DavidSeven days passed in the blink of an eye, and my relationship with Sarah had never been so strong. She did exactly as Simon ordered, and I tagged along on the new DeLuca strongman's latest weapons purchase.I don't know if my father was forming an army or renegotiating weapons in some third-world country, but Sarah bought him the new XM250 coupled with an advanced optical system, the XM157.I don't know what level of crime this was. I hadn't even seen these weapons up close before.I saw where the warehouse was, but I never knew how they got from there to their destination.One thing I was sure of: Orange was the capital of arms trafficking, and that was Sarah's specialty, although other business took place here. She watched the books and her men like a hawk, and none even thought about robbing or betraying this tiny woman.Despite being the result of my father's hostility, knowing her so strong and powerful excited me. Each of the seven nights we spent locked in her room could
David- And the goods arrive at the coast in tow from the Navy... - says my father. - It may work, but only once or twice if spaced out.- But that would bring the next shipment. And the father could make that shipment worth several ones.Simon's smile is genuine.- That can be arranged… and it can work. It's so stupid and unprofessional it could actually work.He starts laughing.- Boy, you might be less stupid than I thought. I handle business with the Columbians. You take care of the boat. - Do we have any boats?- Yes. One of my men accompanied you there. Do you know how to drive a boat? - There are also boats in Europe, you know?- What do you need to do this?- I need three or four men to take care of the merchandise. They have to look like someone my age who could be at a party with me. I need some girls, too, to look like a rich party.- The next pickup was scheduled for 3 am. I'll give you the coordinates.- Can't you do it sooner? Like 9 hours.- I can, but it's not too vi
DavidI got on the boat, holding onto two girls, and the others did the same. Those in the marina looked at us, some with envy, others with disapproval.I took the boat to sea at great speed, and an hour later, I was at the coordinates my father had given me.I stop the boat, play the music loud, open bottles of champagne, fill glasses, and have snacks. However, we throw much of the food and alcohol into the fish.The gas tank said I couldn't go a mile further, and that was perfect.Offshore, a Coast Guard ship passed close by, and one of the girls showed them their breasts. The men laughed and moved away.When night fell, and no other boat could be seen nearby, we remained silent, waiting to hear the Colombians approaching.After a while, a fishing boat approaches.- Is the fishing good? – I ask. It was a code phrase.- The fishing here is never good. – he gives it back.- Let's hurry. – I say, and the Columbian, who seemed to be the boss, looks at the girls.- ¿No compartes las pu
DavidThe following day, Simon let me sleep all morning.When I woke up, the butler informed me that I didn't need to go to the office and could use the time for my business idea.I had a better idea, but for that, I would have to wait until late afternoon and lose my men.I will call Sousa and have him serve as my bodyguard while I inform him of everything happening.I researched whether there was any space for a nightclub and found nothing interesting, so I took advantage of Thomas's return and called him.We planned to have lunch, but Thomas whistled when I entered the restaurant.At my raised eyebrows, he laughs.- Who are you, and what did you do with my friend?- Idiot. - Seriously, David, I almost want to bow and call you Mr. Campbell.- Stop being an idiot. I'm working with my father.- And you even have a bodyguard. Do you think I didn't see the men who stood at the door?That was Sousa.- I'm old enough to be responsible but responsible in my way.- What does that mean?- I
SarahDavid seemed happy with his nightclub. Stripers and alcohol are the perfect combination for a gangster.I fear for him. This life seduces him, and he ends up like his father.During these weeks, he didn't worry about what his brother was doing or saving me from Simon. I can't deceive myself. He's different, but his father is getting what he wants.I am doomed. With just over five months until the wedding, I can't delay the inevitable any longer. I have to give in to Simon and start preparing. If it were my dream wedding, I would need much more preparation time, but the lack of will is great.Tomorrow Simon will pick me up to go shopping for the dress. A wedding like mine does not require the groom not to see the bride before the wedding. He makes his luck.The part that I didn't tell anyone, not because I wanted to keep it secret, but because I didn't want to admit it to myself, is the surgical intervention that I'm going to have in 1 month.Simon doesn't want children, and
DavidI left the building as I had entered it without anyone seeing me, but behind me, I left a promise: I was going to get all the women out of there.As soon as I walked away, I called Sousa, using one of the several phones I had previously purchased.- Sousa, are you still at the bar?- It's getting challenging to prevent them from looking for you. The bar is almost closing. Where are you?- On my way, but I have something serious to resolve.- David, whatever it is, you can't do anything now. You put the entire mission at risk.- What's the point of the mission if you don't do anything useful along the way? I'm not just good for helping Simon smuggle drugs.Sousa takes a deep breath.- I can't talk here. And I can't do anything. - Then, I will need to know how to contact them. It's urgent.- We'll talk when you get your ass back here. Hurry up. You disappeared hours ago.Annoyed, I went back to the bar and entered through the back. I poured some whiskey down my throat and went ou
