him to his feet, putting her arm over his shoulders. "Don't fall, or I'll fall with you..."Igor smiled, imagining that scenario because it had a good ending: her on the floor and him on top of her, so he could kiss her.He looked up and saw Sergei, in whom he had found trust besides their leader, coming towards them, surely to help Elisa take him to his room."Don't touch me, Elisa is taking me," he said before she could lay her hands on him."Okay, I'm not the only one supporting him," she excused herself.The man looked at him strangely. What was he doing
Andrei looked at her for a few seconds with a furrowed brow.Great, she was giving him orders, and like an idiot, he was obeying. He made his way to his seat and didn't look at her throughout the entire drive."Andrei," she spoke once he parked the car, and he prepared himself to listen without looking at her.She held back all the hateful thoughts during the journey, just so she wouldn't cry in front of him, and now she wanted to say more."For being who you are, you do a pretty good job of getting into my pants," Andrei furrowed his brow. Was Elisa speaking like that again? "And if you want to get in there again, then the difficulty level will rise."The girl didn't want to feel as miserable as she did before."Are you going to force me to love you?" she turned slightly."No, I'm going to force you to lie to me," her voice broke, and she began speaking as if crying, "and I'll know it's a lie, but I'll keep loving you anyway, but it will hurt less..."She opened the car door and got
Andrei settled into his chair and observed her tense expression, eating from his plate."Alright, enough of this conversation now. You're ruining the enjoyment of this place for me...""I'm just asking for a little tact, Andrei," she swallowed to respond, a little more offended than angry, "because I feel like I can and deserve to ask. It's my name you moan every night, and I think that gives me some right.""And isn't my attention enough for you? You met me, Elisa. You know how I behave, yet you continue to push your luck," he spoke firmly, hardening his gaze.He didn't like this conversation because she was correcting his behavior, and she wasn't anyone to reproach him for anything. Besides, it was extremely strange to hear sexual references from her mouth."Don't look at me as if I'm spouting nonsense. It hurts me when you look at me like that!" she exclaimed exasperatedly, unable to even bend him a little.He looked at her angrily and reluctantly; he didn't understand all this fus
The drive to the restaurant was simple and normal, nothing out of the ordinary for her to share with him.She looked out the window and smiled faintly because Andrei was discreetly covering the fact that a group of his men was following to guard her. She knew he had put effort into that, so she preferred to pretend not to know anything.When they arrived at the restaurant, she stepped out of the car in her loose pink silk dress, which she had checked to make sure it was covering her properly, reaching a little above mid-thigh."I hadn't had time to tell you how beautiful you look," he took her hand and spun her around.She laughed. "That's usually said earlier, Andrei. When you see me for the first time...""But it's what's normally said on a date," he chuckled, sealing the gesture with a kiss on the back of her hand. "I feel lucky to have you as my company; I must be the envy of the entire world."She couldn't help but blush deeply after hearing all those lovely words, and it didn't
"Well, don't say things that make me feel strange," he declared."Why?" She laughed, furrowing her brow. He always had to be so rough, and she found it adorable.Andrei clicked his tongue."Why do you always want to know everything?" He raised an eyebrow, somewhat annoyed. "Enough with the questions..."He pulled her closer, resting his face on the perfumed neck of the dancer, his arms wrapping around her waist, wanting to cushion his awkwardness with that gesture.She smiled; these kinds of reactions were typical of him, and she loved it when he regretted his words and hugged her, as if he were afraid of pushing her away with his character, which he was."I love you so much, Andrei..." She rested her cheek on his broad left shoulder, unable to hold back her feelings for a second longer.She didn't expect an "I love you too." She wasn't that naive; she knew that what she had with Andrei, which had started recently, might be the best she could get from him, and that was okay.Andrei op