Sarah- Maybe in the past, I was like you think, but not anymore. I’m not the scarred girl who lost her father. I work for your father for ten years. You don’t know anything about me or the things I did… the things he made me do. - I don´t care. I’m in love with you.That made me cry. I do, too. I'm in love with him. So much in love. I may have lost my virginity and innocence along the way, but being with him is like having sex for the first time. Indeed, he was the first man to make love to me. Caring about me feeling good and not just a meaning for his relies only.- I can’t. We can’t. It’s not just about me. My life doesn’t matter. It's my mom… your life. Simon will kill you and move on. Do you think we will go softly because you are his son?- I know he won't, but I’m not afraid.- You should be afraid.I move away from him, take a shower, and get ready for work. He does the same in the guest room.After eating something, we go to my car, which is already at my door.I had a busy
DavidAs expected, my father found out what had happened and was furious with me. He wanted legal businesses to stay just that, legal~, and fare apart of his real monay machine.Everyone know that stuff, but provit...That's way using his name to intimidate a customer was anything but some fucked up thing.I didn't want to use his name for anything, considering he's the one I want to destroy. But it was exciting to see that idiot shit his pants, so, what's more hate from my "dear ol father"?There wore nothing he could do now, but he warns me this cannot and will not happen again—like if I wonted to do that shit again.- I hope this doesn't happen again, David. I don't need people out of control in the organization.- I don't belong to any organization.Simon gets up from the sofa, where he was waiting for dinner time, and approaches me.- I didn't hear you well. Do you mind repeating it?- I don't belong to an... - the sentence is interrupted by a slap that makes my head turn almost
David- Why are you laughing? I bet if wore you…- Was it because of the noise or because he may be fucking Sarah?I can’t answer that question, so Theo says:- I don't understand how she can... Jesus Christ. - He says, sticking out his tongue and pretending to vomit.- Me too, especially when…- When what?- Nothing.- David!- What?- Did you…God, you did.- I’m in love with her, Theo.- And she loves you back?- I like to think so, but I don't know. She keeps telling me she's my father's wife-to-be.- And she is. Your father will bury you alive. God, David, your father has known her for years, and you have just met her. Don’t be stupid. Sometimes, I think you don’t know your father.- Oh, but I know him very well.- No, you don’t. You know the same as everyone: rumors. You don’t know the real Simon. That’s why he's the most powerful man in the US. Because everyone knows, but no one can prove it. He owns the damn police. – Theo whispers.SarahAfter that fight, David barely talked
DavidI know I have a tail. Every time something happens or I go somewhere, my father knows exactly where I am. But whoever he is, he's good. Even someone with experienced eyes like me can't identify it.Nobody knows me. Well, that's not true. One person knows almost everything about me. Sousa, my partner.Not even Theo, my best friend, knows what I've been doing in the last four years that I haven't returned to the US.It's hard to keep this part of my life secret from Theo. I can trust him, but he would be in danger if he knew.My father doesn't even dream. No one dreams, in reality, that the only good thing he, my father, did for me was send me to England.God, I shudder to think what my fate would have been if he had decided to continue trying to shape me into his image.He thinks he can do it now, without the rebelliousness of my 16-year-old self, but I'm not the same person he sent away.However, when I searched Sarah's office and Simon's office here at home, I hadn't found any
SarahAnother sleepless night. It wasn't difficult to decide to take a pill and lie down waiting for the drug to knock me out. But the pill did not give me a night's rest.Simon didn't call me because of David. If anything happened, Simon went to look for him. David is taking a big risk and playing with a sense of morality that Simon doesn't have. As hard as it may seem, he would kill his son, and that wouldn't come as a surprise to me.No, he arrived only six weeks ago. Simon won't give up so quickly on turning him into someone useful to him. Some copy of himself.These last few days, I have not seen David's interest in me. It seems he is finally moving on with his life, on a path separate from mine. It hurts. How I wish everything were different, but it's better this way.Sitting at my desk, I try to focus on what I have in front of me, but today, my most important job wasn't here. I hate what I have to do and myself for doing it.My stomach turns just knowing that the man I have
SarahAfter talking to Simon, and he didn't tell me anything about Mickael, I decided not to ask.I informed him that David was available for the next phase, and Simon made his biggest smile of victory. Fuck, why does this make me feel so bad?That same day, alongside David, I entered the compound.His face was comical if I felt like laughing. - What is this place? A para-military training camp?I shake my head.No. This is the training ground for the group's operatives. Here, you will learn to fight and defend yourself, as well as to use guns and knives. - God. - Too much for you?- Everything in my fucking family is too much for me, but I’ll survive.I look at him. I believe so. He has a good body, which is the result of a lot of gym time, and he is intelligent. I believe it won't take much for him to become a good operative, perhaps a leader, which is really a shame.When we arrived at one of the buildings, I walked in and was immediately greeted by Mark.- Miss Scott, are you c
DavidMichael returns home after a few days. It seems that Sousa was right. My father's claws reach everywhere. He looked tired, but I assume it's all part of the victimization process for my father to see. Everything ended well, and something serious must have happened because the branch of the Societá Onorata, the Santa and Picciotteria 'Ndrangheta, seems to have calmed down or signed with the Campbells. I have been training every day, and according to Mark, I am getting better. Sarah trains me and beats me. Cold as ice, but when I touch her, I feel her shiver. I haven't been to the office. When I'm not training with her, I'm training with Mark or in the gym with Sousa. I didn't choose that gym by chance. There has been a scandal in the sauna for a few months now. Two guys were caught, one on his knees and the other filling him up to his balls. They didn't return to the gym, but no one else dared to use the sauna. This works to my advantage, as Sousa and I share saunas and
David After dressing in something more attractive, I call Thomas. - No. No. Nooooo. You're not taking me to any Yakuza club again. I laugh. - Stop being an idiot. Let's go to a bar. Any bar. Your choice. Who knows, you might meet the man of your life there. - Hey, stop being stupid. - He says, making a face. - How is it? Let's go out, or you'll make me go alone. With a less-than-annoyed sigh, Thomas says: - Okay, Okay, but I chose the place. I'll pick you up at home. - All good. I'll wait outside. Are you camming? Where are we going? - I am going. Hold your horses. As for where we're going... Do you have time and money? - Yes.- How about we go to Lucky Lady? - Good, let's go. This casino has nothing to do with my father. - You shouldn't meddle in your father's affairs. These are things that have nothing to do with you. - You're right. – but he wasn't right. Everything about my father has to do with me, whether it's because he wants me to be part of the organization or