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My faith is the only thing that has made me breathe through this invisible collar that Jonathan has kept on my neck over the years, and it is more than enough for me to feel in my bones that I can give some use to the allies I have made. Especially for the gangster with whom I have an agreement."I got you, Jonathan... "I trust myself.“Suzy... “Colton emerges down the corridor with hurried steps. Blonde hair has grown a lot in recent weeks. Now he uses them pulling them slightly back, with the silky wicks fixing with subtle touches of ointment. And a thick beard is drawn on your strong jaw. I think he has avoided going to the barber for fear of being followed. “Can I talk to you? I won't take more than five minutes.”I open the door for it to pass and my eyes shine when I see the food cart in front of my table. Although it seems restless, Colton expects me to serve myself with dumplings and a new cup of coffee before sitting down.“Did something happen? "I ask, biting a sugar doughnu
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It's late at night when we arrived in Washington. There is light reflecting on the windows of the house and the wooded path that leads us to the door. I can distinguish some silhouettes that make shadows inside, all certainly waiting for us. The sounds of our steps in the cemented area around the garden are soft, despite the dragging of our bags carried by one of my father's personal security guards.It's cold, but my hands are sweaty and one of them is firmly secure in Hunter's, as if none of us were very confident in what we can expect from this meeting.I've always found this house too exaggerated for two people, and now, watching it grow as we move towards it, I can't help but twist my nose for it. It is a two-storey house, with apparent beams with an imperial charm, and that can easily hide some stars from the sky with its steep and inclined roof.A structure too large for a conventional home, but not as immense as a mansion. A middle ground between luxury and comfort.My husband
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Penelope had warned that each of the photos and videos she had taken would end up on some social network that I never used. It was part of his plan to get a permanent visa for Hunter and prove to immigration that marriage was real. That seems to have been centuries ago."It would have been important for you to be present," I say.Gabby takes one hand to push a lock of hair behind her ear and I notice the golden ring in her left hand. I was also invited to my father's second wedding, but I was not present. I feel really bad about it."Your mother hates me," she snorts. "By the way, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the right time to see each other again. There is a lot to be said between us... a lot of time making contact only through calls or text messages. It is obvious that there is some reason to be together again, just now.”Or maybe the reason for the removal was the respect they had for my psychological during all these years and my habit of paying attention to those who care little a
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"What about your husband that needs to be kept confidential? "My father asks."By coincidence, he worked for Jonathan for a long time... And before him, for his father, Jon Maxwell. Hunter fled Turkey for being one of the children who were kidnapped a long time ago, and even though he was a witness to much of what happened, he is an accomplice. One of his parents is American, we don't know which one, but I think they are still alive, considering that Jonathan's men used this information for an ambush... Maybe Jonathan talks too much when he's arrested... You have to make sure you can avoid this.”"Did you marry someone who worked for someone else who wanted to kill you? “Gabby tilts his head to one side."Ah, he is the second "geticulum with shoulders, indifferent, and she frowns.My father watches Hunter for a moment more, ignoring his wife's astonishment, so he addresses me:"Talk about the part where you discover by yourself the name of who is the possible ally of the boy Maxwell w
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"I learned through some contacts that you have had problems with the result of inspections of cargo ships... A lot of illegal merchandise going in and out without any control "comments Dante Laurentino, pulling out an imaginary dust from the glossy tuxedo he is wearing. "How many dockers have been fired and arrested on suspicion in recent months, Mr. Security Secretary?”Pascoal Killian does not outline any reaction as he sustains Dante's gaze, although his clear eyes shine subtly with the question."You certainly have good contacts," he talks, taking a sip of his glass of wine.Dante shakes his shoulders casually, leaning on the chair next to me."And you are really good at running away from direct questions, dear secretary.”I do nothing more than cast a sislaio look at you. A warning look, which doesn't work the way I expect. Dante is determined to corner every person who deigns to talk to us tonight. I don't think this is the best approach to finding a connection between Jonathan
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I hold back a tremor when I turn towards the stage and see Jonathan standing next to the event organizer, smiling widely. He can find me easily, throwing his dark eyes on me as a silent threat. The man thanks us for attending the festival, talks briefly about the previous years and receives a much less warm round of applause by giving the word to his guest.For a moment, only the sound of coughs fills the silence, and Jonathan's gaze falters in paying attention to others and to me. He frowns when sending his gaze to the person next to me, and I can swear that I see a flash of anger on his face. He really wanted Hunter to be here.I don't dare try to find the agents in disguise, because Jonathan is placing his predatory attention on me as he repeats the thanks and introduces himself with his new name. I notice a peculiar kind of tension setting in gently, and I assume that this was the leave that the police expected; that he assumed the identity of a terrorist. But nothing happens. I l
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My arm vibrates completely with the kick of the gun, but the shot hits its target with a disgusting sound of "crack" and an immediate splash of blood. The impact of the shot is slight, pushing muscles and bones before Jonathan has time for more than turning his face.The movement is useless, because despite the quick reflex in stretching your neck and preventing the bullet from crossing your forehead, there is still great damage at the height of the apple of your face, just below your right eye, very close to your nose.Even when Jonathan takes his hands to the blood, shouting incomprehensible words, I can see the way part of the right side of his face seems to have "getted" from his facial muscles, and the blood that shines dripping through his healed fingers. It's a hideous vision and makes my stomach turn around, but it's still not what I wanted to have happened, so I get ready to shoot again."Suzy... your whore" he roars, getting up right away and kicking my hand with the gun.Th
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The ticket takes me to a gallery. A closed large window is responsible for bathing the room with a strange white light that comes from outside, and I study the intact windows at a glance, looking for a guarantee that Jonathan had no other way to get out than the only door ahead.A trail of blood is interrupted a few steps before reaching the door, although it has formed a generous puddle in the place I am stepping on. The blood still looks fresh, and I deduce that maybe your followers found a way to stop the bleeding, keeping it safe inside the room while cleaning the way outside.I realize that they can still be very close when I return my gun to the holster on my thigh and hold only the one that belongs to Dante, adapting to the weight, and I hear noises behind the thick wooden door. Like everything I've been hearing tonight since the beginning of the carnage, they are just shouted words and appeals made in a foreign language.Taking a cautious step back and stabilizing the gun in f
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I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
