I can find an empty place in front of the counter and I ask by the name that Hunter told me to be the indication of what I would be looking for anyone who listened to him. If I were lucky, I would be approached by one of the gang members and could deal directly with one of them in order to wait for the conversation to be passed on to a leader. At least, that was Hunter's experience.The attendant nods unwillingly to the back of the hall, where a very embezzled game area seems to have been set up. He doesn't worry about offering me any alert before I follow the indicated direction. Everyone knows very well what it means to be in such a place.“Dante Laurentino? “I ask as I approach.A brown-haired boy turns his head to look at me, has eyes of a whiskey tone, Caucasian skin and features consistent with the beautiful shape of his face. The soft jaw displays a thin, discreet and capricious beard. He is slightly leaning against the pool table, holding a bat in one hand and a large glass of
"Saltuk thinks he is a God" I make a new attempt, moving away while Dante pretends to choose the ball he intends to fit in. "But he's a Dictator. It's not hurting a Dictator's feelings that you knock him down.”"So how should it be done, ma'am? "He asks, laughing ironically."Taking his resources. Without power, Saltuk is none other than Jonathan Maxwell, someone who died at the hands of a teenager fifteen years ago.”Dante releases a winch with the error in the game and moves away while his opponent takes a position. Even if it doesn't let it show, I know that talking about Dean touched him. He's tense, full of doubts."Let's say he's really in the country, and that he's really with one of my men... Why would his wife be looking for help from the last people in the world who would spare her life?”"Because perhaps your reason for wanting his vulnerability is the same as mine.”He represses a smile, undoing it before his lips stretch completely."I don't think so, bourgeois. You're ce
"You know that this thing may end up activating the fire alarm, don't you know, Hunt? "I ask, watching him bend over to the heated oven.Hunter throws me a warning look through the dense smoke that comes out of the oven by the puff, and I shut up. A second later, I observe what your gloved hands hold inside a round shape "in there is a black and stewed dough, in which even for me it is clearly possible to see the traces of raw flour. He releases the disastrous cake on top of the kitchen countertop, where I'm sitting, and pulls both gloves out grumbling a Turkish swear word."It's not a thing, it's a cake.”"A cake that was stepped on by someone very angry, and toasted with a torch "zombo. He closes his face and I ignore it. "I warned you that we could buy one.”Hunter frowns at the bottle of whiskey in my hands and calmly takes it out of my domain. He ignores when I snap my tongue, dissatisfied, and puts a glass of warm milk between my fingers. I drink a sip, I make a face, but I deci
"Do you know what was the gift Penelope gave me besides the cake? "I ask, drawing your attention to my face. "She spent the day with me, talking about stupid things, watching even more stupid things, or reading a Romance of those impossible to happen in real life. Her gift was to be with me, and listen to me lament a whole year of work, or get drunk with a liquor and make me laugh at any stupid joke she told. Did you do one of these things today, Hunt?”He takes a look at the bowl in his hands, wrinkling his forehead to the cake dough over the ice cream."I wish I could do more than stay hidden. It seems that I can only hurt myself and wait for you to take care of me. I'm not like that, girl. Being here, alone, has made me regret all the things I thought I was doing the right way. And having too much time to think has made me crazy. "Your fingers walk a blind path through your hair, touching a point above the back of your neck, where there is another new scar on your body. "I'm not us
I am already on the threshold that separates the living room and the beginning of the corridor that leads to the rooms when I giggle in response."Every man's dream" sigh. "But I confess that this is a gift that only you can give me, Hunt.”He takes his time to get to me, striving to walk without tripping. Hunter never liked to use his cane, and now I understand why. It must be the impression of not being strong enough for yourself. I don't know if it's something born in his personality, or if he learned to endure pain and difficulties while trying to survive. Maybe he has never been in his full strength, in fact."Today is April twenty-six, and we have completed two months of marriage," he announces when he stops next to the couch, facing me. "That's why I wanted something better than sending someone to make a cake. There are too many people knowing about our lives.”"Taking advantage of the subject you insist on saying "I hold you by the arms and make you sit down. Hunter sinks into
Panting, I tilt my body back and give it all the access it needs to take me to the ruins. Ruins that I interpret are in a deliciously necessary way. I accept with all my heart every pressure of your kisses and the moisture of your tongue on my naked skin, sending embers directly into my blood.When the kisses and caresses don't seem enough to any of us, I pull back in order to get rid of the rest of my clothes, always maintaining the connection between our looks. With the immensity of the green emeralds in Hunter's eyes giving me every possible incentive to continue, I just take his member out of my pants, aware that despite having all the time inSlowly I go back to the place where I was sitting, sliding carefully around the erection in front of me. Hunter makes a sound of approval, covering my hips with his big hands, while I lean on his wide shoulders, pinching the skin on my nails. I kiss him when I am easily filled, containing a moan that escapes us at the same time."I love the
From your scared face, I have the feeling that I'm identical to Frankenstein."It's not that bad.”Penelope blinks her dark eyes at me, looking at me, despite everything, with a significantly debauched expression."That doesn't even come close to a compliment, you know? "She speaks in a melancholy intonation, but her lips sketch an affected smile. "I know I look terrible, but I won't break if you get closer, Suzy.”The impression I have is different.I have to force myself to think that the only thing that matters is that my best friend is alive.Awakened, staring at me with expectation a few steps away on the bed that has been her home for a considerable time.Even if the last time we saw each other was marked by a tragedy, it is an indescribable relief to find her with her eyes open again. Despite the thinness, the pallor, and the pauses she makes with every word said, as if opening her mouth cost a tremendous effort, and caused her drowsiness.Penelope is slightly sitting on her be
"He's been here," she gestures with her hand, and my hope withers immediately. "How does someone have the courage to pretend to be dead and come back as if nothing had happened?”"I wonder if my brothers thought the same when I went to Vegas with a wedding scheduled "I have a low laugh.Penelope watches me with a disgusting expression, the catheter in her nose even slides down a little with the tension of the muscles."Are you really finding this bullshit as normal as you're saying? Suzy, he must have been dead! He died! How can he come this way, out of nowhere, and stick this insane idea and without any place in our heads that he has become a God?”"Didn't you want to have your brother back? “I ask with an eyebrow arch. “Ready. There he is.”"This thing... "she fixes the catheter quickly, looking breathless. "This thing is not my brother!”“Yeah, yes. You didn't want to see it, but you are, Pen.”"Suzy, he was here with dad the day after I woke up. They didn't bother with the fact th