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
Hunter didn't notice the lie. He still kept for a long time talking about how the Brotherhood worked and what their motto was. Hunter only changed the subject when Suzane approached, because he didn't want to spoil that peace either. And it wouldn't be fair for me to do it.At least three times during the week, I should go to the gym where my physiotherapy sessions would take place. It was a place far from the city center, so I spent good minutes on the wheel until I got there. On the outside, it was just an ordinary gym, and it was necessary to open at least two doors at the end of the room to have access to the medical rooms I attended. My physiotherapist was a blonde and very tall woman, who could carry me with an ease that was almost absurd. I never knew if she had muscles below the white coat, I couldn't even feel it when she took me in her arms, but I thought it was funny how she could lift me up without effort.The activities were, in general, to regain my balance and strength
Colton has always been very safe and very funny. His jokes were not good at all to laugh at, but the shame of others that everyone felt when listening to them was enough for him to feel better in being able to say them. I had a theory that Colton felt his immunity drop extremely fast when he didn't say some nonsense out of time. That, on the one hand, was boring and stupid, but... Considering that adults are reflections of his childhood traumas, maybe he just didn't feel that need to want to be the best, to want to make someone laugh, why as a child he never had someone to do that for him? I didn't know anymore which of my worst theories fit into Colton's past. I was just sure he was weird.After my brother came up, Colton confessed to having to take medicine to help with anxiety. He was a normal person until the moment the Brotherhood emerged in his life. After that, he started to have a kind of panic that he never described to anyone. Suzane just told me that he looked after his sis