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
Simon closes the door and looks at the scene.- What the hell did you do, Carter?- Nothing. I mean, she was making it difficult. She said I could see, but I couldn't touch. The whore was rubbing herself against me, and I-I,,,Simon looks him up and down.- And you what?- I squeezed her neck to make her complete the job. She's a whore. I was horny. I had to relieve myself.- Are you more relieved now? – Simon asks coldly, making the senator's bodyguards look at the two. – you're an idiot. He bypasses the senator.- Call an ambulance.- No, Simon, if you do that, it will be the end of me. My wife. My children, my career.- You should have thought about that before doing what you did.- I didn't realize I was killing her. I just wanted to force her to suck me.- Is she dead? – he asks the bodyguards who give up on doing CPR.- Yes, sir. We were unable to revive her.- Take the senator to the hotel. Not a word of what happened. Let's hope no one remembers that you came here with her.-
SarahI washed my face of the makeup I hadn't taken off, showered, and dressed.I covered my face and neck with makeup as best I could and called my car. Apparently, no one was sleeping today.As expected, my bodyguard had already woken up the one guarding the bookstore, and I entered easily, with the door closed behind me.Once in my office, I contact my group leaders and order them to be aware of any information about a new Mexican group or organization operating in LA. Everyone seemed surprised. I didn't understand what the hell was going on for Simon to give me such an unreasonable order.When I looked at the clock, it was 5 am.- Simon, none of my men know of any new Mexican organization. Maybe if you explained what's happening, I could help you better. - I said after calling him.“What the fuck are you doing? It's 5 am. Who told you to wake me up at this time?”- But Simon, you said it was urgent.“It was urgent for you to get up your lazy ass and do what I tell you. Waking me
Sarah - Sarah, do you trust me?- Of course I do.- You'll grab all your money, pack a suitcase, and leave here with me now.- I can't. - I know this is your house, but...- You don't understand. I have to think about my mother. He will kill her. Or he throws her into the street, giving the same result. She will die.I see on his face that he's thinking.- Sarah, listen to me carefully. I will trust you and put my life and profession at risk.Profession? David leaves me more and more confused.- is the house safe?- I turn on the Jammer every day.- is it working?I look at the phone with no signal.- Yes, it is.- I'm not who you think.- How not? You are Simon's son.- Yes, he is my father, but I am an Interpol agent. I entered this profession to destroy my father and avenge my mother's death. I came home to put an end to my father's criminal empire.I stare at him with my mouth open.- You don't say anything?I shake my head to wake up to reality.- Are you a police officer?- A
DavidSousa stood guard over Finn, and he chickened out a little and left the bar. I had no way of knowing if he would always be in my six. Not even if he was the one watching me, so I had work ahead of me.I made an appointment at the safe house. I would find a way to kill two birds with a single shot.The next morning, I left accompanied by my men, the ones my father forced me to have, and Sousa as their leader. My destination was a whore house hidden behind a furniture store and which served as a front for the operation.Sousa stayed in the corridor, and the remaining bodyguards remained away.I enter, cross the store, and head to the salesperson.- Good morning, I need a yellow office chair with black dots. – It was the most ridiculous password I had ever heard.- Good morning. I don't have the black dots, but if you want blue eyes, I can get them.I nod, and he presses a secret button on the counter. I go to the back, supposedly to see the chairs. I enter through the secret door
- Who are you? I haven't seen you yet.- Yes, you did. I was the one that you see with a sky mask. My name is David. I'd like to talk to you a little. Could it be?- I don't care.- 38 years ago, you tried to escape from Simon Campbell, and asked for a divorce. Is that true?- 38 years ago? Was it that long ago?- Was it Simon who kept you in that place?- Simon didn't want a divorce, even though I said I didn't want anything from him. I just wanted my son. I didn't want my son to become like him. How is my son?- Same as Simon, unfortunately.- When a monster creates, he creates monsters.- Have you ever seen Simon since that day?- It would be a blessing if that were true, but he comes to see me constantly.- What for?-Torturing me and making me his psychoanalist. I don't know. He tells me about other women, about business, about deaths. Things I wanted to run away from, and he rubbed those things in my face. He said I would never see my son.- Did he hit you?- Who are you after a
SarahI was nervous and anxious.When I heard David enter, I ran to him, and we met in the hallway. We didn't exchange a word. He grabbed me and kissed me as if the world was going to end at any moment. When he picked me up, I knew what would happen next.He took me to my room and laid me down on the bed.After taking off all his clothes, he took off mine and stood for a moment, looking at me from top to bottom.-David!He didn't let me speak, and I covered my mouth with his.His hands move between my legs, and pleasure immediately sets in.Between his kisses and what he did with his hand, I was a mess.When he grabbed a condom, I opened my legs to receive him, and it was divine. I moaned with each thrust he made. That night we didn't make love, it was pure sex, for the relief and pleasure of both of us.He lies down next to me when we finish and tells me everything that happened.- You can't blame yourself for doing that. You had to do it to gain Simon's trust.- I know. Still, it