Colton should have come home much earlier than me. He sent me messages asking where I was, so I could consider that the Brotherhood had not been there while he was awake. Or who knows, they could have just left when I arrived. Or even worse, they would be there while I took a shower and acted as if nothing wrong happened. I sweated cold, and cursed when the cell phone vibrated again and startled me. That was enough. The gift had to be the last. They wouldn't be able to get in anymore. And that would be the last order I would receive. The rest would be known to the police.With the box in hand, I untie the ties of the gift and a notebook appeared in the box. I should have been a little more careful when opening. I didn't know if it could be another weapon. Even a bomb. It could be something chemical that would hurt me or poison me to the point of going to the hospital. But it was just a black leather notebook, with nothing on its cover or spine. It was very thin, with maybe no more tha
It didn't take long for another sneezing crisis to start. But I wouldn't leave there until I was sure that the next meeting would have already ended. Suzane already knew of all my placements for the project "I would demand a lot of money and labor, we would need hiring urgently, both for the company and for the other factories that it extended throughout the country", and I did not need to be there to relocate everything on the agenda. The people who followed the first meeting could do that for me. I didn't want to think about work that day. And if it was my choice, I wouldn't even have left home to attend.Probably, if Suzane hadn't insisted so much for me to attend her, I wouldn't even have remembered any meeting. And I would certainly have ignored that blessed letter she stuck in my door in the five days off I took. I was missing more than working. At some very distant time "basically in my first years of work" I would have worried about losing my position on the board, and I would
Colton shook his head, and very slowly put himself down to lower it towards me, one of his hands rose to my face, and he slid his fingers along the contour of my mouth. He opened my lips, and I thanked him mentally for not vomiting before. His breath was fresh, but hot, an almost wild mixture of pepper and mint. I wanted to try it. I wondered why the hell I had never tasted it, if he seemed so willing to give me a dose of it so easily. I got up on my toes, getting so close to his face that our noses touched. I closed my eyes."So, how is this going to work, Lope? "He asked, his breath touching my mouth and ringing my senses. "What do you want from me?”"Nothing," I replied mechanically, but I wanted to say everything."Are you sure? "He questioned, sliding that hand on my waist to the base of my spine, just to pull me to meet him. The roughest touch woke me up. It was as if opening the gates of a very old and secret desire. It was as if the whole hell trembled when we realized the dam
My friends could be anything but un stylish. Hunter had his hair fastened by an elastic band, with the brown and silky locks well combed. He wore a smocking and a black dress shirt. And as much as the color was from his shoulders to his feet by the glossy shoes, he exuded an incredible kind of shine of his own. Suzane wore a dress also black, but black was definitely his color. The heavy and long hair was drooping in thick curls by the short and around the arms. And she looked like a queen without a crown. My friend didn't wear strong makeup, but not even the brown lipstick could erase all her grandeur and power. Together, Suzane and Hunter were heartbreakers, and I loved them deeply."You look beautiful, Suzy," I spoke in a malicious tone. Hunter snorted with a laugh. He kept saying that he should pay good dollars for Suzy and I to catch each other. (Of course he just joked; I would never have any kind of attraction to my best friend. I knew too many of Suzane's defects for that). An
"What's going on? "I read it in a low voice."It seems that some members of the Brotherhood who were infiltrated in the country were captured very close to the place of their father's arrest," Hunter reported, lowering his voice. "No one knows how they might have found the trail. Nobody really knows where Jon is. Even so, they were arrested and were also sent to different and distant prisons. Some say they can't even be in the country.”"And do the police have any suspects of revealing the place to the Brotherhood? “I screwed up.Suzane and Hunter looked at each other. They didn't have to tell the answer. I giggled softly, rolling my eyes. Anthony had followed this part of the conversation, and very surreptitiously watched me. For the first time, he seemed a little doubtful of my nature. And I couldn't blame him.The person who would have the most reason to make my father take over the Brotherhood again, could be me. I didn't want to carry the weight of that on my shoulders. Everythin
"Where did I overestimate myself? "Questioned Colton."I don't know, maybe the moment you thought I might be jealous of you," I went in a whispered voice. Colton giggled low, and didn't answer. He just raised the cup against his mouth, demonstrating an arrogance and arrogance that I doubted were natural reactions of his face. "And don't keep giving those stupid little smiles. You know very well that nothing could ever happen between us.”"So, if you like Mikaela, why let her marry me? "He replied, arching an eyebrow. "Why don't you just go to her and tell her to stop all this? Why do you try to make me feel bad about the way you two connect? Why do you think I'm going to feel bad, to start the conversation?”"I never knew if you would be affected or not so "I spoke in an innocent tone, Colton rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Colton. As far as I knew, you were fake boyfriends. It's not my fault if they decided that from one moment to the next they would become more than friends.”"You kn
I hugged myself at some point that night, I woke up feeling the presence of the only person who never abandoned me, myself. I got up, took a shower, chose a beautiful outfit and took advantage of the fact that it was a Sunday to visit Suzane. Or rather, to visit your husband and find out what my brother's notebook meant.Hunter was at least ten minutes away checking the spine, the cover, the lines, and the gritty handwriting that contained the middle of the notebook. Suzane was playing with the babies stuck in strollers, pushing them gently as she sat by the pool. Her husband didn't watch me with worries or fear when I handed the notebook and asked if he knew what it meant. At least Hunter never believed that I could become the new head of the Brotherhood. And I still didn't know if I considered it an affront or an insult.The night before, he was very willing to tell me what the police insisted on hiding me, and that seemed like a vote of confidence. Of course, he understood all kind
"Could you tell me if the other names also belong to my brother's inner circle? "I questioned, reopening the pages. "I did some research on the internet. I heard that most of these people are still alive. Others died of mysterious and natural causes. But I wonder why my brother would have this kind of thing without a greater reason than just a future blackmail. Because there's nothing written here. Nothing that can catch the attention of the police if the notebook fell into the wrong hands. No real proof, other than his writing, that these people may have had anything to do with the kidnapped boys. Why write their names in a notebook if you couldn't deliver them in the future?”"Because he never intended to deliver anyone, Penelope," Hunter said in a whining tone. "The night I met Suzane, your brother sent men to kill me. I should be on this list because I know too much information about the location of the Brotherhood. Today the police also know. And that was Saltuk's fear. He knew t