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
Sarah (2 months after meeting David - present - continues from the first chapter)I dragged him over to Thomas, who got up immediately. The three of us went to the door, where the Uber was already waiting for Thomas.- Be careful when going up the stairs. Don't break another foot. David says, and I look at him with a raised eyebrow.-Fack you, ass hole.Thomas responds and gets in the car.The driver brings the car to the door, and I drag David in.The whole way to my house was silent. He didn't take his eyes off me, and my nerves didn't stop growing.- You gave away my money.- Why do you care about a few bucks if you wasted hundreds of dollars?David shrugs and huffs.He was too coherent now. Another fake drunkness?I wanted to ask, but I'll wait until I get home.When my house door closes, David turns me around and captures my lips.I tried to fight, but it wasn't a real resistance.I knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him. I give myself to him without thinking. Making lo
David- It's late, and I saw you go in this place, and... And I was worried.- And I want to know where did you learn to do a stunt like this.And now? What do I say?- I don't even know how I did it. The training must be doing me good.Sarah's eyes say she doesn't believe my Bullshit.We're going to talk about this again. Stay here and be quiet until everyone leaves. They should stay here for another two or three hours. Then you'll go straight to my house.- Yes, boss. - I say, making a salute.She rolls her eyes and pokes her finger in my chest.- I'm warning you. You stay here until it's safe.And after checking for guards, she leaves the room and goes back to what she was doing.If I left there and contradicted Sarah, she would become even more suspicious, so I obeyed. I hid in one of the corners and watched the sun rise above the horizon.When the sound of cars alerted me, I was about to fall asleep.One by one, the cars started to leave, and I gathered my courage and looked out
DavidWhen I enter Sarah's house, she sits on the couch with her legs crossed and a glass in her hand.She hadn't even changed her clothes.- Isn't it too early to drink?- It depends.- Depends on what?- on the bullshit you have to tell me.I roll my eyes.- What does drinking at this hour have to do with me?She throws the glass against the wall next to me, scaring me.- Cut the crap, David. What were you doing there? I advise you to be honest with me because it won't be pretty if I have to tell your father.- I love you. – I say. It wasn't at a time like this that I wanted to say it.- What?- What did you want me to do? I love you. I am crazy for you. I thought my father had called you to fuck you, and I was filled with jealousy.- And if it was for that? He is my future husband.- No. I know you love me too.What does love have to do with this? Furthermore, please explain how you managed to enter the complex without being seen. As far as I know, you don't have the skills to do t
SarahWhen we woke up, it was already 3 in the afternoon.- I'm hungry. I laugh.- We can order something. What do you want to eat?- If you want the truth, I want to eat you. - I have to laugh again - But if I don't eat serious food, I don't think I can do it.- You're so full of shit. Pizza? Mac? Something more substantial?- Curry.- Indian?- No. Asian. And I know an excellent one. I have an app. Let me pick up the phone.He runs out of bed and looks for his phone in the pocket of his discarded pants on the floor - God, what a beautiful sight.He runs back to the bed and sits down.- They have other dishes if you don't like curry.- Curry is good.He starts clicking through the vast menu, and when he is finally satisfied, he inserts the address and pays.- 25 minutes. - he says.- Perfect, you can take a shower and put some clothes on. Let's not open the door like that.- Ohhhhh, and I thought I wouldn't even need to bother tip when you open the door.- Idiot. – I say and kiss h