SarahThe car starts, and I stand there looking at the half-open box revealing the dress.I still hear him call me "cunt".David couldn't save me. He had to save himself. Resigned, I pick up my dress and go into the house.When the door closes and I lock it, I go to my room, leave the box on the chair, and return to the living room. I go into the kitchen, take the prepared food I left to defrost, and put it in the microwave.When the time ends and announces that it's hot, I pick up a fork and sit down to eat.The polished stone of the island reflects my face. The cracked lip, the blood I still had on my face, the scarred cheeks, and even the finger marks where Simon squeezed my neck were visible in the reflection.I look at my image without knowing how long.My body reacts without my mind, and the plate flies against the wall, with all the food untouched. I burst into tears like I haven't had in almost ten years.My body shakes, and I slide to the floor, where I curl up in a fetal po
- what the fuck was that?- Came from the end of the corridor, from the whores' cells. You go and see what's going on. The boss won't like it if they open the cell's doors.Footsteps echo, and two men with an M24E6 in hand advance to the right.When their eyes see the bullet, one bends down, picks it up, and when the light appears in his brain, he screams:- Ambushed.Hell materializes in the basement.The man on the left shoots, and the one who screams falls dead—the second writhes in pain on the ground after being hit in the chest.Those on the left surrendered when several black-dressed men pointed weapons at them.It all ended quickly.- Reinforcements will arrive, and you will learn that there are people you shouldn't mess with.- Cállate hijo de puta. atarnos. – shouts the leader with a Mexican accent. (Shut up motherfucker. Tie them up)- Mexicans. How dare they attack. The boss will eat you alive.- Cierra la boca si no quieres asarte como un cerdo. – the leader says. (Close y
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
SarahI knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.- You don’t understand.- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.His hands ran over
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate. - There's no point in crying. - Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want. I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long. - send the weapons here. I obey. - get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs. Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long. - All. I want you lying naked in that same place. That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here. I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible. He puts the gun on the table. - don't do anything crazy. – h
SarahThe shots don't stop, and I don't have my weapons. The police didn't let me keep any. Idiots. And now? How I defend myself.Oreo looks at me without realizing what's going on. He never comes inside, and now I'm here clinging to him in the kitchen.As suddenly as the shots started, they stopped. I wouldn't know if the Interpol men won or if they were lying dead on the ground.No more shots were fired at my window, but that doesn't mean anything. They didn't expect me to be watched.- Stay. – I order Oreo, stretching out my index finger, and he lies on the floor.Carefully, I leave my hiding place, move close to the floor, and go to the counter, where I take a knife from the drawer. Then, still crawling, I go to the entrance and look outside.Nothing could be seen, which was a bad sign. If the police had won, they would certainly be coming here to find out if I was alive.I wait a few moments and nothing happens.Would they have killed each other mutually?Of course, expecting th
SarahAfter last night, the last thing I needed was to be woken up by Simon. When I pick up the phone, I can't help but roll my eyes.- Good morning, Simon. Don't tell me that David is in trouble again.- No. That idiot has a hangover. It serves him well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you to stop by my office before going to work. I need to talk to you face to face.- I'll be there as fast as possible, but did I do something wrong? I got David…- You did nothing wrong, my dear. I want you at my office. You don’t need to run; I’m still at my house.And he hangs up.“Fuck. What he won’t now? Hope it’s not sex.”I can stop a chill in my stomach.Flashback to hellAlone, locked in the office of the man who caused her father's death, she begs under the man's cold gaze.- Miss Scott, business is business. Your father knew the conditions when he accepted my money. What do I care if you're going to live on the street with your mother? That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt.-
SarahTo my amazement, I smell freshly brewed coffee when I wake up.I get up, do my morning rituals, and get dressed for work. When I enter the kitchen, David is making scrambled eggs.He feels my presence, and turning his head back, and with a smile, he says:- Good morning, Sarah. I took the liberty of making breakfast. Sit down, and I'll serve you. There you have coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice, French toast, bacon, and... - he turns and pours some of the scrambled eggs onto a plate near me. - scrambled eggs.- Thank you for the breakfast, but you shouldn't have bothered yourself with me. I only drink coffee in the morning.- Oh, come on, Sarah. Just eat a little. You will not regret it. My French toast is the best you have ever had. - I roll my eyes. - At least keep me company.- My name is "Stepmother" or Miss Scott.David holds up his hands and grimaces. Sit down and start eating.I sigh and sit in front of him. Maybe eating a little wouldn't be that bad; the aroma of ba
- Do you think what she knows could harm us? - Anything can harm us, but she doesn't know anything to prove my involvement. Many things connect her to business more than to me. - And the wedding?- I already ordered everything to be canceled. I will publish that my fiancée has not yet been found and that the wedding has been postponed. - Dad, wouldn't it be wise to keep LA out of crime for now? Father is rich, and the business is legal… - Don't be stupid. No one can find the trail of what I do. As for legal business, I have an idea. - What idea? - Your brother will hate it, but it's the perfect solution. - What solution? - I ask, confused. - I will pass all legal business into your name. - You're right. Mickael won't accept it... - … and I'll pass on the other business to Mickael. Mickael wants to be the boss, and the business's value is five times what the legal business gives. Michael won't be upset... much. - Is the father going to retire? Don't be an idiot. I will ret